The medical concubine never thinks of going out of the wall

Chapter 59
Tang Nineteen was an absolute activist, he locked his target and put it into action.

She started learning to ride a horse.

It is definitely not a wise thing to learn to ride a horse in July, but in order to break the cocoon into a butterfly, successfully roll the bed, and transform into a great beauty, she also worked hard.

What's more, she thinks like this, if the sun is a little darker, the face on the left and right sides can be balanced, and then it will be a little less scary.

After all, if this birthmark grows on Africans, there is no pressure at all. She has been raised in a boudoir since she was a child, and she has low self-esteem. more terrifying.

The custom-made riding clothes arrived, and Tang Nineteen began to learn to ride horses in earnest.

Of course, riding a horse is secondary, and flirting is the main thing.

At the Qin Wangfu, the horse farm, Hu Lin pulled a white pony to Tang Nineteen: "Princess, it's called Xue Lihong. You can see that it's all snow-white, but there is a piece of red hair on its forehead."

Bitao immediately attacked: "What do you mean? Are you laughing at our princess for having a birthmark on her face?"

Hu Lin fell to his knees in fright: "Slave, didn't the slave mean to refer to something?"

Tang Nineteen glared at Bi Tao, frightening her little brother, can you afford it, little girl?

She approached and personally supported Hu Lin, with a pair of almond-core eyes gentle and warm: "Don't be afraid, get up, I like this little foal very much, come, help me up."

Hu Lin didn't expect the princess to be so gentle, so he breathed a sigh of relief: "The servant will get you a horse stool."

"No, just give me a hand."

After Tang Nineteen finished speaking, he started.

Su wrapped her arms around Hu Lin's shoulders, Hu Lin's legs softened, this, this, why is the princess so unwilling to avoid suspicion, he is a man.

The teasing color in Tang Nineteen's eyes, all kinds of charming fluttering: "It's so tall, hold my waist, hold me up."

Hu Lin was stunned: "Wang, Princess, I'm afraid it's not right, the servant should bring you a stool."

"What are you going to do?" The hand that held Hu Lin's shoulder tightened. Tang Nineteen laughed and called Hu Lin's hair all over, "What kind of stool you want, I said you can do it, hug my waist, hurry up."

"Little, young lady..." Bitao's face turned blue, is her young lady crazy?
With that charming look, is this, this, seduction?

Hu Lin was even more stiff and did not dare to move.

Tang Nineteen had a charming face and said angrily, "Don't be stunned, hug me up."

"Princess, the minions are wrong, the minions are really wrong, the minions will change your horse, the minions really don't mean to refer to you, but this is the most docile horse in the audience, the minions are wrong, you forgive the minions , spare the slave."

Tang Nineteen slumped, and the shoulders wrapped in his arms were half short.

Hu Lin knelt down, his face pale.

Tang Nineteen's mouth twitched: "Well, I really don't mean that, I'm just..."

Just want to hook up with you.

Afraid of scaring Hu Lin to death, she didn't say anything.

Looking at a muscular, bloody man, how could he have such a pair of ant guts.

Hu Lin was still begging: "The servant was wrong, you spared the servant, spared the servant, the servant was really wrong, the servant didn't do it on purpose, the servant didn't want to point to you, the servant didn't dare to point to you, the servant was wrong."

Tang Nineteen was speechless, and suddenly lost interest: "Go on, go on."

As if Hu Lin had been granted amnesty, he scrambling and crawling led his horse and left.

After a while, another horse slave came, trembling with fear, holding a black pony in his hand: "King, princess, Hu Lin asked the slave, the slave to teach you how to ride."

(End of this chapter)