"Hahaha" Song Shijiang Dale also said, "Let's go." He walked forward with Hua Rong, Lu Fang and Guo Sheng behind him.

Everyone walked along the official road one after another. The winter in Yanzhou was already covered with snow, covering the land with large snow. At the same time, the roofs, treetops, mountains and roads also occupied their own territory. The winter wind was also chilly and there were few pedestrians, so it was time to go fast and quickly. After a while, the big Qiao Qiao Yuping couldn't help but slow down his horse and turned his head to look at Song Shijiang and said, "Hey, that disciple... Song County Magistrate, did you write that poem?"

"Which one?" Song Shijiang pretended to be stupid. For some reason, when he saw Da Qiao, he just wanted to tease her. He was not at all like the usual majestic scribble leader Tiangangxing magistrate Shouzhang County Magistrate.

The little lady started to be held back again, with red face fluttering, and looked even more beautiful in contrast to her skin like pink and snow: "It's the sentence 'The jade screen is filled with clouds and brocade, and the shadow falls in the bright lake and is in the blue light'. It's so well written. Humph, it must not be what you wrote." She pretended to be vicious, glanced at Song Shijiang, then raised her white and tender hand and swung her whip and ran forward.

"Then have you ever heard this poem?" Song Shijiang asked in front of him with a loud smile from behind.

"Never." The nice oriole sound came from afar.

"That's it. No one wrote it, it can only be written by Song." Song Shijiang sent the voice to the front.

"If you don't believe it, you don't believe it, hehehe." The oriole's smirking voice floated back.

Song Shijiang also laughed loudly. He looked at the two red and white horses in front of him with admiration, and even the two young and energetic little ladies on the horse's back.

Suddenly, Song Shijiang saw the little red horse staggering, "Herod's" screamed and threw himself into the snow. Da Qiao was looking around, but he didn't pay attention, and flew out in a scream.

"Oh no." Song Shijiang said inwardly and rushed up immediately, Hua Rong and the others rushed forward too.

It was a sudden moment, and Da Qiao was thrown forward by the little red horse and threw him out, throwing him to the ground. His light body twisted hard, turned over in the air, and his toes fell steadily. His figure was as graceful as a terrifying geek, and his head looked beautiful. As soon as he landed, Da Qiao turned to the little red horse, "Hong'er, Hong'er, what's wrong with you?" He seemed to cry. Xiao Qiao also jumped off the back of the little white horse and helped to watch the little red horse.

The red horse struggled to stand up from the snow in a woeful manner, shaking off the messy snow. Fortunately, the right front limb was limping and refused to touch the ground.

This is when Song Shijiang and the others rushed up, jumped off their horses and surrounded them.

"Is it okay?" Song Shijiang really cared.

"I'm fine, it's Hong'er. It's just a little red horse. Somehow." Da Qiao looked at the appearance of the little red horse and stroked the little red horse and cried with pain. She whimpered, and the pear blossoms were raining. Xiao Qiao was almost crying when she saw her sister crying, and her pink face turned pale.

"Look at it." Song Shijiang had seen the little red horse have had problems twice, and he also felt strange. He walked towards the little red horse and observed it carefully. The little red horse is only four or five years old, with shiny and red hair and fiery mane. He should be well fed, and everything is very healthy and strong. Why is this?

Song Shijiang stroked the head of the little red horse and comforted it, while carefully observing the little red horse's right front limb that refused to touch the ground.

After a while, he patted the little red horse, turned around and smiled at Da Qiao, who was crying with pain and said, "General Qiao, don't cry anymore. The little red horse has nothing to do."

"How do you know? Hong'er has been like this all this time, and she was shocked as she ran. Was it sick or was he plotted against?" Da Qiao also stroked the little red horse and sobbed.

"No, don't cry or cry" Song Shijiang felt funny in his heart. He took the opportunity to have fun, "General Qiao is not beautiful when he cries."

Da Qiao glared at Song Shijiang fiercely with her big eyes that were still crying: "You are still like this. Do you know what's wrong with Hong'er?"

"I know." Song Shijiang stopped when he saw it was good.

"Then say it."

"It's your female general, you're the reason," Song Shijiang said seriously.

"My reason?" Da Qiao stopped crying, now his big eyes were filled with surprise, "Is it because I'm too heavy?"

"Haha, that's not." Song Shijiang was so funny. You were only a few pounds, your slender body, and your waist was shaking. "You didn't take good care of it."

"How could it be? My sister loves Hong'er the most. She feeds the most exquisite food and often bathes her." Xiao Qiao, who had been silent on the side, was dissatisfied. She held the little white horse and interrupted her mouth. The voice became clearer and tender, and it seemed that she was young.

Song Shijiang smiled: "You can look at the soles of the little red horse."

