After the divorce, the prince suddenly plotted against me

Chapter 173 Startling the Horse, Murdering the Prince 2
Song Yao looked up at the eighth prince. The man was just young. Standing next to the eldest prince in velvet, he looked very elegantly dressed, with a blue shirt and white robe, a jade crown in his mouth, and a folding fan in his hand. His appearance was similar to that of the emperor. Yan is somewhat similar.It's just that the handsome eyebrows and eyes carried a flair that Jun Yan never had, which melted away the arrogance of the young man.

Song Yao watched, and suddenly remembered that Jun Wujue's life was also very legendary.

He feigned death after Ye Zichen proclaimed himself emperor, changed his name to Chu Linfeng, and set foot on Dayan. In just three years, he became a first-rank official and became a close minister of the emperor.
In the previous life, Ye Zichen borrowed soldiers, horses and food from Dayan for writing, and Chu Linfeng humiliated him in every possible way, calling him a slave of the Jun family, who was born humble, and vomited blood three times in anger.

Later, Jun Yan and Zi Zichen fought openly and secretly, and Chu Linfeng sat on the mountain and watched the tigers fight, playing power tricks in the Great Yan Dynasty Hall, living a carefree and unrestrained life.

A hundred years later, Song Yao didn't remember what happened in her previous life at first, but now that she realized it, she couldn't help but glance at the other party again.

Emperor Hui was in a happy mood, "Since that's the case, let's call more people to compare with each other. Let me have a good comparison and let me see the demeanor of our Da Yong Erlang! Whoever wins the prize will be rewarded!"

The young master of the Song family and Ye Zichen were picked out by name alone, hurriedly took a step forward, and brought a few other sons who were eager to try, leaned over and saluted, "I will live up to your majesty's expectations!"

When Song Yanzhi followed Song Xianyu and bent over in a daze to salute, Song Yao secretly looked at Jun Wujue.Jun Wujue noticed Song Yao's gaze, and looked over with a somewhat lazy and charming expression.Peeking at the prince and being caught, Song Yao quickly put on a righteous spirit.Jun Wujue didn't expect her to react like this, instead he froze for a moment, then lowered his head and laughed.

The voice is clean and charming, which is rare for teenagers.

Jun Yanjiang frowned, he glanced at Jun Wujue, but said nothing.

Because of the joining of the son of the aristocratic family, in addition to taking out the horses that the prince and the prince usually ride, the servants also have to select a dozen more horses from the imperial horse farm.

It's just that even horses of the same breed fed by the same horse grass have different speeds.This is also an injustice that cannot be avoided.

The princes didn’t need to pick a horse, and the others hesitated, so the examiner simply said, “According to the way of drawing lots, there are ten wooden sticks here, whoever draws the longest one will choose the horse first, and so on.”

Don't look at everyone's humility, if you really want to wait for them to choose first, you must choose the best horse.

Song Yanzhi seemed to be a child favored by God, and he touched the longest wooden stick as soon as he made a move, "Amei, Amei!"

He waved at Song Yao in the distance, followed by choosing the smallest white horse in the field, and said happily, "You are so beautiful! You are also low in aggressiveness, so you won't hurt me when you run, right?"

The little white horse neighed and raised its proud head.

These ponies all have morals, so why would they kick people casually?

Song Yanzhi was overjoyed, and asked the servants beside him, "Does it have a name?"

"Reporting to the third son, the white horse has not yet been named."

"Then I'll call you Song Xiaoyao first? You look exactly like my younger sister. I'm so happy when I see you!"

Song Xiaoyao: "Huchihuchi~" Tell your sister to come out and I will recognize her face, maybe it was born by a mother?
Song Yao: Thank you for the invitation, I was insulted.

Everyone: Laughing to death, the mud can't support the wall.

……

Song Yanzhi had such good luck, but Song Xianyu and Ye Zichen were not so lucky.

Both are final picks.

But fortunately, Song Yanzhi chose the white horse who was the smallest in the audience and could only cook a living. The two of them brought out a relatively inferior black horse and gray horse.

Jun Wuxian warmed up before the game, turned on his horse and walked around, then walked up to Jun Yan with his BMW Fugui with jade-studded hooves, raised his chin proudly and said, "Brother, you know the strength! Battlefield There is no eye in the sword, don't blame the elder brother for not letting you, today Yuma will let you see what it means to be an old Lian Po, and whether you can still eat!"

Jun Yan: "..."

Jun Yan usually chooses to turn a blind eye to this kind of crazy talk that uses words and allusions indiscriminately.

Seeing his silence, Jun Wuxian thought that the other party was overwhelmed by him and was very proud, so he led Fugui and turned his head to leave.

Unexpectedly, the good horse under him let out a "baa~" and looked affectionately at Zhuifeng under Jun Yan's crotch.

"Wealthy!" Don't delay my pretense!
Fugui's slender eyelashes flickered to chase the wind, "baa~" Bao'er, I have learned sheep language with the little lamb in the mansion, and there is nothing to stop us from communicating.

They are all big stallions, who are you and Baoer?
Zhuifeng took a step back without hesitation, and spat at the other party.

Jun Wuxian can be considered to have caught Jun Yan, "Seventh brother! Look at your horse! What does it mean?"

What does that mean to you?
Fugui raised his hoof and bumped Jun Wuxian, which made people scream in fright, and then continued, "Baa baa~" Bao'er, don't care about the fool on me.Xia Yu has been frequent recently, is it because the servants didn't take good care of you, you have a cold and a sore throat?

Chasing the wind: "..."

Fugui: "Baa~" Bao'er, why are you silent?

Zhuifeng was disgusted by this affection, turned around and ran away with Jun Yan on his back: "Baa." My mother tongue is speechless, see you in the next life, wild donkey.

Fugui's eyes filled with tears when he heard the words.

Woo, it Bao'er is so nice, and said to be with it in the next life.

……

The imperial horses are divided into archery on horseback, performances of various imperial horse movements on horseback, and simple horse racing.

What Emperor Hui wanted to watch today was horse racing.

Prince Heshuo hurried up to his son before he entered the field, walked up to him and told him, "The eldest prince and the fourth prince are nothing to be afraid of. But the second prince is far behind the eighth prince and even the prince in riding and shooting. You must try your best Contain the crown prince and the eighth prince for the second prince, and protect him to win the crown."

Ye Zichen has adjusted his mentality now. He is a firm member of the second prince's party. The whole family has joined Jun Shengze. Hearing this, he nodded, "Don't worry, father, the prince never cares about this kind of competition. But, the most important thing is the Eighth Prince, the boy adapts to the situation and thinks about it."

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With a sound of "Woo--", the whistle sounded.

Fifteen fine horses galloped out like arrows from the string amidst the sharp whistling sound, and the sound of horseshoes was as heavy as thunder, and the momentum was huge.

This is not only a competition between Huidi's five sons, but also the children of the aristocratic family who have taken a fancy to Huidi's bloody horse, and they all want to fight the horse.

The eighth prince quickly stood out and was the best.

The crown prince and second prince followed closely behind.

In the stands outside the arena, the official and his family watched the situation nervously with his family members.

(End of this chapter)