Being a Lady of an Influential Family: 125, royal gossip (two more)

"Next year, Naga, are you going?" Long Yue, who was sitting on the side, suddenly asked. The others quieted down immediately, and all looked at Fu Fengcheng. Naturally, they have all received news from their homes long ago, and there must be a place for them to visit Naga next year. But I didn't expect that Long Yue would actually ask Fu Fengcheng.

Xiao Yiran frowned, feeling that Long Yue was a bit too much.

It was okay to fight against Fu Fengcheng in the past, but now he is still targeting Fu Fengcheng everywhere, and he is also poking people's wounds,

"Dragon..." Before Xiao Yiran finished speaking, he was interrupted by Fu Fengcheng, who said lightly, "Go."

Long Yue nodded, and said nothing more and sat back to his original sitting position, leaning against the back of the chair a little lazily. As if he really just wanted to ask Fu Fengcheng this sentence, without any other meaning, since he got the answer, he naturally stopped saying anything.

Xiao Yiran was a little surprised, "Fu Fengcheng, are you going to Naga?"

Zhang Jingzhi said with a smile, "I heard that Chief Lu and Prince Mu visited Dujun Fu before returning to Beijing two days ago. They should be talking about this, right? I remember that Brother Fengcheng graduated from the Royal Academy of Sedes. , the second prince of Naga also graduated there."

Xiao Yiran rolled her eyes, "I also graduated there, and I have been classmates with Carlos for a few more years."

He is different from Fu Fengcheng, who went abroad since he was a child. He went directly to the university. Although the age of entry is much younger than ordinary people, after all, the elite education of the royal family is still somewhat useful. But he entered school at the age of fifteen, and Fu Fengcheng graduated after finishing the first grade.

The most depressing thing is that Fu Fengcheng returned to China for a master's degree at the age of sixteen, and he returned to China for a bachelor's degree at the age of twenty.

Sure enough, it's a waste of money to be thrown away, and people to die than people.

"Hey, so the third prince and Carlos are real classmates. The two are about the same age, so they should be familiar with each other, right?" Shen Sinian was a little curious.

Xiao Yiran said angrily: "I'm not familiar with that guy, and in our class... if we take a serious look at it, we can have seven or eight princes, isn't it uncommon at all?"

That is to say, the Anxia royal family is not very keen to have children now, but there are still many royal families in this world who are still keen to have children. For example, Carlos' father, in addition to Carlos, the second prince, has seventeen or eighteen sons. It is said that the youngest of them has not been breast-feeding.

"..." Everyone felt that they really shouldn't expect Xiao Yiran to know anything useful.

Zhang Jingzhi looked at Fu Fengcheng, "Brother Fengcheng, what kind of person is Carlos?"

Fu Fengcheng squinted slightly and thought for a moment before speaking, "If he succeeds smoothly, he may be the most outstanding king of Naga in the last five hundred years."

"So powerful?" Others couldn't help being shocked, and this evaluation was really too high.

"What if?" On the other hand, Zhang Jingzhi had some special opinions. "Brother Fengcheng is not optimistic that he will succeed him smoothly?"

Fu Fengcheng glanced at him, "The current Queen Naga is the cousin of King Arsinoh II, and has given birth to three princes and two princesses for the king. As far as I know, Arsinore loves this queen very much. Carlos' mother died of miscarriage because of Arsino II's insistence on taking his cousin as his concubine."

"Tsk." Xiao Yiran couldn't help but sighed, "You and Carlos haven't met a few times, yet you know so much?"

As for the grievances and grievances between the two queens before and after King Arcinno, Xiao Yiran, who is in the royal family, has long been surprised by it. Where can there be any emotion?

Long Yue frowned, "If that's the case, why did Arcinno make Carlos the crown prince?"

Zhang Jingzhi said with a smile, "I know a little about this, Carlos' mother family is also a very powerful family in Naga, and they have been seeking to make Carlos the crown prince over the years. There is no news about Arcinno. This time Carlos's credit... It is not an exaggeration to say that he saved the country from the danger of subjugation. For such a great contribution, what else can be commended except the crown prince? No matter how much you favor the new queen, you must also take into account the ideas of the subjects. Besides, the eldest son of the new queen is only fifteen years old this year, and it will take a few years to compete with Carlos.”

Shen Sinian looked at a few people, "So, do you really want Carlos to inherit the throne?"

Zhang Jingzhi smiled and didn't answer this question, and the others naturally didn't answer his wishes. Shen Sinian, who was left out in the cold, had to silently look up at the sky and roll his eyes.

Xiao Yiran patted him on the shoulder to comfort him, "Cheer up, I've been used to it in Beijing over the years."

"..." You just get used to it, thank you.

In the stable on the other side, the three of Leng Sa were watching the horses in the stable carefully choosing.

Yongcheng is the capital of the six southern provinces. There are countless powerful and rich people gathered here, and the horses in the horse farm are naturally selected from thousands of good horses.

But even so, in Song Lang's eyes, he still felt that it was very ordinary, far less good than the horses they raised at home.

"This one looks good and has a docile temperament. Why don't you try it, young lady?" Song Lang pointed at a docile white horse.

