my wife is queen

Chapter 137
Hongqiao didn't look at him directly, walked past him, and couldn't wait to go to the racecourse to pick out excellent Liaodong horses.

Qian Dongjian was humiliated, but still smiled modestly, wishing to sell Hongqiao directly to a brothel.

"Don't fall into my hands."

Qian Dongjian stared at Hongqiao's back, and a lot of vicious thoughts came to his mind: "When Princess Changping falls into the hands of Concubine Zheng and is assigned to Fengyang's ancestral mausoleum and imprisoned, at that time you will be the only one to be imprisoned." It's not working every day, so I will sell you directly to a brothel, so that you can taste what it's like to be a good husband."

Hongqiao waited for a long time, but before Qian Dongjian could catch up, he gave him a disgusted look: "What are you doing there, why don't you hurry over here and pick out a batch of fine Liaodong horses, I don't want Make more stops here."

Qian Dongjian was reprimanded by a woman, even if the other party was a female official in the palace, she still couldn't hold back her face.

He didn't turn his head to look at the nearby racecourse officials. He didn't need to look to know that the racecourse officials must be laughing at him for being reprimanded by a woman.

Qian Dongjian just gritted his teeth, and quickly recovered his hypocritical and humble smile: "There is no rush for this matter, only slow work can produce fine work. If you want to select a batch of excellent Liaodong Dama, you need to take your time."

In order to avoid being reprimanded by the woman again, Qian Dongjian stepped up a few steps and walked to the racecourse.

Before choosing Liaodong horses, Qian Dongjian had already been instructed by his father Qian Shiyang to choose some good-looking horses with various diseases.

When Hongqiao returned with this batch of seemingly excellent Liaodong Dama, they would all die of illness within a few months at most.

Anyway, it will take a few months to die of illness, and Hongqiao will come to ask the teacher for the crime and there will be no evidence at that time, so he can use the excuse of not being able to raise horses.

Qian Dongjian pointed to an excellent war horse on the racecourse, and said, "Go and bring that big Liaodong horse here. Judging from the horse's physique and hair, it should be the best horse in the racecourse."

Princess Changping arranged for Hongqiao to come over to pick out Liaodong Dama, but did not arrange for Pheasant Nu and Yun Niang, nor did she send the female Qingke from the Qingke Garden.

There is only one reason. Hongqiao is also good at equestrianism. Compared with Qian Dongjian, who has read a few books and only talks on paper, his skills are much more superb.

Qian Dongjian chose a big Liaodong horse. Because of the distance, Hongqiao only relied on the physique and hair of the Liaodong big horse, and thought that Qian Dongjian was not bad.

Although his father Qian Shiyang exchanged fifty horses for Huangzhuang, Qian Dongjian was still a gentleman and really helped to select the best Liaodong horses.

When the servants at the racecourse brought over the seemingly excellent Liaodong horse, Hongqiao's joyful face suddenly turned ugly: "I don't want this one, but another Liaodong horse."

Qian Dongjian really wanted to say that you, a woman, know what a good horse is, but he just cursed a few words in his stomach, with a humble smile on his face: "I will listen to Miss Hongqiao's arrangement today, she said You can bring any Liaodong horse you want, and if you don’t want this one, why don’t you hurry up and take it away.”

Hongqiao turned his head and glanced at Qian Dongjian, who was always humble. He always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell.

The selection of a good Liaodong horse was the most important thing. Hongqiao twisted the hanging cloud and stood on the edge of the wooden fence outside the racecourse, waiting for Qian Dongjian to choose the next Liaodong horse.

Qian Dongjian looked at it for a long time, and found another Liaodong horse that looked good but was sick, and motioned to the servants at the racecourse to bring it over: "This Liaodong horse looks even better, and it will definitely satisfy Miss Hongqiao." .”

Hongqiao's complexion was even more ugly. He just picked a batch of faulty Liaodong horses. It can also be said that Qian Dongjian made a mistake.

The two Liaodong horses in a row are all the same. They seem to look very good, but they have serious illnesses, and they still have three to five months of life at most.

Hongqiao understood that Qian Dongjian didn't come here to help select the Liaodong Dama, but he was trying to get in the way.

"hypocrite."

Hongqiao left a sharp-tongued sentence, which was also in line with outsiders' impression of her, and left Taipusi's horse farm.

Qian Dongjian waited until Hongqiao left, his face was gloomy, and finally he couldn't help but yelled: "Forcibly raised, you little slut who sells himself into slavery dare to look down on me, sooner or later it will fall to me!" In his hands, at that time, you will definitely be able to survive or die."

Hongqiao went back with a lot of worries, thinking about what happened today, the more he thought about it, the more aggrieved he became, his eyes started to turn red, and he couldn't help but shed tears.

She was not complaining for herself, as a servant who had been with Princess Changping for many years, it was nothing to suffer some grievances for the princess, but she was angry that Qian Shiyang, Qian Dongjian and his son bullied Princess Changping.

Ever since the empress was abolished, she was dispatched from the capital to live in Jinling. Hongqiao has seen this situation too many times over the years.

Logically speaking, Hongqiao should have gotten used to it, but because of her soft temper, she has a sharp-tongued look in front of outsiders, but she doesn't want to see her family suffer a little bit of grievance.

"Huh? Who is Hongqiao being bullied by?"

Hongqiao stood at the gate of the Baiqiangyue Cave in the front yard, wiping away tears, not wanting the princess to see her crying, but accidentally bumped into the uncle, who saw her wiping her tears.

Li Mian stretched out his hand and wiped the tear stains on Hongqiao's face with his thumb: "Who did you bully, tell my uncle, and my uncle will help you decide."

When Hongqiao heard the word call the shots, he couldn't bear it any longer, and threw himself into Li Mian's arms, crying, as if he wanted to cry out all the grievances he had suffered over the years.

Li Mian gently hugged Hongqiao, patted Yinhong Bijia's back, and comforted him: "No one made decisions for you before, but it will be different after my uncle came. No matter who bullies you, my uncle will help you." You bullied the past."

Hongqiao cried for a while, and felt much better. Just about to speak, he saw himself leaning his face on the young master's chest.

Hong Qiao avoided Li Mian's embrace in a panic, her face became redder, and she faltered and couldn't speak.

Pheasant Nu and Yun Niang stood beside them, and looked at Hongqiao strangely. In these years, they have never seen her showing a shy expression.

Hongqiao noticed the strange expressions of Pheasant Nu and Yunniang, and his heart became more and more embarrassing. He quickly calmed down and said the injustice he encountered in Taipu Temple: "It's nothing serious, but the government wants to buy it. Fifty excellent Liaodong horses could not find a way out, and the servants could not help the princess to share her worries, so she shed tears in pain."

(End of this chapter)