The Group Pet Sister Became the Petite Bag of the Powerful Minister

In an instant, there was complete silence all around.

The astonishment on the faces of the girls hadn't faded away before it turned into horror.

Duan Ziqi, "..."

It almost exploded on the spot out of breath!

He finally knew that Song Zhao was here to tear down his place.

Song Yao also looked at Duan Ziqi with an uneasy expression. She took a deep breath and asked her sister curiously, "Zhao Zhao, how do you know this is to commemorate your deceased wife?"

She knew that her younger sister didn't like reading since she was a child, and she didn't read a few of the Four Books and Five Classics.

This Yonghuai Fu is obviously only known to those who are familiar with poetry and books.

Song Zhao opened his big innocent eyes, "I heard my master read it when I was in school, and thought it was very good, so I wrote it down."

Duan Ziqi forced a smile and said, "When I read this poem, I only felt that the poems are superb, but I didn't know there was such an allusion."

Song Zhao showed a surprised expression, "Learning poetry naturally requires a thorough understanding of all aspects. You are a Jinshi, and you don't even check the allusions when you read poetry?"

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

But Song Zhao is a well-known idiot, and even she knows the allusions, but Duan Ziqi, who is a Jinshi, doesn't know.

Inexplicably, it gives people a feeling that his Jinshi may not be bought.

Duan Ziqi, "..."

Cold sweat broke out on the back.

Second Miss Song's mouth is too poisonous, a few words will kill him.

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

"Second Miss Song is really good at joking!" Mrs. Duan hurried over, with a face that was about to be ferocious, and said like a peacemaker, "Ziqi was so happy to see Yaoyao that he lost his head. Ah, it's all the fault of youth and frivolity."

Song Yao said lightly, "No matter how dizzy you are, you should know that Mr. Duan and I are not married, and it is really inappropriate to read this kind of poem for my wife."

Mrs. Duan was annoyed, but she was powerless to refute.

On this point, the Duan family really broke the rules.

It's just that Song Yao is about to marry, but doesn't know how to protect her husband's family, it's really hateful.

Mrs. Duan thought that after Song Yao got married, she must take a good breath of anger.

Duan Ziqi said awkwardly, "I'm ashamed, I'm ashamed. I must be more careful when I study in the future. I offended Miss Song. It's all my fault. I hope everyone will forgive me."

Madam Duan suppressed her anger and said with a forced smile, "It's all a trivial matter. We will be going to the equestrian event soon, so don't affect everyone's good mood."

Duan Ziqi stretched out his sleeves and clasped his fists, and said sincerely, "The horse race is about to start, and I will definitely try my best to show off my equestrian skills in order to make amends to Miss Song."

He apologized so earnestly, if Song Yao still cared about it, it would be the Song family's fault.

It's just that after this incident, the eagerness in the eyes of the girls who originally thought Duan Ziqi was very talented has faded a lot.

Song Zhao rubbed his chin, and said carelessly, "In the past, the horse races were all show horsemanship. I think it's very boring. Why don't we have a horse race this time."

Everyone was aroused and started whispering to each other.

Duan Ziqi urgently needs to show his personal charm to bring back his lost decency, so he immediately went down the slope, "The second girl Song is right, so let's have a horse race, whoever finishes the lap first will be the winner."

The news here spread, and soon three young people from aristocratic families with similar family backgrounds to the Duan family came to participate in the competition.

Others with lower backgrounds tacitly waited for the next round.

Song Zhao casually picked up a black loop, and ran to invite Si Yu, "Si Yu, we are short of one person this round, so you can come and play with us."

In this kind of Marseille, only those with similar family backgrounds can be in the same round, so as not to offend others.

Si Yu's identity doesn't need to be considered too much, no one has any objections to asking him to fill in a position.

Si Yuhao glanced at Song Zhao's worn loops in his spare time, and said coldly, "I want the pink one."

Song Zhao, "..."

Little perverts like pink?

What's wrong!

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

"He's a piece of trash, can he ride a horse?" Duan Ziqi glanced at Si Yu with contempt in his eyes, "Horse racing is no joke, if you break an arm or leg during the process, don't blame us."

Si Yu put on the pink bracelet with a blank expression, revealing a forearm with a sense of strength.

He moved his wrist and looked up at Duan Ziqi.