When the Empress Becomes a Rich Family's Wasted Daughter

Shao Yixing and Butler Qu were standing behind a man named He Zongqiang, who was the Western Region Horse Racing Champion and the third place winner in the National Professional Horse Racing Competition.

The reason why He Zongqiang agreed to be the coach of the young master of the Shao family this time was because the elders of the Shao family invited him with a large sum of money.

Now when I heard that I had to compete with non-professionals, I naturally felt disdainful.

With his professional level, comparing him with ordinary people is just like comparing an adult with a child, it's easy.

Rongzhen walked over slowly, leading the selected horse.

He Zongqiang looked at the beautiful girl in front of him with some surprise, and Shao Yixing behind him hurriedly spoke.

"Coach He, she is the one who wants to compete with you."

He Zongqiang spoke with some helplessness.

"Then what I put out might not be water, but the ocean."

He spoke in a low voice with a hint of sarcasm, and several people couldn't help but smile at each other. It seemed that they had already won the game and were just considering not letting the woman lose too badly.

Who would have thought that Rongzhen had both good hearing and eyesight.

She smiled calmly.

"It's still unclear who will win or lose."

Rong Qinan behind him stared in silence. This woman, being overconfident is called narcissism. This is too narcissistic.

Have you never suffered from the beatings of society?

Saying harsh words in front of the champion will only make them lose face for you, right?

Although, he knew in his heart that Rong Zhen might, possibly, perhaps, feel that it would be a disgrace to the Rong family for him to call someone else dad.

However, if she lost, he would have to call her daddy all the same, and the result would be almost the same.

It's just another excuse, I can say it's not my own competition.

A trick to play dirty with girls.

Rong Qinan spoke again and said that he wanted to go.

Rongzhen glanced at him.

He Zongqiang naturally heard what Rong Zhen said calmly just now, and felt that this girl was too concerned about her reputation, and felt disdainful in his heart.

He asked while opening his mouth.

"Is it best of three?"

In his opinion, one round of competition would be enough, but a three-round crushing victory would be too embarrassing...

Best of Three...

"Okay, then you play the first game. If you lose, I'll play."

Rong Zhen stroked the horse's back lightly and glanced at Rong Qin'an.

Rong Qin'an was arranged clearly.

In his opinion, best of three games means only two games.

It's even more embarrassing that they take turns.

Shao Yixing laughed.

"Okay, you guys take turns. You can only play twice at most. It doesn't matter who plays."

Rong Qinan sneered.

"If you have the guts, go ahead and do it yourself."

Shao Yixing was not easily provoked and looked proud.

"The coach I hired represents me. Why should I go on my own? If you have the ability, hire a champion as your coach."

"you!"

Rong Qinan was really upset.

Rongzhen commented coldly from behind.

"You still have to be careful with your words. You are really useless."

Rong Qin'an: "..." Was she mocking him for not being able to defeat Shao Yixing?

He just has more shame than Shao Yixing.

"I'll go up, I'll go up."

Rong Qin'an originally asked Butler Yang to lead the horse he usually rode. He walked to the horse with a gentle tone.

"Let's go, run with me today."

As he said this, he touched the horse's head.

Compared to speed...

Rong Qin'an was also unsure.

In short, at least finish the competition.

At this time, the competition venue was empty, and there weren't many people riding horses here today. When the staff heard that He Zongqiang was going to compete with the young master of the Rong family, they eagerly helped. In fact, they also felt sympathy for Rong Qinan. Why did he agree to such a competition where he was bound to lose?

The two men sat on their horses, ready for battle.

The red flag fell.

The two men's horses started running almost simultaneously.

But it is obvious that Rong Qinan and He Zongqiang are not at the same level, whether in terms of the compatibility between man and horse or in terms of horse controlling skills.

As soon as the first bend arrived.

The two of them widened the gap between them.

One could even feel that He Zongqiang deliberately slowed down his pace, appearing to be at ease, but he still left a large distance behind.

In contrast, Rong Qinan, who was chasing behind, had a serious and solemn expression on his face, and his calves were shaking slightly from time to time beside the horse's belly.

Although he is not as good as He Zongqiang.

But Rong Qinan also performed very well on horseback and was generally very stable. He was better than his peers and even most horse racing enthusiasts.

Unfortunately, he was facing the champion.

The ending is certain.

He Zongqiang rode slowly and leisurely without any hurry, leaving Rong Qinan behind by a large margin. When he reached the finish line, the horse walked back and forth and swayed, and Rong Qinan finally reached the finish line.

After all, he was young, and Rong Qin'an's eyes were full of dissatisfaction. He held the horse reins so tightly that they almost stuck in his palms.

Shao Yixing laughed happily and ostentatiously, and kept mocking.

"You usually think you're so awesome, and you even boast that you can compete with the champion. But today, I invited the champion, and look at how you look..."

"Now you know how high the sky is and how deep the sea is..."

Rongzhen stood silently by the side, tidying up the horse's hair, with her red lips slightly raised.

Looking at Rong Qinan, who was walking towards him with his horse, looking somewhat dejected, pursing his lips and not saying a word.

Smile calmly.

"Just watch."

She jumped onto the horse lightly and gracefully, with her movements being extremely clean and neat.

Everyone was shocked. They didn't expect that the woman who said she wanted to compete with He Zongqiang could actually ride a horse.

Butler Yang was full of questions.

Full of doubts.

When did the young lady learn to ride a horse?

However, although he helped pay tuition fees, sent living expenses, and occasionally went to Jiaqing Village to visit the eldest lady.

In fact, we don’t really understand real life…

However, logically speaking, shouldn't the young lady be able to learn horse riding given the environment she lived in?

But the eldest lady's actions undoubtedly calmed him down a little.

Perhaps, the eldest lady really knows how to ride a horse, and is not just being clever to make the young master break the bet.

Rong Qin'an was stunned.

He had prepared himself mentally for a long time and practiced hard many times before he established some trust with the horse and was able to sit on the horse smoothly.

Besides, he saw many girls who were new to horse riding in this horse racing club, and they all sat on the horse with the help of their coaches.

Why does Rongzhen feel like she is flying, and her whole body is light and airy...

He Zongqiang concentrated his mind. This move is definitely not something a horse racer with average skills can do...

It seems that he really can't underestimate or let her off just because she is a woman.

In the first game, Rong Zhen also understood it.

As soon as the flag falls, we rush out and run to the other end of the finish line, and the race is over.

Shao Yixing swallowed his saliva subconsciously.

Just because the woman is sitting on the horse, her whole body is elegant and noble, and her figure is curvy... This Rong Qinan is too low-key, her sister is actually such a superb beauty...

If only he had a sister who looked like this.

Just let him do whatever you tell him to do.

This is so happy...

Shao Yixing stared at Rong Zhen's back, his eyes sparkling.

After Butler Qu coughed lightly, he slowly withdrew his gaze and spoke to He Zongqiang in a low voice.

"Coach He, please don't show mercy..."

Beautiful women look better when they are being abused.