230 Vicious, no one is optimistic about Feng Qingchen
The Queen knew about the bet between Feng Qingchen and Yaohua at the first sight.
"Is she going to change into riding clothes now?" The sharp armor tapped lightly on the handrail, and you could faintly see the paint on the handrail being knocked off.
"To answer your question, Your Majesty, yes." The maid knelt on the ground, not daring to stand up.
The queen smiled gracefully, and if you look closely you'll find that this smile is very creepy: "Mammy, what do you think would happen if Feng Qingchen's clothes were torn when she was training the horse because of her excessive movements, exposing her body in public?"
No matter whether Feng Qingchen wins or not, the Queen will not let Feng Qingchen go.
Who the hell is Feng Qingchen? Her Anping is injured and unconscious, but Feng Qingchen is stealing her daughter's limelight in the zoo.
It would be best if Feng Qingchen lost. Even if she won by chance, she would not let Feng Qingchen have an easy time.
No one saw her lose her virginity before marriage, but it was shameful in public, and this was a fact that could not be erased. She wanted to see how Feng Qingchen would survive in the world at that time.
"My lady, I understand. I will arrange it right away."
"Get a few more sets and let her choose carefully. Arrange a smart person to change her clothes, so that she can't blame anyone then." In other words, every set of riding clothes prepared for Feng Qingchen would have problems, and no matter which one Feng Qingchen chose, she would be embarrassed in the end.
"Your Majesty is right. I will do it right away." The old nanny smiled and retreated.
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There is a special place in the menagerie for women to change clothes. This menagerie is for the emperor and his concubines to have fun. When the emperor is in a good mood, or a concubine wants to win the emperor's favor, it is common for them to temporarily change into riding clothes and perform a show for the emperor.
"Miss Feng, here is the riding clothes you wanted." Ten palace maids held ten sets of riding clothes in front of Feng Qingchen for her to choose from.
How luxurious! No wonder everyone wants to have power over the world. The emperor is so comfortable. Just for riding a horse, he has dozens of riding clothes. It's really a waste.
The styles are similar, Feng Qingchen hesitated between black and red.
It’s not that Feng Qingchen likes these two colors, but these two colors are not obvious when stained with blood.
It is inevitable to get injured when training horses, so you have to wear light-colored clothes. Otherwise, even the smallest injury will be magnified, allowing outsiders to see your embarrassment.
But black and red are different. Even if you are injured and bleeding, the color makes it difficult to see clearly, which can confuse the enemy and make them unsure of their situation.
It's like two people are fighting, and you are dressed in white, covered in blood and looking miserable. At this time, the other party knows that you can't hold on for long. Even if the other party can't hold on, he will grit his teeth and hold on. As long as he gives you one more knife, you will die.
But it would be different if you changed into black or dark-colored clothes. Even if you were bleeding, the color would be unclear. The opponent would have no idea how much strength you still have at this moment. If he is unsure, he would not force it, because he doesn't know how long he will have to hold on before he can knock you down.
Thinking of the red dress she was wearing, Feng Qingchen chose a black riding suit. The palace maid came forward to help her undress. She was about to refuse but found that the riding suit in the palace was so complicated and she seemed unable to wear it. Feng Qingchen had no choice but to let the palace maid help her change her clothes.
The palace maid lowered her head and took off her outer coat. Then she stroked Feng Qingchen's back from top to bottom with her index finger, leaving a faint light mark.
He put the black riding suit on Feng Qingchen, and then ran his index finger over the coat, leaving a watery mark on the clothes.
Because he was facing away from Feng Qingchen, this little movement was not obvious, so Feng Qingchen did not notice it.
"You don't need these accessories. Just put on the sleeves and knee pads for me." These things are made of cowhide and are specially used to protect the knees and hands.
Generally, only concubines would be useful. After all, these women rely on their bodies to make a living, and this is just the right opportunity for Feng Qingchen.
After putting on her clothes neatly, Feng Qingchen dismissed all the palace maids, took off all the pearl hairpins on her head, and simply tied her hair into a scholar's bun, securing it with a hairband.
Feng Qingchen touched the jade pendant given by the Ninth Prince in his arms, hesitated for a moment, and hung it together with the jade bead on his neck to avoid it being damaged.
She didn't know what the jade bead was, nor who gave it to her. She just felt that it was good. The Ninth Prince's jade pendant was a valuable item, so of course it had to be kept well.
She took out the handkerchief soaked with sleeping pills, thought for a moment and took out two powerful tranquilizers. Don't even mention that she was using tricks, she had no other options. She couldn't joke with her own hands and eyes, right?
She was a good rider, but she had no idea how to train horses. After all, there were no wild horses for her to tame in modern times. The horses in the club were all specially trained by someone. Even if a horse had a fierce temper, there was a limit and it would not normally kill a person.
As soon as she came out of the dressing room, she saw Zhai Dongming standing there waiting for her: "I didn't expect you to look so good in riding clothes. How's your riding skill?"
Feng Qingchen's black riding suit was very simple, and with her hair tied up, she had a slightly androgynous vibe and looked more masculine than the average woman.
