Hand over the rivers and mountains to please you: wrong to be the emperor's wife

Chapter 157 Falling into the arms of the prince
"Come on, let's go."

Sure enough, Xiaolan's eyes lit up, his head was raised, and his limbs started to move slowly.

Maybe it's because he got acquainted with Jiang Yuan during this period of time, and didn't reject Jiang Yuan on its back, and even walked steadily.

It's a pity that I haven't eaten these days, and I feel a little lack of energy.

Jiang Yuan rode around slowly, and when he was about to stop, Xiaolan suddenly became ruthless, raised his front hooves, let out a cry, spread his hooves, and ran wildly.

Jiang Yuan didn't have any experience, so he couldn't make Xiaolan stop, so he had to lower his body and hug the horse's neck to prevent his body from falling down.

But Xiaolan shook his body vigorously, as if he wanted to throw off the person who was strangling him.

Jiang Yuan was inadvertently thrown out by a force.

"Ah—" just made a short, almost negligible sound, and she had already stopped talking.

She has not forgotten that she cannot speak here.

She was prepared to be thrown into a daze, but she never expected that she would fall into a big embrace in the nick of time.

Slowly and slowly spinning to the ground—

Eyes met, lips parted slightly, a little unbelievable.

As soon as he landed, the man immediately put Jiang Yuan down, took two steps back slightly, and frowned a little, as if he was reluctant to hug her.

The little steward behind him hurried forward and said with a smile: "You surprised the prince, you haven't seen the prince yet."

Jiang Yuan straightened her skirt and bowed her body.

In fact, being dumb is really a convenient excuse.

It's just that I didn't expect that this turned out to be the prince.

Seeing him like this, it seems that her thanks don't need to be said.

The little steward explained from the side: "My lord, this is Xiao Hei, a servant in our station horse farm, but he is dumb and can't speak. Please forgive me, my lord."

"En." The cold voice was like hard ice, cold to the bone.

Jiang Yuan didn't raise his head, just saw the man's face in that glance, he looked good, but not as glamorous as Qi Xuanzuo.

but his eyes
Just like his voice, like the ice that cannot be melted for a thousand years.

(End of this chapter)