Chapter 151 What Is the Meaning of the Second Prince (3)

Chapter 151 What is the meaning of the second prince (3)

"Why... did you think of taking this name?" Rong Xia didn't expect her beloved horse to be given such a random name, and when she saw the horse, she rubbed Ban Hua's hand foolishly. As a master, with a serious and responsible attitude towards his beloved horse, Rong Xia felt that he could still fight for the horse.

"It's red all over, and the white hair on its forehead is the most conspicuous." Ban Hua gently stroked the horse's neck, "It's just right to call it Baiyu Cake."

Rong Xia opened her mouth, finally nodded and said, "You're right, this name is really suitable."

Du Jiu: You...just be happy.

"Huahua likes horses very much?" Seeing that she was focusing all her attention on her own horse, Rong Xia leaned over the horse's back and looked at Banhua, "I still have a horse of this breed in my house. I'll have someone bring it to you."

"No," Banhua shook his head, "That horse must be Bai Yugao's companion, let's leave it in your house to accompany Bai Yugao. I have my own mount, but I have liked horses since I was a child. When I saw beautiful horses I couldn’t help but want to touch it.”

When she was very young, her grandfather took her to play on horseback, told her about the battlefield, and the stories between the general and his horse, so that she formed a concept since she was a child, that is The horse is one's own partner, even if it is old, one should take good care of it, not throw it away at will, let alone replace it at will.

Rong Xia recalled that Ban Hua did often ride a white horse: "Is that the white horse?"

"Yes," Ban Hua nodded, "It's called Moyu, and it was awarded by His Majesty."

"Mo Yu?" Rong Xia burst into laughter, a white horse named Mo Yu?

"Well, its eyes are very beautiful, just like black jade." Speaking of his beloved horse, Ban Hua was very proud. "If there is a chance in the future, I will take it to compete with you in riding."

"Okay." Rong Xia answered in one gulp.

Du Jiu thought blankly, his own horse is called Moyu, and other people's horses are called Baiyugao. Wouldn't it be nice not to add the word "gao" at the end?

"Okay," Ban Hua withdrew his hand from the horse, "Go back."

Rong Xia looked at Ban Hua, her eyes were beautiful, like a lake, clean and clear, so clean that he could hardly take his eyes away. But in these clean eyes, there is no reluctance, no nostalgia, not even much friendship.

She didn't like him, or... she wasn't tempted by him.

The way she looked at him was like looking at a favorite ornament, a beautiful peacock, full of surprise and appreciation, the only thing missing was the affection between men and women.

"Farewell." Rong Xia smiled.

"Yeah," Ban Hua smiled, his eyebrows curved, and he shook his hand at Rong Xia, "Go slowly."

The horse's hooves sounded softly, and when Rong Xia's figure was out of sight, Ban Hua turned to Ban Heng and said, "Go, go back."

"Sister, are we not going to Biezhuang?" Ban Heng originally thought about going to bury some money or something, but he didn't expect to meet Rong Xia when he went out, and he dragged the time until now.

"No," Ban Hua looked up at the sky, "It's almost dark, next time."

"Okay." Ban Heng was a little disappointed. After burying money twice, he suddenly felt that digging a hole to bury money was quite cool, and he fell in love with this kind of game.

The area where the nobles live is far away from the building where Yunniang lives. The bearers walked fast all the way, and before they reached the building, it was already getting dark.

The closer to the red light district, the more complicated the identities of the people coming and going, and sometimes they have to be careful when they encounter a few unreasonable drunkards who are drunk and crazy. As soon as he entered the alley, a young man dressed as a scholar came out with disheveled clothes.

He staggered as he walked, and muttered in his mouth, as if he was complaining about injustice in the officialdom, or cursing relatives and friends. Then he bumped his head against the sedan chair, fell to the ground and rolled over twice. He was about to curse, but he didn't know that a man walked up to him and pulled out a big knife emitting a faint cold light, and he was so frightened that he didn't say a word.

Those who can wear weapons and walk on the streets in Daye Dynasty are all people with specific status, such as soldiers, government servants, high-ranking noble guards, and ordinary people who dare to walk on the street with such a knife. He was turned over to the Yamen.

He thought that the oiran sitting in the veiled sedan chair was some nobleman's favorite oiran, so he sent guards to bring it back, so he waited for the pedestrians to leave before he dared to curse in a low voice.

"It's just a prostitute, what's the big deal, wait until I... get the first prize, and even a princess can marry. In the book, I have my own Yan Ruyu, and women are not good things..." He hiccupped from the ground. He got up, didn't even pat the ashes on his body, and stumbled away.