In an instant, there was no sound around.

The stunning on the girls' faces turned into thrillers before they faded.

Joke period, “…”

Almost lost in anger, exploded on the spot!

He knew that Song Zhao was here to demolish his place.

Song Yao also looked at Joke Qi with a bad expression. She took a deep breath and asked her sister curiously, "Zhaozhao, how do you know that this is mourning your deceased wife?"

She knew very well that her sister had never read many books since she was a child and had never read many books on the Four Books and Five Classics.

This Yonghuai Fu is obviously something that only those who read poetry and books know.

Song Zhao opened his innocent big eyes, "I heard from Master read it when I was in the palace. I thought this poem was very good, so I wrote it down."

Duan Ziqi forced himself to smile and said, "When I read this poem, I felt that the poem was exquisite, and I didn't know that there was such an allusion."

Song Zhao showed a surprised expression, "Studying poetry requires a comprehensive and thorough understanding. You are a Jinshi, and you don't even look at allusions when reading poetry?"

To be honest, many scholars read poetry, but only understand the superficial meaning, but few people pay attention to allusions.

But Song Zhao is a famous fool, and even she knows allusions, but he doesn't know the joke as a Jinshi.

I gave people a certain kind of gift, and I am afraid that this Jinshi was not bought.

Joke period, “…”

Cold sweat came out on his back.

Miss Song Er's mouth is too poisonous, and she wants to kill him in just a few words.

After all, people's words are terrifying. If they reach Emperor Yuan Chun's ears, the entire Duan family will be targeted.

"Miss Song Er is really good at joking!" Mrs. Duan rushed over, suppressing her almost ferocious expression, and said like a peacemaker, "Zi Qi was happy when he saw Yaoyao, so he was confused. Speaking of which, it was all caused by the young and frivolous."

Song Yao said lightly, "No matter how confused you are, you should know that I have not gotten married to Master Duan. It is really unconventional to recite such poems to your wife."

Mrs. Duan was angry, but she was unable to refute it.

In this regard, the Duan family has indeed lost the rules.

But Song Yao is about to marry, but she doesn't know how to maintain her husband's family. It's really hateful.

Mrs. Duan thought that after Song Yao got married, she would definitely let out a good anger.

Duan Ziqi said embarrassedly, "Shame, ashamed, I must be more careful in my study in the future. It is my fault for offending Miss Song Er. I hope everyone will forgive me."

Mrs. Duan held back her anger and forced herself to smile, "It's all a trivial matter, and it's about to start an equestrian activity, so don't affect everyone's good mood."

Duan Ziqi spread his sleeves and fists, and said sincerely, "The horse racing is about to begin. I will do my best to show the equestrian skills to apologize to Miss Song."

He apologized for such earnestness, and if Song Yao was still petty, it would be the Song family.

Song Zhao touched his chin and spoke carelessly, "In the past, the horse racing clubs were all showing equestrian skills, and I think it's boring. Why not have a horse racing competition this time."

Everyone was aroused of interest and started to whisper.

The joke period urgently needs to show personal charm and bring back the lost decency, and immediately go down the slope, "Miss Song Er makes sense, then let's have a horse racing competition. Whoever runs the lap first will be the winner."

The news here spread, and immediately three young families with family backgrounds of similar families came to participate.

Others with lower backgrounds are waiting for the next round tacitly.

Song Zhao picked up a black arm casually and ran to invite Si Yu, "Si Yu, we are still missing someone in this round, so you can play with us."

In Marseille like this, only those with similar family backgrounds can turn the same round to avoid offending others.

Si Yu didn't have to take too much into consideration his identity. He asked him to fill in a seat, but no one had any objections.

Si Yu glanced at Song Zhao's dressed arms with a cold face and said, "I want pink."

Song Zhao, “…”

Little pervert like pink?

What's wrong!

She complained secretly, but also cooperated to get a pink one for him.

"He is a waste, can he ride a horse?" Duan Ziqi glanced at Si Yu, with a hint of contempt in his eyes. "Racing horses is not a joke. If you break your arms and legs during the process, don't blame us."

Si Yu put on the pink arm expressionlessly, revealing a very powerful forearm.
Chapter completed!