Wangfu little dumb wife

Chapter 443 Ingot's Routine (2 more)
While the few people were talking, the incense sticks had already burned to the end, and the players of the red and blue teams each led their horses to the field.

Knowing that today's lottery prize is Master Qi Rui's new work sachet, the teenagers sitting on horseback are eager to win it and dedicate it to Ye Meiren.

The referee gave an order and the game began.

Smoke and dust billowed suddenly on the peaceful field before, and the polo rolled around in the field following the chasing of the teenagers.

People watching the game outside the stadium applauded.

Ye Ling only took a few casual glances before looking away, and asked King Ding's maid for a purple sand teapot.

In addition to playing polo well, she is proficient in everything from piano, chess, calligraphy, painting and knitting, and her tea cooking skills are top-notch. Sitting bored, she wanted to borrow a charcoal basin to cook a pot of tea for a few people.

Song Yuanbao raised his eyes inadvertently, and saw that the little girl's fingers holding the pot were cold, white, slender, neat and slender. When she poured water into the pot, all her attention was focused on the mouth of the pot, and her drooping eyelashes were black and thick, flickering up and down At that time, it was like a small lupine, with clear eyes, as clean as a kitten.

Song Yuanbao had heard her speak before, and unlike what he thought was the sturdy daughter of the general's mansion, Ye Ling's voice was very thin and soft, making one's heart itch.

"This hand..." Song Yuanbao watched and blurted out unconsciously.

"Ah?" Ye Ling on the opposite side seemed to feel something, and looked up.

Song Yuanbao originally wanted to say that he was pretty, but when he met those innocent and pure eyes, he swallowed his saliva and said, "Can you play ball?"

When Ye Ling heard the half of his sentence above, she was asking her: Can this hand play ball?

No one had ever asked this before, Ye Ling was stunned for a moment, subconsciously glanced at her hand, and said again, "Ah."

The previous one is a question, and the latter one is an answer.

Song Yuanbao felt that this girl was more pure and obedient than he imagined.

The corners of his mouth curled upwards, and he said, "Very good."

What he actually meant was that she was quite pure and good-looking, and he liked her a lot.

The girl on the opposite side thought she was praising her playing skills, her cheeks flushed slightly, and she said thank you in a low voice.

Zhao Xi looked at these two people with a numb face, that expression vividly said "Who am I and where am I and what kind of people are around me".

Song Yuanbao is a person who likes to climb the pole very much. The little girl opposite did not refuse to talk to him, and he could immediately figure out that the girl had a crush on him.

"I can't play polo," he added.

Zhao Xi looked at him, and couldn't understand how Song Yuanbao said "I can't play polo", a weakness that requires courage to admit, so confidently, that he would blurt out "You teach me" the next moment people are born illusion.

In fact, Zhao Xi had no illusions, Song Yuanbao really said so.

He looked at the little girl who was a little confused by his enthusiasm with a sincere face, and wanted to call out to his sister, but felt that the enthusiasm was too much, so he changed his words, "Can you teach me, girl?"

"Ah, now, now?" The little girl was still confused.

Song Yuanbao smiled, "As long as you are free, I will do it anytime."

It was the first time seeing someone approaching someone so brazenly, Zhao Xi turned his head to one side, looked at the group of teenagers who were playing polo, and felt that he had never understood Song Yuanbao at all.

Oh no, I never understood how shameless this guy is.

What he showed in front of him before was probably only the tip of the iceberg.

Seeing Ye Ling's soft reaction, Xue Yinhuan wanted to laugh.

Although this man was born in the general's mansion, he was the favorite of the old matriarch of their family. He was raised carefully since he was a child, and he was even more delicate than those from aristocratic families.

The folk customs of Da Chu are relatively open, and Ye Ling has many admirers. She often sees outsiders on the polo field. Today's one is probably the most special one ever.

If you want to say that he is not serious, he is obviously asking for advice with an open mind, and he has not said anything excessive, but if you want to say that he is serious, it seems that there is something wrong with every word he says.

To show politeness, Ye Ling couldn't answer his words, her voice was still soft, "I have another game later."

"Yeah." Song Yuanbao raised his eyebrows, "It's okay, you fight, I'll watch."

Zhao Xi suddenly regretted bringing these two idiots out to embarrass himself.

The second idiot who made him feel embarrassed suddenly poked his arm with his elbow, "Hey..."

"I have something to talk about." Zhao Xi didn't bother to look at him, his eyes still fell on the polo field.

