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Soon it was the day of the Royal Horse Meeting, Qian Feng's body was almost recovered, lying on the bed for a month, the whole person was a little listless.Early Qilan pulled him up and groomed him himself.

The still sleepy Qian Feng's eyes lit up instantly when he saw Siyue. Seeing his appearance, Qi Lan felt a throbbing pain in his heart. Qian Feng nodded, and said softly: "Take Siyue, let's go! Qi Rong and the fourth prince should have arrived, we can't keep the guests waiting."

"Why is Sikong Changjue here?" Qian Feng wrinkled his nose in dissatisfaction, he hated that person.

Qilan smiled and flicked his forehead, "Hehe, fool, the Royal Horse Conference is held for the Tian family, so that they can check the quality of the horses, how can he not be here!"

Qian Feng rubbed her forehead in frustration, "It hurts!"

Qi Lan looked at the blush on his forehead, and secretly regretted that he had shot too hard, "Does it really hurt?"

"Fake." Qian Feng stuck out his tongue at him, "I'm dizzy, I don't want to go."

"Don't make trouble." Qi Lan took him and raised his hand to rub his forehead gently, "After today, you will never see him again, don't let insignificant people affect our mood, stay with me Say goodbye to Qin Yao, huh?"

Qian Feng pouted, "Okay..."

It can be said that the people of Qinyao grew up on horseback. Both men and women are good at riding and shooting. When Qian Feng and Qi Lan arrived, what they saw was a sea of ​​horses, vast and vast, countless.All of them have shiny coats, and you can tell that they are not extraordinary products at a glance.

Qian Feng glanced around, quite disgusted, "There are quite a few, but none of them can compare to my little Liu!"

Qilan twitched his brows unconsciously when he thought of the horse that seemed to be about to mature. It was indeed a good horse, but his temper seemed to be a bit stronger than his master's. In comparison, his Qianfeng Lovely, Qi Lan smiled and said: "Yes, your Xiaoliu is this peerless BMW, but why is it called Xiaoliu?"

Qian Feng tilted his head and thought for a while, then replied: "Because I am Xiaoliu, so it can only be Xiaoliu."

"Then why are you Xiao Liu?"

"Because Hongyuan is the sixth elder!"

Qi Lan's eyes narrowed, "Red Mandarin..."

"She is my master." Qian Feng exhaled slowly, "She is also my Taoist companion."

Feeling a little sour in her heart, Qi Lan was not surprised by the answer, "Then she now..."

"She's dead." When he said this, Qian Feng suddenly felt that something in his heart was finally relieved. He looked up at the sky and said lightly: "For so long, I have refused to admit that she is dead, but Some things just don't happen if you don't admit it."

Seeing Qi Lan's distressed eyes, Qian Feng smiled at him, "Fortunately, I still have you, let's not talk about that, let's go over there!"

After finishing speaking, he pulled Qi Lan through the crowd and walked towards the high platform. The people who came today were all dressed up, the men were heroic, and the daughter also added a bit of heroism. Seeing Qi Lan and Qian Feng walking hand in hand, they all stepped aside Along the way, the crowd chattered a lot, and it seemed that they were already familiar with Qi Lan's behavior. Qian Feng turned a blind eye to the contemptuous eyes of the crowd, but instead pulled Qi Lan who was about to explode and whispered in his ear: "They're envious of us."

"Pfft!" Qi Lan was amused by him, and she was no longer angry, but her entangled hands clenched a little more tightly.

When the two climbed onto the high platform, Qi Rong and Sikong Changjue were already sitting there. Qi Lan slightly nodded at Sikong Changjue, and pulled Qian Feng to sit on his own vacant seat without looking at Qi Rong.

Qian Feng turned her head and smiled apologetically at Qi Rong, Qi Rong shook her head lightly to express that she was fine.When his eyes passed by Sikong Changjue, Qian Feng realized that he was also looking at this side. Seeing Qian Feng looking at him, he raised his eyebrows and smiled, raised the wine glass in his hand, his eyes were filled with the light of determination, Qian Feng hated it Frowning, he raised his hand and splashed the wine in his hand onto the ground behind him.

Sikong Changjue didn't care too much, he just stood up and cupped his hands at Qirong, "King Huagu, you see that this person is here too, let's start now!"

"En." Qi Rong nodded, waved her wide sleeves, and said lightly: "Start!"

The sound was carried far away by the internal force, and the people below immediately boiled up, each of them gearing up and eager to try.