He smiled and looked at Qiao Xiao and said, "The horse's hooves of the little red horse have been worn off. If you think it's good, over the past few months, General Qiao has been concerned about military affairs and has been riding the little red horse around and wading around every day. The little red horse is not allowed to rest for a day. What's more, its horse's hooves are worn out every day, but they have not been cultivated. What's more, it's even more expected is that its horse's hooves have just grown a little, and they have been worn off as soon as they grow a little. The last time the little red horse's hooves have been shocked, it is actually because it has reminded the general once, but the general has not paid attention to it; this time it has shocked the hooves again, which is reminding the general again."

"Listen, the little red horse is saying, Sister, my feet hurt, my feet hurt, let me rest, let me rest." Song Shijiang stroked the little red horse and pretended that the little red horse was shouting.

This performance made Da Qiao burst into tears and laughed. He glanced at Song Shijiang with his beautiful eyes, but his long eyelashes were still stained with crystal tears. He said, "That's really my fault. I didn't take good care of Hong'er." Xiao Qiao couldn't help but laugh.

"Ride Song's horse and let Xiaohong walk slowly. Today we will find a place to rest in front of us. We will arrive after rushing for a while tomorrow." Song Shijiang said with a smile.

"What about you, Magistrate Song County?" Da Qiao was embarrassed,

"Some, I can ride with General Hua for the time being." Song Shijiang said.

"Or I and Fan'er ride the horse of Song County Magistrate, and Song County Magistrate rides my sister's Xiaobai. Xiaobai is still young and cannot ride two of them." Da Qiao made a suggestion.

"That's fine." Song Shijiang didn't care.

The two sisters Da Qiao and Xiao Qiao came to Song Shijiang's big green horse, and suddenly said, "What is this?" They asked about a shiny iron semicircular object hanging on the left and right under the saddle.

Song Shijiang smiled slightly from the side and said, "This is a good object that allows General Qiao to get on the horse without having to support Song, who can be called a stirrup."

"Really" Xiao Qiao stepped on the stirrup, exerted force on her left foot, and her light body jumped onto the horse. Huanque said, "It's really a good thing. You can get on the horse directly. County Magistrate Song, Fan'er found that you are so powerful. He knows poetry and prose, can read horses, and there will be such a good thing."

"That's it." Song Shijiang was happy. He was happy to be praised by such a beautiful little lady. Even if she was only thirteen or fourteen years old, of course it would be even better if her sister praised her. Song Shijiang decided to go further.

"General Qiao, actually, I have a way to save your little red horse in time. You can ride it when you return to Puyang." He said to Da Qiao with a smile.

"Really?" Da Qiao was going to imitate Xiao Qiao to kick the horse, but immediately stopped.

The beautiful eyes looked at Song Shijiang pitifully: "Mr. Song, do you really have a good idea? Can you tell me it will come out?"

Song Shijiang's face turned solemn, and he said, "This is a military secret. You two have to promise Song that you will never tell anyone about your father, let alone plagiarism. Because this is the life of my soldiers."

Seeing that Song Shijiang was speaking solemnly, Qiao also took it seriously. Da Qiao lowered her long neck and said softly: "I just want Xiaohong to get better soon, so I don't want to make things difficult for the magistrate of Song." After that, her eyes were covered with mist of water again, "But Xiaohong was raised by me since I was a child, and I didn't take good care of it."

OK OK OK, Song Shijiang couldn't look down on the tears of a beautiful woman the most. He said, "General, you can carefully observe Song's horse. How is it different from your little red horse?"

After hearing this, Xiao Qiao jumped down again, and Yu Daqiao fluttered with two pairs of big eyes and found that it was different. There were saddles and Hong'er; there were horse reins and Hong'er; there were bridles and Hong'er; there were stirrups, Hong'er. Could this be saved? "You are lying." Xiao Qiao pouted.

"There is another place I haven't seen before." Song Shijiang shook his head and smiled. "Where is your red one hurt?"

"Sole of feet." Da Qiao touched.

He gently stroked the big green horse and pointed to the horse's hooves and said, "The mystery is free in the horse's hooves. Someone can fight thousands of miles without hurting their feet, but it is that mysterious credit. When he arrives in Fan County, Song will give these mystery to your little red horse, and it will no longer be injured and no longer need to be cultivated."

"So magical, County Magistrate Song is so amazing!" Xiao Qiao cheered, his eyes full of admiration, "My Xiaobai wants it too. Help me Xiaobai add this mystery."

"Okay, that's natural." Song Shijiang responded naturally and said with a smile, "As long as you can keep it secret."

A day later, a group of people finally returned to Fan County.

Song Shijiang advised Lu Fang and Guo Sheng a few words. Guo Sheng left in a hurry. Lu Fang responded and led the little red horse and white horse of the second sister of the Qiao family to the guards camp. Before leaving, he said with a handsome and handsome smile: "Two female generals, you two will follow my lord Fanxian to visit. When you go back, you will return you two lively horses."

Xiao Qiao shouted crisply: "It's still this little white red."
Chapter completed!