Chapter 325 Big Sister Sanya
The next day, everyone came with their own horses.
San Ya came here by herself riding on Wangyun.
Although she cannot ride on the horse and let the horse run freely now, she can ride it slowly and steadily.
When she arrived, everyone was surrounding Song Chenghuan.
To be precise, it was the Arabian horses surrounding Song Chenghuan.
The horse's entire body was a dark red, like molten red gold, its mane was braided with silver threads, and there was a huge turquoise on its forehead. The silver saddle with twined branches was covered with an exquisite madder red velvet carpet that was only available in the Western Regions.
"This was bought from Dayuan." Song Chenghuan's almond-shaped eyes swept over the astonished faces of the crowd, and he couldn't help but feel proud. He pointed at the Western Region horse slave beside him and said, "The people who raise horses are all bought with a lot of money."
Everyone was amazed.
"It's really good!" San Ya also came over to see and praised it with everyone else.
"Where's your horse?" Song Chenghuan was as proud as a little peacock.
"It's tied under the tree. Look, over there..." San Ya raised her hand and pointed at Wangyun not far away.
Compared with the Ferghana horse, Wangyun is too simple.
Although he had a graceful figure, he had no other adornment on him except the saddle.
The saddle was also an old one and looked a bit shabby.
Song Chenghuan sneered, "Shabby!"
San Ya didn't bother to pay attention to her and said to everyone, "Class is about to start, let's go quickly. Didn't Mr. Xu say yesterday that the headmaster might come at any time in the next few days? If anyone is caught behaving badly by the headmaster, they will be punished."
The little girls were startled and quickly followed her to the classroom.
Song Chenghuan, who was once in the limelight, was suddenly left alone.
She stamped her feet in anger.
This Xiao Jiaojiao was obviously trying to save her face on purpose. Just wait, she would never let her go!
Horseback archery lessons are in the afternoon.
When Jiang Yi arrived, he saw many more horses on the training ground.
After she looked at them one by one, her eyes also fell on Song Chenghuan's Ferghana horse.
Song Chenghuan was very proud of this and had someone lead the horse forward to show Jiang Yi.
Jiang Yi complimented her politely and then asked where San Ya had been.
She had been there for a while but hadn't seen San Ya.
"Mr. Jiang, Mr. Jiang, I'm here." San Ya came over trotting on her horse.
It turned out that she was itching to ride Wangyun and couldn't help but ride around the school field twice before class.
Sanya reined in her horse and jumped down, smiling and bowing to Jiang Yi: "Mr. Jiang, I hope I didn't miss the class."
"This, is this Wangyun?" Jiang Yi said in surprise.
When Xiao Yan returned to the capital, she had gone to see him. The person he was riding was Wang Yun.
At this moment, an old scar on the horse's forehead was immersed in the sunlight, and its drooping eyelashes concealed its sharp gaze.
"It's my father's Wangyun." San Ya said happily, "Mr. Jiang also knows him."
"Yeah." Jiang Yi reached out and touched Wang Yun's forehead.
Wangyun doesn't like being touched by strangers and turns his head away to show his resistance.
"Wangyun, don't be like this." San Ya said, "Don't be shy, let's be open and honest."
Then she said to Jiang Yi, "Sir, it's shy."
Jiang Yi couldn't help laughing: "I was rash and shouldn't have touched it."
She couldn't help but tell everyone about Xiao Yan's glorious military exploits back then.
The little girls were so fascinated by the story that no one took another look at the Arabian horse.
Song Chenghuan was so angry that he almost bit his teeth.
Xiao Jiaojiao, Xiao Jiaojiao is her nemesis!
After Jiang Yi finished speaking, he suddenly realized that a lot of time had passed.
"Mount," she ordered.
As before, she took the little girls to learn horse riding.
This process should take several months.
This is the foundation and must be solid.
Sanya happily climbed onto Wangyun's back and leaned over to touch its head. "Good Wangyun, I know you're shy because there are so many people and horses here today. I'll steal some honey for you when I get home."
Wangyun:???
Wasn’t it the one among the thousands of troops in the past?
Relying on the fact that he had learned horse riding before, Song Chenghuan asked the horse slave to let go of the reins, and he walked forward and walked side by side with San Ya.
San Ya likes good horses, so she stared at her Arabian horse.
"Xiao Jiaojiao, do you dare to compete with me?" Song Chenghuan asked loudly.
Her purpose is to get other people's attention.
"I dare not." San Ya said immediately, "My father said that I can't ride a horse fast yet. If I get thrown off, I will be hurt."
Jiang Yi also noticed this and rode over with a frown.
"You're useless." Song Chenghuan sneered, "You don't dare to compete with me, so does that mean you lose?"
Sanya blinked her eyes, "Just because I said it, does that mean it's okay?"
"Calculate."
San Ya immediately became happy, "I have to go home and tell my mother not to worry about me anymore, I have the final say in the school. Okay -"
She waved her hand and said generously, "You win. Come on, come on, and you too, as long as you listen to me, you win."
Song Chenghuan's face suddenly turned ugly.
"I never said I would listen to you!"
"Look at you. Just now you said, 'I have the final say.' But now you deny it. Let's go. My dad won't let me play with people who go back on their word."
Jiang Yi stepped forward and shouted, "No horse racing! You haven't even learned to walk yet, and you want to run!"
Under her fierce momentum, Song Chenghuan lowered his head unwillingly.
San Ya, however, continued to ride happily along the parade ground.
When they got home, Lu Qiniang and Xiao Yan asked Sanya how school was going. Sanya said as she ate her rice, "Great, great. Big sister, this barbecue is delicious. I want to eat it again tomorrow."
Lu Qiniang scolded with a smile, "You only care about eating. Don't try to fool me. I'll ask the teacher later if you've studied hard. If you keep fooling around, I'll beat you when I get back."
"Study hard, there are many people who are not as good as me." San Ya said righteously.
"There are still several more behind? Why don't you count from the front?" Lu Qiniang was furious.
"Then it depends on what you're competing in. If it's horseback archery, I'll be first."
Lu Qiniang: “…”
Daya asked her what specific content she had learned in school.
"'Instructions for Women' and 'Biographies of Women,'" San Ya said. "I don't know who wrote these books, but they're specifically designed to make things difficult for women. This class is not good. I fall asleep while listening to it."
"How dare you say that?" Lu Qin's mother became furious.
"Mother, it's not my fault. If I hadn't dozed off, I would have wanted to contradict the teacher." San Ya said, "Why should I chop off my hand just because that man pulls my hand? Isn't that stupid? Why not chop off the man's hand?"
Lu Qiniang was so surprised that she forgot to pick up any food with her chopsticks in the air.
"What the hell?" she said. "What kind of crap have you learned? I don't believe it's written in the book or taught by the teacher. You must have dozed off and misheard it."
Being pulled by a man and cutting off your own hands?
No matter how you look at it, there is no such thing as it!
When Lu Qinniang heard Daya say that some books were written like this, she felt terrible.
She sent her children to study and gain wisdom.
Now it seems that not only can good children not become sensible, but they are also being taught to become fools.
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