Leng Sa reached out and touched the horse, and it really was a good and docile horse.

Xiao Nanjia stood aside and looked at it, and suddenly said, "I also think this horse is not bad, why don't you give it to me, young lady?"

Song Lang glanced at Xiao Nanjia, "Isn't the princess already there?"

Xiao Nanjia didn't care, "I didn't ride that well just now, and I was about to change it. I like this horse, and Shao Song doesn't think this horse is very similar to my clothes today. Are you okay?"

Song Lang glanced disapprovingly at Xiao Nanjia, who was wearing a white coat. The most important thing is the horse's well-being, and it doesn't matter whether the clothes are good or not. What's more... white clothes and white horses, who knows whether to look at you or the horse?

Leng Sa said with a smile, "Let the princess like it, I'll pick another one."

Seeing Leng Sa's bland appearance, neither shocked nor angry, Xiao Nanjia felt even more suffocated, just as she was about to speak, Leng Sa had already walked past her and walked directly to a black horse, " Song Shao, what do you think of this horse?"

Song Lang's eyes lit up. The horse was plump and graceful, with strong muscles and slender limbs. At first glance, it was a good horse. But... "This horse seems to have a strong temper. Why don't you think about other things, young lady?"

Leng Sa stretched out his hand and touched the horse. The horse is not as obedient as the white horse just now. Although it doesn't kick up and kick people, it is also a little irritable and walks around in place, obviously trying to avoid the cold. Sa's hand.

Smiles coldly, "No need, that's all. As soon as I saw it, I thought it was very attractive to me."

Seeing that she insisted that Song Lang didn't say much, she nodded and said, "The young lady is more careful. If the young lady is free to go to the northwest, I will give the young lady a good horse."

Leng Sa said with a smile, "Song Shao said so, then I have to go to the Northwest anyway, or it's thanks to me?"

Song Lang couldn't help laughing loudly, thinking that the young lady of the Fu family was very interesting. It's not quite like a girl from Jiangnan that can be raised by water and soil, but more like a girl from the northwest.

"Young lady will love it if she goes to the Northwest."

Three of Song Lang went to choose a horse, but only Song Lang came back.

Seeing Song Lang returning slowly, Shen Sinian couldn't help but ask, "Where are Princess Chaoyang and Mrs. Fu Shao?"

Song Lang shrugged, "Mrs. Fu said that she wants to cultivate a relationship with a horse. Princess Chaoyang has chosen a new horse, so maybe...you should also cultivate a relationship, right?" Song Lang also had some meaning when he said this. He took a long look at Xiao Yiran.

Xiao Yiran immediately shouted in her heart: It's bad!

Xiao Yiran regretted that she had promised to bring Xiao Nanjia to Yongcheng. His half-sister didn't know what was going on. She usually looked very smart and would lose her head when she encountered something related to Fu Fengcheng.

If you have the ability, you will die and marry someone alive? Now that everyone is married, you are still haunted, and you have lost all face of the royal family.

The most important thing is... Xiao Yiran glanced at Zhang Jing who was sitting on the side without a trace.

The Zhang family and the royal family intend to marry, but Zhang Jingzhi obviously has no interest in Xiao Nanjia.

That's it, Xiao Nanjia is still acting as a demon. Could it be that she thought that she would not marry the son of the prime minister?

"Why don't we go and have a look? It's time to go out for a run after resting for so long." Shen Sinian said.

Others have no opinion and stand up one after another.

Just as he was about to go in the direction Song Lang pointed, he saw two horses running towards him on the racetrack not far away.

Xiao Nanjia really changed to a white horse while Leng Sa was riding a black horse.

Shen Sinian snorted, "I remember that horse, it seems that he has a bad temper." Originally, he wanted to choose that horse, but the horse was not very good-tempered. The point is, that horse's name... It's actually called Black Rose? ! He is a big man riding a black rose, right?

"Didn't you say they were going to develop a relationship with Ma'er? Why so fast?" Xiao Yiran gave Song Lang a sideways glance.

Song Lang also thinks it's fast, but he won't show it. He shrugged and said calmly, "It's so fast. It seems that Mrs. Fu Shao has a relationship with this horse."

"..." Everyone was speechless.

Zhang Jingzhi glanced at Fu Fengcheng with some worry, "Brother Fengcheng, will you be okay?"

Fu Fengcheng said lightly: "It will be fine." At least, it will not be Leng Sa.

In the racetrack, the two people who were still walking unhurriedly on their horses didn't know what to say. Xiao Nanjia suddenly started to speed up, and the white horse instantly overtook the black horse and ran forward.

Leng Sa was not in a hurry, he reached out to touch the horse and lowered his head and said a few words.

I don't know if it was her words that stimulated the horse, or if the pride of being a BMW couldn't tolerate other horses running ahead of her, the dark horse suddenly started to accelerate and chased Xiao Nanjia in front.

In an instant, Leng Sa had overtaken Xiao Nanjia and rushed to the front.

Xiao Nanjia snorted softly, and the horse accelerated again and rushed forward. The two horses were chasing me all the way in the racetrack.