Fuxing Mengfei

Chapter 445

"that is not!"

The wind pointed forward one by one. On the rolling grassland, there was a small slope. Two horses, one white and one black, galloped around the small slope and galloped from a distance.

Sitting on the white horse is Xuanyuanchen.

He was wearing a dark court dress today, riding on a white horse like this, without the elegance of yesterday, but with an extravagant dignity.

And riding on the black horse was a strange man.

He couldn't see his face clearly from a distance, since he had never seen Mo Xiaowan anyway, he was wearing a snow-white loose silk robe.

Being blown by the wind, his clothes fluttered in the wind, and his aura was not completely covered by Xuanyuan Chen, which looked quite seductive.

The two horses drove side by side and galloped towards Mo Xiaowan.

From afar, Xuanyuan Chen saw her appear, and with a whip whip, the horse ran fast, passing by her like a gust of wind.

Before Mo Xiaowan could react, his body was weightless, and he had already lifted him up and sat on the horse.

The horse turned a corner and galloped forward, Mo Xiaowan felt the wind whistling by his ears.

The warm breath he exhaled also sprayed on the back of her earlobe, and there was a tickling comfort.

His embrace is like a shelter from the wind, it has always been so spacious, it seems that no matter how big the wind and waves are, it can withstand it, giving her inexplicable peace of mind and warmth.

Xuanyuanchen sat on the horse with Mo Xiaowan in his arms, and the two rode side by side, disappearing behind the hillside.

The second prince, Xuanyuan Shang, did not catch up, and watched with great interest as the emperor's uncle ran away with a little beauty in his arms.

He lightly pursed his lips: "Wind Guard, who is that?"

"Miss Eighth Prince's Mansion."

Feng Yi heard the prince mentioned in the study yesterday that the second prince has been training outside for the past few years, and it is not easy.

From the fact that he met his master for a horse race as soon as he returned to Beijing, it can be seen that he has a lot of scheming.

My father brought that little devil, Mo Xiaowan, in front of such a powerful character, just to tell him that the Eight Princes' House had nothing to do with other matters, but Mo Xiaowan was his concern.

No one can move.

Feng Yi has been by Xuanyuanchen's side for a long time, knowing that the master's move is obviously a demonstration.

So, meeting the second prince's probing eyes, he simply said: "Mo Xiaowan, my master's darling."

The second prince was a little surprised, Feng Yi answered in this way.

It seems that he is really an important person in the uncle's heart.

This is strange, he knows that his uncle is obsessed with cleanliness, and it is said that he never touches the women in the mansion because he thinks they are dirty.

Xuanyuan Xing's mother concubine Yun Guifei never gave up. Once Xuanyuanchen stayed in the palace overnight, he sent a charming maid to serve her.

In the end, the court lady showed her fragrant shoulders and was kicked out by the emperor's uncle.

The emperor's uncle kicked too hard, the maid vomited several mouthfuls of blood, rolled her eyes, and went straight to the west.

Therefore, the meddlesome people in the palace and various forces only dared to put women in the Eight Princes' Mansion when the emperor's uncle was in a good mood, but they never dared to care whether the emperor's uncle would touch those women.

You know, this uncle has an evil temper, and wanting to kill a person is as easy as strangling an ant.

How did this little ink bowl get so close to the emperor's uncle?

It seems that in the past few years after he left, many interesting things happened in the capital that he didn't know about. To be able to enter the horse farm of the Royal Academy, this Mo Xiaowan must have enrolled in the academy.

Later, he wanted to ask Jiumei about the origin of this Mo Xiaowan.

The second prince knew that Cong Fengyi couldn't get too many words out of his mouth, so he didn't ask any more questions, but looked at the white horse turning out from behind a small hill in the distance, looked at the uncle's hand with great interest, and held it tightly. Ring around the waist of Mo Xiaowan.

Uncle Huang whispered something in her ear, and the little girl's giggles were scattered on the grass and drifted over with the wind.

(End of this chapter)