Qian Feng watched the people below doing various movements on horseback with great interest, and at the same time listened to Qi Lan's detailed explanation in his ear. Later, Qin Yao was defeated, and the old lord, Qi Lan's father, committed suicide. Qi Rong inherited the position of lord and led Qin Yao to submit to Saimu, and was named King of Flower Valley.The Royal Horse Conference has also changed from a folk entertainment project to the best way for Qin Yao to select warriors and war horses. No matter men or women, as long as they achieve outstanding results in the Royal Horse Conference, they will be entrusted with important tasks.

Qian Feng noticed that when Qi Lan said about his father's suicide, his expression was very calm, without any trace of sadness, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart: there must have been many things that happened after Mrs. Jiang's death, so that he became his current temperament.

These days, Qian Feng has been worried, fearing that Qi Lan will suddenly attack Qi Rong to avenge Qi Rong. He can vaguely guess who did the cemetery, but there is no evidence, so he can't tell Qi Lanming. Fortunately, Qi Lan seems to be She really gave up on revenge, and these days she only focused on being with him, and never even went out.

The competition below is still going on in full swing. Seeing the intense part, Sikong Changjue couldn't help but stand up from the front of the case, and looked at Qirong with cupped hands: "King Huagu, can you let Xiao Wang go down and have a try?"

Qi Rong was a little hesitant: "My lord, your body is Jin'an, in case you get hurt..."

Sikong Changjue's face turned cold, "Huagu Wang is questioning Xiao Wang's ability?"

"Don't dare, this king is just..."

Sikong Changjue interrupted her: "Okay, I just haven't ridden a horse for a long time. Seeing so many good horses is just itchy for a while. King Huagu put your heart down. I'll go down and try it out for a couple of laps and then I'll be back!"

After speaking, without waiting for Qi Rong's rebuttal, he got up and walked down the high platform. Qian Feng noticed that before leaving, he turned his head and glanced at Qi Lan. It was unaware of his gaze.

Qian Feng looked thoughtfully at Sikong Changjue, who was jumping and jumping on horseback. His behavior today seemed a little abnormal.Suddenly there was a stringless piano in front of him in a trance, Qian Feng came back to his senses and raised his hand to caress the body of the piano, a sense of intimacy emerged from the bottom of his heart.

"How about you and I playing together?"

Hearing Qi Lan's words, Qian Feng turned to look at him, only to realize that he was holding a green jade flute in his hand, Qian Feng glanced at him with interest, "I never thought you could play the flute."

Qi Lan leaned close to his ear and blew softly, and said softly, "There are so many people who know how to be a husband! It's still waiting for you to discover it with your heart, my lady!"

Qian Feng blushed instantly, turned her head and scolded softly: "Get out!"

"Haha... let's stop making trouble." Qilan put away his smile, looked down, his eyes gradually cooled down, and he tapped the jade flute on his palm, and continued: "Let's play Qiheng!"

Qian Feng frowned: "Didn't you say that that piece of music can only be played for you alone?"

"Tomorrow we are leaving. I want the whole Qinyao to hear the song you and I played together. It can be regarded as the end of me and Qinyao!"

"OK then!"

Qian Feng raised his hand to brush against Siyue, and seven transparent strings appeared on the body of the piano out of thin air. He touched the strings a few times with his fingers, and a heart-pounding pain came from his finger bones. , there was a cracking sound, and the back of the hand was immediately covered by a big hand, and Qi Lan's gentle voice sounded in his ears: "But the fingers hurt again, why don't we stop playing!"

Qian Feng smiled and shook his head, "I'm fine, I just wasn't ready just now."

Qi Lan held his hand tightly, and said in a deep voice after a while: "Qian Feng, I promise, this is the last time to make you hurt."

Qian Feng laughed and said, "Pfft, why don't you be so serious when you say such things!"

"It's rare for a husband to be serious, so let's save some face, my lady!" Before Qian Feng could get angry, Qi Lan quickly let go of his hand, and said with a smile: "It's important to do business, we'd better keep these flirting things in the boudoir. Have fun!"

The hand was released, and the temperature of the fingertips gradually cooled. Qian Feng looked at the back of the hand in a sense of loss, and then gathered his mind and put all his thoughts on the strings. After the fingers adapted to the initial pain, the movements of the hands Gradually, it became smoother, and each note danced at the fingertips, and was transmitted to the audience by internal force, attracting many people to look back.