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Liu Qingshuang turned around Yingying, lowered her waist slightly to perform the lady's ceremony, and said generously: "I saw you in the long hall."

"Oh?" Cheng Jinzhou rubbed his eyebrows with his index finger in embarrassment and said, "I was so drunk that day that I didn't notice the most beautiful scenery."

The compliments that were beyond the normal scope of this world were uttered from the mouth of a teenage boy. Liu Qingshuang was not only caught off guard, but the scene almost went cold for a while.

In the end, Zhao Quan was ridiculing him with hatred, but on the surface he acted upright and awe-inspiring: "The clichés in the church, the faces of the nobles have all been disgraced by you dandy boys."

"Do you usually say these things in the classroom?" Cheng Jinzhou chuckled.

Zhao Quan was speechless for a moment, his teeth creaked, and he could no longer maintain his seemingly aristocratic manner.

Liu Qingshuang blushed slightly and saluted again: "I am the daughter of the Hexi transfer envoy."

After speaking, she saluted again, lowered her head and hurried away with her maid and bodyguard.

Cheng Jinzhou was stunned and said to himself: "Isn't the Hexi transfer envoy Liu Bin?"

"Yes." There was a handyman behind who was eager to show off and answered stupidly.

Cheng Jinzhou raised his eyebrows again, unable to tell whether he was sad or happy. Previously at Liu Bin's house, he wanted to see his fiancée, but he failed to do so, but he unexpectedly saw her in the school grounds.

From the perspective of future generations, a twelve-year-old girl would not be seen as unparalleled in beauty. She was just decent and pretty. Being well-mannered was an advantage, but Cheng Jinzhou didn't care much about her. But overall, in terms of the history of arranged marriages, Liu Qingshuang has almost delivered a perfect report card.

As for the disgusting Zhao Quanfu, the pursuit of a wild bee can only show the value of the flowers. Although this will make the other wild bee unhappy, as long as every bee cannot collect honey, he can still guarantee his lead. status.

Cheng Jinzhou watched Liu Qingshuang leave with a confused look on his face. A few hundred meters behind, Zhao Quan, who had re-disguised himself as Young Master Pianpian, was following closely.

This guy also knew that the 200 taels of silver would never come back, so he simply kept silent, which made him look like a bachelor.

Xinde had already arrived at the scene, and when he saw that the matter was over, he dared to come out, holding An Yama, whose shoulder height was about the same as him. His smiling eyebrows were not eyebrows, and his eyes were not eyes. He pursed his lips and said, "Third Master, we are here How many laps at the racecourse?”

The mature servants immediately glared over. In the Cheng family, masters, young masters, and brothers are strictly distinguished, and there is no difference at all. But at this time, no one dared to speak.

Cheng Jinzhou was unaware of the too strict title and only nodded lightly.

Xin De knelt down in a well-trained manner, waiting for Cheng Jinzhou to get on his horse.

After recalling the knights in the movie, Cheng Jinzhou finally climbed onto the horse with his heart in mind. The Yadong horse is more like an enhanced version of the Arabian horse, half taller than the common Mongolian horses or British thoroughbred horses in China. He doesn't have to step on anything and only uses stirrups. He doesn't have this ability yet.

The racecourse was covered with thick loess, and the Yadong horse ran briskly and steadily. Under the attention of more than a hundred people, Cheng Jinzhou felt handsome and triumphant.

The speed gradually increased, Cheng Jinzhou still had a smile on his face, but he just tightened the reins in his hands.

At this time, the servants, no matter how out of place, were shouting and shouting as if they were watching the world's highest level horse racing, just like they were on a horse racing track.

The arena alone is so open and bright that it makes people feel happy. The knight alone is so simple and lonely that it makes people feel palpitating.

The wind blowing across his face vaguely reminded Cheng Jinzhou of his days riding a motorcycle. If you think about it carefully, it's only been a few months, but it seems like a lifetime ago.

Zhao Quanhui, who was chasing after Liu Qingshuang, felt cruel in his heart when he heard the cheering names behind him, but his face didn't show any signs of it. Pretending is always the first thing a child of aristocratic families must learn.

Cheng Jinzhou rode until he was covered in sweat and then stopped. The horse was also soaked with moisture. He jumped off the horse, continuing the excitement of speed. He reached for the horse's mane and said, "I will call you Zhufeng from now on. Is it loud or not?"

Neither "Zhufeng" nor the servants could give an objection, so the name of this Yadong horse was decided.

"Let's call the remaining horse Yueying." Cheng Jinzhou tilted his head and thought for a moment before making the decision to change the name of the smaller horse in absentia.

Xin De smiles like a sieve, raising his thumb to say wise, probably because he can't think of any good adjectives.

While being watched, Yang Ming rode over like a donkey. With a twitching face, he shouted in the direction of the school grounds: "Xin De, come and pick me up."

"Bima Wen" Xinde's smile became more humble, and he gradually transformed from a sieve into a monkey, eagerly watching Cheng Jinzhou waiting for his orders.

This feeling of control made Cheng Jinzhou feel happy for a while, and he said happily: "Hurry up and pick it up, don't tire yourself, Mr. Yang."

He moved his legs a little and stepped forward.

The servants who gathered around the school grounds pretending to be spectators happily dispersed and left, leaving only the enterprising servant leaders - with an attitude of serving their masters, many of whom were more pious than party members.

"I've only been riding in the car lately. I haven't been riding a horse for a long time, so I've become lax." Yang Ming laughed at himself and let go of Xin De's arm.

"I didn't practice well and made you laugh." Cheng Jinzhou replied with a smile.

"Not bad, not bad." Yang Ming sighed with emotion and said with a smile: "Your attainments in astrology are probably better than those of the professors in the temple. Horse riding is just a trivial matter."

Cheng Jinzhou also laughed happily.

From the perspective of mathematical ability, the professors of the Holy Church cannot fight to the death at the level of the 18th century. Yang Ming is telling the truth, but when he says it, he must be bragging - just like Cheng Jinzhou cannot understand the stars. The way arrays operate is the same. It is difficult for people in this world to understand modern mathematics that is three centuries beyond their own.

Both of them smiled proudly, thinking they were superior to others.

Yang Ming scanned the messy crowd on the campus with the shrewdness of an old man, and said pointedly: "It's no trouble."

After collecting 200 taels of silver, even if they offended the grandson of Nanling County King to death, the Cheng family was not really afraid of them, but after all, it was not something to show off. Cheng Jinzhou hesitated and said: "My servants are not sensible. , make you laugh."

"There are some things that need to be arranged and prepared in advance. When necessary, it is not necessary to make decisions in advance." Yang Ming looked like a skinny version of Zhuge Liang, as if he was giving advice.

Cheng Jinzhou didn't take the matter seriously. He nodded vaguely and said with a smile, "Shall we go see Zhuangzi?"

"Oh, my old bones can't bear the pain anymore." Yang Ming shook his head repeatedly, patted the horse under his crotch and said: "Why don't I wait for you here for two more laps, and then we can go see what Wu Zong and the others are doing? Whatever it is, today is over."

"There is still half an afternoon, why waste it." Cheng Jinzhou had no intention of torturing the old man, so he waved and shouted: "Go and catch a carriage."

Yang Ming's face dropped, and the folds that couldn't cover his flesh suddenly drooped. A two-wheeled light carriage is really not much easier than riding a horse.

Cheng Jinzhou took the lead and rode out. Now that he heard there was food, he couldn't hold back at all.

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