Song Yuanbao said: "If you really compare yourself to her later, remember to show mercy."

Zhao Xi finally looked sideways and looked at him, "Who is that you and you just protected him?"

"Master." Song Yuanbao replied solemnly.

Zhao Xi laughed, "If that's the case, I'm also your master, and I'm still ahead of her, why don't you ask her to let me go?"

"That's different."

"What's the difference?"

Song Yuanbao didn't need to compare too much, and said bluntly: "She looks better."

This means that he is not good-looking.

It's just not very obvious.

Lively and innocent.

Ah.

Zhao Xi's 15 years of good upbringing began to crumble, and he was given one word, "Get lost."

While the two were whispering, Ye Ling had already cooked tea, poured it into white porcelain cups one by one, and served them on a tray.

"My lord, please have some tea."

"Your Highness, please have some tea."

"Song, Song..."

Song Yuanbao looked up at the little girl standing in front of him, and asked, "Why did it break when I came here?"

The little girl didn't know why she suddenly couldn't remember how to address him, and her eyes began to blur.

When she was confused, she was very quiet, and the word "good" was written on her whole face.

Song Yuanbao's bones are brittle, how can there be someone in this world who makes him think that he looks like his future daughter-in-law at the first sight?
From his body shape and appearance to his voice and cute reaction, it seems that God tailor-made it according to his preferences.

Afraid that she would remain confused, he immediately introduced himself, "I have a baby named Yuan Bao, you can call it whatever you want."

"Master Yuanbao." The little girl immediately responded.

Master Yuanbao?

Song Yuanbao raised his eyebrows, is this an exclusive title?

He was still distracted, but the little girl had put down the tureen and returned to her seat.

At this time, the first ball game of the teenagers on the polo field came to an end, and the red team won.

The teenagers who were temporarily leading were excited, feeling that they were one step closer to that little beauty.

Song Yuanbao turned around on the round stool, turned his back to Ye Ling and Xue Yinhuan, and looked at the field with Zhao Xi, but said something unrelated to the game, "How was my performance just now?"

Zhao Xi glanced at him lightly, but said nothing.

"Why are you ignoring people?"

Zhao Xi asked him, "Do you want to listen to the truth?"

Song Yuanbao was stunned for a moment, "Let's tell lies first."

"It's kind of silly."

"...The truth?"

"Boundlessly stupid."

The corner of Song Yuanbao's mouth twitched twice, "Are you still my buddy?"

"I'm your master." Zhao Xi looked calm and composed as usual, "That day in the restaurant, your father asked me to discipline you properly."

"No... I'll just talk to the girl, it's not that serious, is it?"

Zhao Xi said: "Stupid people usually say that they are not stupid."

Song Yuanbao asked him, "Are you stupid?"

Zhao Xi's brain reacted quickly, so he naturally wouldn't fall into his trap, and snorted lightly, "Sit aside, the second match will start soon."

Song Yuanbao didn't listen, and went back to the previous topic, "I bet on the family heirloom today, and you don't lack that stuff, so what if you lose a game and let her do it?"

Zhao Xi said: "I haven't seen what a family heirloom looks like."

"That's not what you gave." Song Yuanbao felt that this person was deliberately finding fault, and paused, "I made it up, can I make it up?"

Zhao Xi turned his head, his eyes darkened, "According to your father's entrustment, I think it is very necessary for me to correct your lying problem, if you want me to let her, you can tell people clearly that that jade pendant is not a family heirloom, but came out of the palace."

Song Yuanbao was very embarrassed, "Aren't you trying to make me face myself?"

Zhao Xi said "That's your business and has nothing to do with me".

Song Yuanbao struggled for a long time, but still couldn't speak, "Then what, can we change the request?"

"Yes." Zhao Xi said, "I will tell them personally."

"..."

Song Yuanbao chose the former. He turned around and looked at the little girl who was sitting by the brazier warming her hands. He opened his mouth but made no sound.

The little girl noticed his gaze, looked up, and smiled very sweetly, "Master Yuanbao, what's the matter?"

"It's okay." Song Yuanbao smiled, squeezed out two words from between his teeth, then turned around, took a deep breath, and expressed his abhorrence at Zhao Xi's behavior of "beating mandarin ducks with sticks", "Do you think you are too cruel?"

Zhao Xi smiled lightly, "You borrowed my things to offer flowers to the Buddha and said they were heirlooms to deceive others, little girl, compared to you, what is my cruelty?"

(End of this chapter)