Chapter 86

086 Lord's kindness

"If your highness loses, not only will your Highness's punishment not count, but also please make an apology to younger martial sister Jingshu." Shen Qingru's voice is calm, but his tone is firm and can not be ignored.

Princess Changping was stunned, and her beautiful face changed color with anger: "Shen Qingru, how dare you ask me to apologize to a cheap maid?"

"She is not a slave. She is a dignified student of the Imperial College and a disciple of Huaxuan in the Imperial College. Please respect the princess's words." Shen Qingru said faintly.

The onlookers talked a lot. Looking at the dress of the female doll, they thought it was the little maid next to the spoiled empress. It turned out that she was a student of Imperial College or a disciple of Chinese imperial doctor who had the best medical skills and strict apprenticeship. No wonder the Lord of Anning County maintained her so much. It turned out that they had the friendship of teachers and sisters.

Imperial college enrollment, regardless of origin, only depends on talent. Look at the girl's clothes. She must have come from a poor family. It's not easy to be admitted to Imperial College.

Today, the emperor has issued a decree to select a group of talented students from the students of Imperial College as officials. Maybe this female doll can become the first group of female officials since the opening of this dynasty. The aristocrats of aristocratic families are honored by the women in the family as officials, and their respect for their ancestors is no worse than that of men.

Yang Jingshu covered the scar on her arm and looked around blankly. It seemed that as soon as Shen Qingru's words were exported, these people looked at her from their previous contempt to faint envy. For the first time, she felt the benefits brought to herself by the identity of a imperial college student, but this identity was not worth mentioning in front of the high princess.

Shen Qingru's thin but firm body stood in front of her. From her perspective, she could see her slender but straight back, like a solid wall, separating her from Princess Changping and firmly protecting her territory.

She looked at Shen Qingru in front of her in a complicated mood, and her eyes were unpredictable. She once trusted her and respected her, but Shen Qingru wronged her by Princess Changping. Now Shen Qingru jumps out to protect her. Is it from sincerity or hypocrisy?

Princess Changping looked at Shen Qingru with powerful eyes. She sneered, "Shen Qingru, are you looking for an excuse not to compete with this palace? Well, this palace promises you that if this palace loses, you will apologize to your younger martial sister. But if you lose, don't blame this palace for being merciless."

"As the princess said," Shen Qingru replied with drooping eyes.

"Well, the hunting ground starts to race after a incense stick, and the palace is waiting for you." Princess Changping put down a sentence, threw her whip smartly, and rode away on the jujube red horse.

"Younger martial sister, how can you promise to compete with the princess? Her riding skills are among the best in the summer. The Dawan foal under her seat is a sweat BMW that pays tribute to the western regions and can travel hundreds of miles a day..." murongqing saw Shen Qingru's confrontation with the Lord Changping as soon as he came out of the account of the eighth Prince suffering from typhoid fever. Before he could stop, Shen Qingru agreed to race with the princess and let Murong Qing sweat.

Shen Qingru said leisurely, "elder martial brother, don't worry."

How can he not worry? Although younger martial sister is not a weak woman, she can't surpass Princess Changping who is proficient in equestrian skills. Besides, Princess Changping's horses are used to by her. People and horses have a tacit understanding. Shen Qingru can only choose a group of strange horses from the stables in the hunting ground. Neither software nor hardware can compare with Princess Changping.

Elder martial brother is good at everything, but he is too mother-in-law. Shen Qingru reluctantly bypasses senior brother Murong, who is as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, but doesn't see Yang Jingshu's secretive eyes behind him.

When she was with Shen Qingru, the elder martial brother's eyes always revolved around Shen Qingru, and there was never a penny of her Yang Jingshu. He is also a woman and his younger martial sister. Why?

Yang Jingshu silently lowered her head and gently licked the bone wound on her arm with the tip of her tongue. The smell of rust with bloody smell filled her mouth. She raised her eyes gently with a strange smile.

Shen Qingru looked at the tall, clear and meaningful silhouette in front of her. In addition to smiling bitterly, she still smiled bitterly: "Lord Hou, are you here to help me choose horses?"

Huo Qijun's cold face was as black as the bottom of a pot after hearing Shen Qingru's words. His tall and straight body was close to the girl in front of him. The height difference between the two made Shen Qingru particularly stressed.

"Just go back to your tent and ignore others. I will explain to Princess Changping." Lord Huo stood with his hands down, his face always arrogant, his voice still cold, but Shen Qingru heard the meaning of care.

"Thank you for your kindness, but Qingru doesn't want to be a deserter, let alone be made a laughing stock in the future." Shen Qingru smiled.

"Is face more important than life?" Huo Qijun walked towards Shen Qingru step by step and stood still in front of her. There was a thin look of anger on Junlang's face.

