As the few people spoke, the incense of thread had reached the end, and the members of the Red and Blue teams walked into the field with their horses.

When they learned that today's Caitou was Master Qi Rui's new work sachet, the young men sitting on the horse were ready to win it and dedicate it to Meiren Ye.

The referee gave the order and the game began.

The previously calm field suddenly rolled in smoke and dust, and polo rolled around in the field as the teenagers chased.

People watching the football game outside the court were cheering.

Ye Ling took a few casual glances and withdrew her gaze, asking the maid of Ding Wang to ask for a purple clay teapot.

In addition to playing polo well, she is proficient in everything from piano, chess, calligraphy and painting to knitting, and her tea cooking skills are even first-class. She is bored while sitting and wants to borrow a charcoal pot to cook a pot of tea for several people.

Song Yuanbao raised his eyes inadvertently and saw that the little girl's fingers holding the pot's hand were cold, white, slender, even and slender. When she poured water into the pot, all her attention was concentrated at the mouth of the pot. Her drooping eyelashes were black and thick, and when she flashed up and down, it looked like a small feather fan, her eyes were clear and clear, as clean as a little cat.

Song Yuanbao had heard her speak before, unlike the tough daughter of the General's Mansion he was the one who was so good. Ye Ling's voice was very thin and soft, which made people itchy.

"This hand..." Song Yuanbao looked at it and blurted out without realizing it.

"Ah?" Ye Ling on the opposite side seemed to feel something, and looked up.

Song Yuanbao originally wanted to say that it looked pretty, but when he met those innocent and pure eyes, he swallowed his saliva and said, "Can you play basketball?"

When Ye Ling heard the half sentence above him, he asked her together: Can you play basketball with this hand?

The first time someone asked this, Ye Ling was stunned for a moment, subconsciously glanced at his hand, and said, "Ah."

The previous one is a question, and the latter one is an answer.

Song Yuanbao felt that this girl was purer and more obedient than she thought.

The corners of his mouth were raised up and he said, "It's pretty good."

He actually refers to her being very pure and pleasing to the eye and he likes it very much.

The girl opposite thought she was praising her skills in playing basketball, her cheeks were slightly red, and then said thank you in a low voice.

Zhao Xi looked at the two of them with a numb expression, with a vivid expression, "Who am I, I am where, who are around me?"

Song Yuanbao is a person who likes to climb along the way. The girl opposite did not refuse to talk to him, and he could immediately make up for the other party's favorable feelings for him.

"I won't," he said again.

Zhao Xi looked at him and didn't understand how Song Yuanbao spoke so righteously about the weaknesses that require courage to admit, "I can't play polo", that people would blurt out the illusion of "teach me" in the next moment.

In fact, Zhao Xi had no illusion that Song Yuanbao really said so.

He looked at the little girl opposite him who was a little confused by his enthusiasm, and wanted to call him sister, but he felt too enthusiastic and changed his words, "Can a girl teach me?"

"Ah, now, now?" The little girl was still confused.

Song Yuanbao smiled, "As long as you have time, I can do it anytime."

For the first time, I saw someone acting so shameless about picking up a conversation. Zhao Xi turned his head to the side and looked at the teenagers who were playing polo, feeling that he had never known Song Yuanbao at all.

Oh no, I never knew how shameless this guy was.

What he showed before him was probably the tip of the iceberg.

Xue Yinhuan looked at Ye Ling's soft reaction and wanted to laugh.

Although this man from the General's Mansion is the treasure of their old lady. He has been well-raised since he was a child and is even more delicate than those from the aristocratic families.

The folk customs of Da Chu are relatively open, and Ye Ling has many admirers. She has seen foreign men on the polo court. Today's one is probably the most special one ever.

If you say he is not serious, people are clearly asking for advice humbly and have not said anything too much. If you say he is serious, it seems that everything is wrong with everything.

To show politeness, Ye Ling didn't answer his words, and his voice was still soft, "I have another game later."

"Yeah." Song Yuanbao raised his eyebrows, "It's okay, you hit me, I'll watch."

Zhao Xi suddenly felt a little regretful about bringing these two fools out and embarrassingly.

The second fool who was embarrassed by him suddenly poked his arm with his elbow, "Oh..."

"Speak something about it." Zhao Xi was too lazy to look at him, and his eyes were still on the polo field.

Song Yuanbao said: "If you really compete with her later, remember to show mercy to your subordinates."

Zhao Xi finally looked at him sideways, "Who are you here to protect me?"