"Not bad, but I don't know how to train horses." Feng Qingchen knew that although Zhai Dongming was not very nice to her, he would definitely stand on her side when Yaohua and Su Wan bullied her.
“Horse training is a contest between man and horse. Wild horses are used to being wild and don’t like being controlled. If someone sits on its back, it will throw the person off. If someone puts a rope around its neck, it will struggle fiercely.
All you have to do is try your best to stay firmly on the horse's back and not be thrown off by it. Until it is tired and unable to struggle, it will obediently submit to you.
Don't be silly and feed the horse grass or sugar, or stroke its fur, talk to it, and think about getting closer to the horse. This trick won't work with a wild horse. It will kick you away as soon as you get close to it. The only thing you can do is to use strength and skills to sit on its back until it has no strength left. "
Time was limited, and Zhai Dongming could not say much. When they were about a hundred meters away from the racecourse, a young eunuch hurried over and handed a bundle to Feng Qingchen: "Miss Feng, the protective sleeves and knee pads in here were specially sent to you by someone, asking you to put them on. They are much better than those flashy ones in the palace."
Originally there was a set of riding clothes, but they were too late to deliver them, so they could only send the guard and knee pads.
"Thank you." Feng Qingchen took it without asking who gave it to her. She knew the eunuch wouldn't tell her even if she asked him. She didn't change it immediately, but handed it to Zhai Dongming and asked him to help check it.
"Good stuff, this is a thousand layers of cowhide, soaked in medicine and made very thin, then glued together one by one. This cowhide sheath and knee pads are light and flexible, and even a knife can't easily cut them. Qingchen, hurry up and put them on."
Zhai Dongming was also a casual person. He squatted down to untie the knee pads on Feng Qingchen's knees and then tied new ones for her.
Feng Qingchen was so shocked. In this world where men were superior to women, this man could squat in front of her without any awkwardness and do the work for her that was originally done by a servant.
She had underestimated Zhai Dongming. This man...
The woman named Jiang Yuxiu was unlucky and missed such a considerate man. Feng Qingchen sighed and put on the protective cover.
Dong Ling Ziluo stood at the corner, watching this scene, pinched the sheath and knee pads in his hands, smiled bitterly and turned away, thinking in his heart how to dissuade Yao Hua from asking Feng Qingchen to make the decision with both hands.
After Zhai Dongming helped Feng Qingchen to tidy up, he repeatedly told her, "Feng Qingchen, just do your best. It doesn't matter if you lose. I have already told my father, and he will do his best to help you."
Zhai Dongming patted Feng Qingchen on the shoulder and said, "Be good, don't let Jin Ling worry about you anymore. Go by yourself, I won't accompany you."
"Master, thank you!" Whether Zhai Dongming did this because of Wang Jinling or for some other reason, Feng Qingchen was very grateful to him for thinking about him at this time.
"No need to thank me. If you want to thank someone, thank Jinling. If it weren't for his repeated instructions, I wouldn't care whether you live or die. Besides, if you really become disabled, you will be sacrificing your life for the country. It won't be too difficult to ask the emperor to spare your life then." Zhai Dongming was really not used to Feng Qingchen being so friendly to him. He was still used to the way the two of them disliked each other.
Feng Qingchen rolled her eyes in annoyance. These people were so pessimistic about her. Really...
Feng Qingchen was too lazy to explain and strode towards the horse farm.
At this moment, everyone in the audience was looking forward to Feng Qingchen. As soon as Feng Qingchen appeared, he immediately caused a sensation.
"It's Feng Qingchen, she's here."
"What a handsome man! He really looks a bit like General Feng."
"She actually came. I thought she would be scared away."
"What nonsense are you talking about? General Feng's daughter Qi will desert the battlefield."
The one who fled from the battlefield was Princess Anping. Even though the imperial physician said that Princess Anping was injured, everyone agreed that Princess Anping was afraid of losing three battles in a row, so she hid herself. Even the queen did not show up.
"I really hope (7) Feng Qingchen can win. Otherwise, her hands would be chopped off, her eyes would be gouged out, and her innocence would be lost. How is a weak woman like Feng Qingchen going to survive? She is so pitiful. Not only is she without a father or a mother, but this guy is going to make her a cripple. The life of such a good girl is ruined." A woman in green had a look of compassion on her face, wiping away tears as she spoke.
The people around her were so angry when they heard this. What kind of words were these? It sounded like they were sympathizing with Feng Qingchen, but every word was insulting.
"Mrs. Qian, do you know how to speak? If you can't, just shut up."
No matter what, at this time Feng Qingchen is representing Dongling to fight against Nanling and Xiling. Even if he has no chance of winning, he cannot boost others' morale and destroy his own prestige before the battle.
"Qingchen, are you ready?" The emperor sincerely hoped that Feng Qingchen could win, not for her hands and eyes, but for the two horses.
"Your Majesty, Qingchen is ready." Feng Qingchen clasped his hands together, looking very heroic.
The emperor stood up and waved his hand: "If that's the case, then come on stage and let everyone see the heroic figure of a Dongling woman."