"Your kindness is as clear as your heart. Please respect my choice." Shen Qingru silently lowered his head and gave a deep salute to Huo Qijun.

Huo Qijun was silent, and the anger at the bottom of his eyes gradually faded, but what he took was the color of confusion. He quietly stared at the girl in front of him. The girl's posture was respectful and humble, but her straight back revealed her firmness at the bottom of her heart.

He thought he knew her enough, but in the end he found that the more she knew about her, the less he understood her choice. Mingming is smart and cunning, but he doesn't want to choose the shortcut that is most beneficial to him. He would rather move forward slowly on the dangerous road with thorns. It is clear that there are worldly affairs, enlightened and human wisdom, but it is unwilling to succumb to reality and power.

The more he knew her, the more he felt that he couldn't see through her and that he was attracted by her every move inadvertently.

Shen Qingru waited quietly for a moment. In front of him, Lord Huo was silent for a while, and the fierce color in the bottom of his eyes went away, restoring the calm and cold in the past. He silently dodged a road, and Shen Qingru gently walked in front of Huo Qijun.

"There is a ginger horse in the stable, which I trained myself. Although it is not amazing, it is the most patient and gentle temper. You can try it." when they passed by, a low voice came from beside them. Shen Qingru looked back and smiled: "thank you."

Huo Qijun watched the girl walking slowly towards the stable. After another turn, her figure would disappear in front of her.

Shen Qingru suddenly turned back when turning the corner and smiled at him: "Lord Hou, my riding skill was learned from an immortal expert. It may not be worse than the princess, but others don't know."

"Hou ye, you are the first one to know. Remember to keep a secret for me." two shallow small pear vortices appeared on Shen Qingru's cheek. His white and slender fingers mischievously made a "Shh" gesture at him near his red lips.

Huo Qijun's face was still cold, but he couldn't help smiling after Shen Qingru turned around. If someone was present, he would be surprised that Huo Qijun, the always cold faced and cold hearted Yunyang Hou, had a beautiful arc on his thin lips, smiling at the scenery of the moon, like the breeze and the moon in his arms.

When Shen Qingru appeared in the hunting ground with the ginger thin horse, the onlookers couldn't help but burst into a burst of laughter. The horse's fur color was mixed and bony. At first glance, it was a hybrid weak horse, with a drooping head and a wilting appearance. It was very different from the noble and majestic blood horse of Changping Lord.

I thought Shen Qingru had some unique skills, but I didn't expect that she was a strong man. It's a daydream to use this broken horse to win the princess Changping who has excellent riding skills and is a famous foal!

A few people looked at Shen Qingru, who was holding a thin horse, with sympathetic eyes. How could this slender and weak girl bear it? I'm afraid I'll die if I go down with ten sticks.

Princess Changping's precious fire dragon foal spewed out a mouthful of crude gas from her nose and shook her head in disdain. It was an insult to her to compete with this ugly hybrid horse. Huang thin horse is quite flattering. He wants to get close and please, but he is almost thrown ten meters away by the other party, and angrily returns to Shen Qingru.

"The horse is very docile." Yang Jingshu didn't know when she came to the hunting ground. She gently touched the mane of the yellow thin horse with her hand and said softly: "horse, horse, you should be good and help elder martial sister Qingru win the game."

She combed her fingers and gently combed the mane of the yellow thin horse. The yellow thin horse looked like a pleasure. One person and one horse were very intimate. Yang Jingshu gently pasted her face on the horse's head, as if she wanted to get close to the horse. The gentle yellow thin horse hissed for some reason, and her four hooves jumped madly, almost stepping on Yang Jingshu's hooves.

Yang Jingshu flashed dangerously under the horse's hoof and looked in horror at Murong Qing, who wanted to cry. Murongqing was also shocked and asked with concern, "is younger martial sister Yang OK?"

"Jing Shu is all right." Yang Jing Shu's face wore a touch of suspicious red and looked pitifully at her elder martial brother. He said nothing, but he looked frightened.

"Qingru, this horse is so bad, I'm afraid it's difficult to control. I'd better choose another one..." Murong qingjunlang's face was full of worry and looked at Shen Qingru in front of him.

"Nothing." Shen Qingru smiled faintly, trying to ease murongqing's tension with a smile.

However, what happened just now is more or less strange. Shen Qingru frowns slightly and looks at Yang Jingshu in front of her with a little doubt in her eyes. The yellow thin horse was trained by the Marquis himself. He has a gentle temper. There's no reason to attack Yang Jingshu. This little doubt was soon forgotten by her. Not far away, Princess Changping had changed her red riding clothes and sat high on the fire dragon foal, looking more heroic and valiant.