Chapter 482 (1/2)

March 3, the weather is new, Chang'an waterfront more beautiful.

Fu Rong has never been to Chang'an, but today, there are so many tourists on the DINGHE river. The girls are wearing colorful gauze skirts and walking together. The clear and pleasant sounds and laughs of Oriole Birds come and go one after another, which is similar to the scene of late spring depicted in this poem.

She likes to be lively. She holds her younger brother and opens the curtain to watch. However, Xu Jin obviously does not want to mix with these people. She sits upright on his horse and signals the coachman to go to a boat on the far bank.

”I want to ride a horse.” Guan Ge'er looked at his brother-in-law on the horse with envy.

Fu Rong pinched his little fat hand and said in a soft voice, ”when you are a few years old, you can ride a horse.”

Guan Ge'er tooted his mouth and looked up to the kite in the sky: ”then I will fly a kite.”

This time Fu Rong happily responded: ”OK, let your six elder sisters accompany you to put.”

Guan Ge'er grinned and looked back at Fu Xuan, who was sitting on the other side, as if to prove that six sisters would really play with him.

Fu xuanchao's younger brother laughed.

After another cup of tea, the carriage stopped steadily by the river. Sister Fu Rong got off the car one after another. In the carriage behind her, Mei Xiang's servant girls orderly carried the luggage brought out by the masters to the boat.

Xu Jin asked Fu Rong, ”would you like to sit in the boat first or go there for a walk?”

In the distance, I don't know who's playing in the grass. Fu Rong was a little envious, but she didn't want to ride a horse at all. When she was a child, she watched her father teach her brother to ride a horse. Her father took her up and personally led her horse rope. At first, Fu Rong felt quite strange, but after getting off the horse, she felt a dull pain in her inner thigh, and she never thought about riding again.

”Let's fly a kite first. I've been in a carriage all the way. Now I want to walk standing.” Fu Rong smiles and tells Lan Xiang to take Guan Ge'er's kite. She is a princess, not easy to play this, sister does not like to play, she only prepared a black hawk kite for the official brother.

Lan Xiang immediately took the kite and Fu Rong handed it to Fu Xuan with a smile: ”Xuanxuan still remember how to fly it?”