Fuxing Mengfei

Chapter 446 Thinking in a crooked way, intoxicating
The second prince, Xuanyuan, asked his uncle to go to the racecourse for a round, but since that girl named Mo Xiaowan appeared, well, there was nothing wrong with him.

The uncle of his family only had eyes for that little girl, and after coming back from a circle, he took her by the hand and went to the stable to choose a horse.

Xuanyuan Shang is also very knowledgeable, he doesn't bother his uncle, and sits by the stream with Feng Yi, chatting about interesting things that happened in the capital in recent years.

After entering the stable, Mo Xiaowan looked here and there, curious about everything.

The Eighth Prince arrived, and the boy who kept the horses had a look of sincerity and fear.

"You don't have to be restrained."

Xuanyuanchen raised his eyebrows lightly: "The two ponies that this king has chosen, bring them here to show the miss."

The boy got the order, turned his head and went into the stable, and led a white and a bay red pony to the grass in front of the stable.

The two ponies are very lively, but they are playing hard on the grass.

He gnawed a mouthful of aquatic plants, looked at Mo Xiaowan and Xuanyuan Chen curiously, then lowered his head to the side of the stream, stepped on the shallow water with his hoof, and kicked the water everywhere.

With just one glance, Mo Xiaowan fell in love with these two little things.

However, thinking that Xuanyuanchen's mount was a majestic white horse, the scene of riding alongside him immediately appeared in her mind.

She tugged at the hem of his clothes, pointed at Xiaobai: "That's it!"

"Have you thought about it?"

Xuanyuanchen explained for her: "That bay red horse is of the bloodline of the Ouyang country's prairie. It is extremely rare, and its foot strength is better than that of a white horse."

"I know the beauty of that horse."

Mo Xiaowan plausibly said: "It has a noble bloodline, and its fur is even brighter after sweating, as if bleeding. Is it called a sweaty BMW?"

"It turns out that Miss is also a person who understands horses."

She babbled a few words like this, and the horse breeder looked surprised, and looked at her with more admiration.

Xuanyuanchen was also slightly surprised: "How did Xiaowan know?"

"Hey, my mother taught me."

Mo Xiaowan really wanted to knock him on the head a few times, he was just showing off, almost showing off.

Fortunately, there is Feng Zimo, a cheap girl, as a shield.

But what Mo Xiaowan didn't know was that after Feng Zimo's death, Xuanyuan Kingdom imported sweat-blooded horses from Ouyang Kingdom, raised them for many years, and tested countless times before they had a batch of pony with noble bloodlines.

How did the former senior sister know that there is a BMW called sweat blood?
Xuanyuanchen seemed to glance at Mo Xiaowan unintentionally, but his eyes were full of surprise.

This little thing seems silly and naive, but the strategies she has shown many times, as well as the skills she is familiar with, have exceeded his expectations.

There seems to be many secrets hidden in her body, which makes people want to explore constantly. She will surprise people. After peeling off layer by layer, what is presented in front of them is surprise after layer.

Xuanyuanchen: "Since we know that the blood of the bay red pony is noble, how can we choose an ordinary pony?"

"Because Uncle Xuanyuan is also riding a white horse."

Mo Xiaowan thought of being teased by the person next to him last night, so the following words were a bit incoherent.

"Two white horses running together, matching..."

Xuanyuanchen already understood what she meant, it turned out that the little thing abandoned the sweaty pony and chose a white horse, because he wanted to keep pace with him.

Thinking about these words in a crooked way, he instantly pleased Mr. Mou, and the corners of his mouth curled up wantonly.

"Okay, just the white horse."

The Eighth Prince is laughing?

The horse boy watched from the side, feeling that Ba Wang's smile was gentle, but terrifying.

Will the Eighth Prince laugh?

This is terrible.

Whether he smiled or not, the servant was afraid that he would be killed if he didn't serve well, so he let out a long breath when he watched the one big and one young lead the horse out.

(End of this chapter)