"Master." Song Yuanbao answered seriously.

Zhao Xi laughed, "If you count this way, I am also your master, and I am still in front of her, why don't you ask her to let me?"

“That’s different.”

“What’s different?”

Song Yuanbao didn't need to compare too much and said bluntly: "She looks better."

This means that he is not good-looking.

It's just not very obvious.

Really, seeing colors and forgetting meaning.

Oh.

Zhao Xi's 15-year good upbringing began to collapse. I gave him a word, "Get out."

While the two were whispering, Ye Ling had already cooked the tea and poured it into a white porcelain cup one by one, and brought it to them on a tray.

"Prince, please use tea."

"Your Highness, please use tea."

"Song, Song..."

Song Yuanbao looked up at the little girl standing in front of him and asked, "Why did it break when I got to me?"

The little girl didn't know why she suddenly couldn't remember what to call him, and her eyes began to be confused.

When she was confused, she was very quiet, and the word "be good" was written on her entire face.

Song Yuanbao's bones were sore. How could anyone in the world make him think he looked very much like his future wife at first sight?

From his body shape to his voice and cute reaction, it was as if God had tailored it according to his preferences.

Afraid that she would be confused all the time, he immediately began to introduce himself, "I have a nickname called Yuanbao, you can just shout it."

"Young Master Yuanbao." The little girl immediately reacted.

Master Yuanbao?

Song Yuanbao raised his eyebrows. Is this an exclusive title?

He was still distracted, and the little girl had already put the cover bowl and returned to her seat.

At this time, the first game of the teenagers on the polo field came to an end, and the Red Team won.

The young men who were temporarily leading were excited and felt that they were one step closer to the little beauty.

Song Yuanbao turned around on the round stool, turned his back to Ye Ling and Xue Yinhuan, and looked at the stadium with Zhao Xi, but said something that had nothing to do with the game, "How was my performance just now?"

Zhao Xi glanced at him indifferently without saying a word.

"Why don't you ignore people?"

Zhao Xi asked him, "Do you want to listen to the truth?"

Song Yuanbao was stunned for a moment, "Tell me a lie first."

"A little stupid."

“…What about the truth?”

"So stupid."

Song Yuanbao's mouth twitched twice, "Are you still my brother?"

"I am your master." Zhao Xi's face was as usual, calm and calm, "That day in the restaurant, your father asked me to discipline you well."

"No... I just talked to a girl, it's not that serious, right?"

Zhao Xi said: "Silly people usually say that they are not stupid."

Song Yuanbao asked him, "Are you stupid?"

Zhao Xi reacted quickly, so he naturally would not get into his trap. He sneered, "Sit aside, the second game will begin soon."

Song Yuanbao refused to listen and went back to the previous topic, "I have snatched the heirloom today. You don't need that thing, so what's wrong with losing one game to her?"

Zhao Xi said: "I haven't seen what a family heirloom looks like."

"Isn't that what you gave it to me?" Song Yuanbao felt that this man was deliberately looking for trouble, so he paused, "I made it up, is it okay?"

Zhao Xi turned his head, his eyes faintly, "According to your father's entrustment, I think it's very necessary for me to correct your lies. It's okay to ask me to let her. Tell people clearly that the jade pendant is not a heirloom, but comes from the palace."

Song Yuanbao was in a dilemma, "Aren't you let me slap myself in the face?"

Zhao Xi looked "That's your business and have nothing to do with me."

Song Yuanbao had been struggling for a long time, but still couldn't speak, "What, can we change our requirements?"

"Yes." Zhao Xi said: "I'll tell them myself."

“…”

Song Yuanbao chose the former, he turned around and looked at the little girl sitting by the brazier opposite him, opening her mouth without making any sound.

The little girl noticed his gaze and looked up and smiled sweetly, "Young Master Yuanbao, is there anything wrong?"

"It's okay." Song Yuanbao smiled, squeezed out two words from the cracks of his teeth, then turned over, took a deep breath, and expressed his deep hatred for Zhao Xi's behavior of "breaking up the couple". "Do you think you are too cruel?"

Zhao Xi smiled faintly, "You borrowed my things to offer flowers to Buddha and said that it was a family heirloom to deceive the little girl. Compared to you, my cruelty is nothing."

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Yuanbao's CP is actually a soft girl. The previous chapter is not clear enough. When I finished coding today, I will go back and change it so that my relatives will preconceive the idea and mistakenly think it is a female Chinese paper^_^
Chapter completed!