Royal daughter-in-law

Chapter 280 The Dog Ancestor (3)
As soon as Princess Changle is mentioned, there is something to say, because he knows who is with Princess Changle. Is this Aiwujiwu?Princess Yongjia suppressed the gloom in her heart, and smiled sweetly: "Tell my sister to see, there is no master, but there is one expert. Yongjia has heard about Miss Yun from Rouzhuang a long time ago, and that time the concubine invited Yun to the palace. Went to the banquet and stayed overnight with the Empress Dowager, Yong Jia suffered from a cold and was unable to see him, so he could only guess who it was from the bottom of his heart, only to see Yun Shi with Princess Changle again today, so he realized that it was really unusual."

"You mean, Ms. Yun taught Changle to win the horse?" The man's voice didn't fluctuate much.

Yongjia tilted her jade neck slightly, her long eyelashes fluttered, and her expression was vague, like an indifferent doll. She was already quite old in her core, but over the years, she had learned how to pretend to be the most suitable for her age. His tone of voice: "Yongjia didn't know either, but when Qiaoyue helped me guide the horse, I saw a small hairpin at the finish line. It didn't look like a princess's, but it looked like an ornament for a courtier's family. I couldn't help but recall that Princess Changle was the last The mount seemed to have been stimulated, and it became ruthless, so it crossed the finish line ahead of schedule."

Xiahou Shiting understands that Yongjia is implying that Yun Wanqin instigated Princess Changle to use the hairpin to stab the horse to win the race.

Princess Yongjia looked at him. In the arena, this kind of method can be called unbearable and despicable. It will only be disgusted by others, but the man's lips raised: "Soldiers never tire of deceit."

These words are obviously not disgust, but praise Yun Wanqin.

Princess Yongjia's throat seemed to be blocked by something, but she followed Xiahou Shiting's intention: "Yes, if you lose, you lose, but it's just a game. After this incident, Yongjia is more interested in Miss Yun, Brother Qin Wang I know that Yongjia loves making friends the most, so when Miss Yun left the stands, he sent Qiaoyue to invite him privately, unexpectedly, Miss Yun is really more powerful than Yongjia imagined." He paused, wanting He stopped talking, and seeing Xiahou Shiting's inquiring eyes looking over, he said softly: "After looking for it, I saw her meeting with Uncle Guo alone behind the phoenix tent. It turns out that apart from your concubine and The Empress Dowager loves Miss Yun very much, even Uncle Yuguo has a private friendship with her."

Heh, I finally asked her to find Jiang Yin and meet him.Xiahou Shiting buried his head and continued to check the bow without moving his eyebrows. He even took a pair of pliers and tightened the screws on the bow. It seemed that the left ear went in and the right ear went out, and he didn't care.

Princess Yongjia quietly paid attention to every subtle movement on the man's face, and added another handful of firewood: "Qiaoyue said that the relationship between the two seems to be not shallow, and seeing Uncle Guo with her own eyes..." The voice was a little lower, " Standing face to face with Miss Yun, and even touched Miss Yun's face. Brother Qin Wang knows what kind of temperament Uncle Guo is. When he was young, he focused on official duties. Disrespectful..."

The bow in the palm of his hand "slapped" on the table, but the sadness in the heart of Princess Yongjia disappeared, and it became clearer. The promiscuous woman wandering among several men, no matter which dynasty she was in, was not the same. The likable one hadn't had time to rejoice in the future, but when he heard the man's indifferent tone, his complexion turned cold: "Enough."

Touch your face?Personal station?

Xiahou Shiting's bones began to be bitten by insects again.

She didn't even bother to take a second look at the piece of fresh meat he offered to deliver to her door last night, and pushed herself even a little closer. Today, in broad daylight, the old man Jiang was groping and rubbing, and she didn't know how to avoid it?

Yongjia bit his lower lip, stared at Xiahou Shiting's embarrassing face, but felt happy in his heart: "If brother Qin Wang doesn't like it, Yongjia won't talk about it."

"This kind of thing should not be talked about without verification." The voice was even colder.

Princess Yongjia said softly: "Yongjia actually has a crush on Ms. Yun, how can you talk nonsense about such things? Yongjia's private words are only spoken to Brother Qin Wang. From now on, they will rot in their stomachs and will never be mentioned again. "

When Xiahou Shiting saw her promise, his eyes sank, he didn't say anything, he just shouted outside the tent: "Bring the wolf king in!"

Wolf king?Princess Yongjia was stunned for a moment, but before turning her head, the curtain had already been lifted, accompanied by two barks from Shen Ga, Shi Yaoan led a black wolfhound in.

The big dog has black hair, majestic and majestic, a pair of eyes full of ruthlessness, and its body is almost as tall as a seven or eight-year-old boy. It is muscular, and it barks twice when it comes in. It is very imposing, and it really matches the name "Wolf King". They matched each other, but when they saw the man in the tent, they acted like a child, hoofed and rushed towards Xiahou Shiting, and started to act like a baby while curling up under the man's legs.

Princess Yongjia was sitting next to the long table, seeing this mighty dog ​​very close to him, he was a little nervous.Shi Yaoan smiled and said, "Princess, don't be afraid, this wolf king was brought into the mountains by the prince to hunt bears together, and he won't bite."

Xiahou Shiting stroked his pet dog's back, and the discomfort in his chest gradually disappeared.

The wolf king was very comfortable being touched by his master, wagging his tail vigorously, sticking out his tongue to lick his master's riding boots.

Princess Yongjia saw that Xiahou Shiting seemed to like this dog very much, held back his disgust and fear, leaned his upper body, stretched out his hand and quickly touched the wolf king's head, and said with a smile: "Brother King Qin's dog is really majestic."

The wolf king doesn't like strangers to touch him, his scalp is touched by a woman, and he smells the scent of fragrant powder. He is even more sensitive. He sneezed violently in his nose. He turned his head, with red dog eyes and a stalk forward on his neck. , humming fiercely.

Princess Yongjia was startled, and with a cry, she withdrew her hand and stared at her cousin aggrievedly.

Xiahou Shiting didn't see his cousin's panic, but he was afraid that the wolf king would be startled by her, so he knelt down and rubbed his pet dog again, before facing Shi Yao'an, he asked, "Have you fed?" His tone was full of indulgence.

"I just fed half a catty of beef and drank some water," Shi Yaoan scratched his head, "I guess he knew he was going to go into the mountains, so he was very excited and didn't eat much. The wolf king does this every time he goes out, and he's used to it."

I can't do without food, I have no energy.

Xiahou Shiting took a small box next to the long case, and took out a red satin, which was soft, like a big lump wrapped in it, without thinking about it, he threw it forward, and whistled.

The wolf king turned around, flew forward, grabbed the thing wrapped in red satin in one mouthful, first sniffed it twice, then bit the tip of his teeth, and tore off the red satin, revealing a piece of white flesh, and wailed I took half of it in my mouth and gnawed on it.

"Slow down, kid." Xiahou Shiting smiled.

Princess Yongjia saw that Xiahou Shiting really treated this wolfdog as his ancestor, and he was a bit apprehensive, but he raised his face, smiled sweetly, and asked for nothing, "What did Brother Qin feed?"

Xiahou Shiting answered quickly this time: "Pork."

pork?What - it doesn't look like it?Princess Yongjia saw that his mouth was tightly closed, as if he wanted to feed the dog quietly, so he didn't speak anymore, and only moved the stool under his buttocks a few steps closer to the long table.

(End of this chapter)