Yang Ruoqing couldn't help but feel proud when she heard Zhang Liangyu praised Zhuiyun into a flower.
"It's called Zhuiyun. He's my good friend and he accompanied me to Beijing."
She came to Zhuiyun's side and put her arms around Zhuiyun's neck.
Zhuiyun changed his warning cold look when facing Zhang Liangyu, and now looked at Yang Ruoqing with a doting look.
When she said it was her good friend, she stretched out her tongue and licked Yang Ruoqing to show her intimacy.
"Zhuiyun? This name is so nice, elegant and domineering!"
Zhang Liangyu praised greatly, looking straight at Zhuiyun with his eyes, just like a man who had been hungry for ten days and a half and suddenly saw a piece of meat.
The tears are about to flow.
"Haha, it's interesting that you, the king of dogs, gave in so quickly? It seems like you are really a dog who knows how to advance and retreat."
Yang Ruoqing pointed at the dog king who was paralyzed on the ground and still shaking, and laughed.
Zhang Liangyu also glanced at the Dog King, with disappointment in his eyes.
"There is no harm without comparison. If you are so cowardly, you are worthy of bullying a puppy on the street!" he said.
"Madam, can I discuss something with you?"
He took a step forward and stared blankly at Yang Ruoqing and Zhuiyun who was held in Yang Ruoqing's arms.
"What's going on? Tell me," she said.
Zhang Liangyu said: "I would like to ask you to lend me Zhuiyun and let me take it with me to compete with Wan Qingchun's mastiff."
"no!"
Yang Ruoqing refused without hesitation.
"Zhuiyun is my friend. He is not for fun of young masters like you. You should give up on this!" she said.
Zhang Liangyu didn't give up and continued to beg.
"Don't dare, I definitely didn't mean that. I am a dog person and I treat dogs as friends."
"Look, last night I celebrated my birthday specifically for wealth."
"I just don't accept that tone and want to ask for help from you and Zhuiyun to defeat the mastiff and regain the situation!" Zhang Liangyu said.
"You don't know, that bastard Wang Qingchun is so arrogant. He relies on that mastiff to say that all dogs in the world are scum..."
"Ouch..."
Before Yang Ruoqing could react, Zhuiyun suddenly let out a low roar.
He stood up and locked eyes with Zhang Liangyu with deep anger. Zhang Liangyu was so frightened that he suddenly did not dare to say anything further.
The dog king couldn't help but pee all over the floor.
Zhuiyun raised his paw a little irritably and scratched the carriage pedal under him.
Yang Ruoqing was surprised when she saw this action, "Zhuiyun, you don't want to accept Mr. Zhang's invitation to fight with that mastiff, do you?"
Zhuiyun nodded.
"ah?"
Now, Yang Ruoqing was surprised.
But then, he felt relieved.
Zhuiyun is the wolf king. In his eyes, other wolves and dogs are just scum.
Now, in the capital city where it was about to arrive, there was a mastiff dog reigning supreme there, and Zhuiyun couldn't sit still.
"Haha, if you really want to give that mastiff some color, I won't stop you and will support you!" Yang Ruoqing said.
He patted Zhuiyun on the head, turned around and looked at Zhang Liangyu who was overjoyed.
"Well, I can lend Zhuiyun to you to help in the battle, but I have a request." She said.
"Just mention it!" Zhang Liangyu said, patting his chest.
Yang Ruoqing curled her lips: "First of all, Zhuiyun's appearance fee is five hundred taels of silver."
"Secondly, if you fight dogs or something, you will definitely win. If you win, you will be four and I will be six!"
"If you are willing, we will make it happen. How about it?" she asked.
Zhang Liangyu nodded again without hesitation.
"I have plenty of money, yes! But..."
"But what?"
"What if Zhuiyun loses?"
"Of course... I can't afford to lose the money, I can't afford to lose the person!" Zhang Liangyu said.
"Wan Qingchun and I have been hanging out in the capital since we were young. We fight for everything. If we lose to him, my face will be shameless!" he said.
Yang Ruoqing rolled her eyes: "With us chasing clouds and going to fight, there is nothing we can't handle. Your assumptions are groundless and do not exist!"
Zhang Liangyu opened his eyes wide: "Seriously? Are you really sure of it?"
Yang Ruoqing curled her lips: "Don't trust the people you employ, and don't trust the people you doubt. Since you came here to ask Zhuiyun to fight, you must trust it absolutely."
"If you're still here chirping, get out of here, I don't care which palace your father is a bachelor of!"
…
The matter was decided happily.
Next, Zhang Liangyu sent the so-called king dog back to the owner's home.
He let it reunite with the little girl from that family, while he himself followed Yang Ruoqing and his party to the capital.
For the rest of the journey, Zhang Liangyu took care of the accommodation and supplies for Yang Ruoqing and his party.
On the one hand, he admired Luo Fengtang and pestered him to ask about many things in the military camp.
On the other hand, he also tried his best to please Zhuiyun.
Unfortunately, Yang Ruoqing will always be the only one who buys into Zhuiyun.
Even Luo Fengtang couldn't do anything to Zhui Yun, let alone Zhang Liangyu?
But the more this happened, the more Zhang Liangyu felt that Zhuiyun was different, and the harder he knelt and licked her!
However, with the addition of Zhang Liangyu, the journey became more lively.
In the capital city, Yang Ruoqing and her party had heard a lot of gossip and gossip about the aristocratic buddies.
"By the way, Mr. Zhang, I want to ask you about someone."
Sitting on the stable carriage, Yang Ruoqing opened the curtain of the carriage and chatted with Zhang Liangyu who was riding on horseback beside the carriage.
"Who? There are almost no well-known people in the capital that I don't know," he said.
"Princess Xuewu of the Xiangyang Palace." Yang Ruoqing said.
Hearing this name, Zhang Liangyu was startled and his face changed slightly.
Yang Ruoqing saw his reaction in her eyes, raised her lips and said, "Why, you just boasted about Haikou, and now it's revealed?"
Zhang Liangyu quickly shook his head, "No, no, no, of course I know her, but I wonder why you asked about her?"
"What's wrong? Is there anything I can't ask about?" Yang Ruoqing asked.
Zhang Liangyu pulled the corner of his mouth and smiled a little weirdly: "That Princess Xuewu is rated as the most low-key princess among the aristocratic circles in the capital."
"I've seen her twice, and she looks just like that. Even if she looks weak, even a man can't stand it!" Zhang Liangyu said.
Yang Ruoqing laughed, "What about you? Do you also fall under Princess Xuewu's pomegranate skirt?"
Zhang Liangyu quickly shook his head.
"I prefer dogs to women!" he said.
Yang Ruoqing's head was covered with black lines, and even Luo Fengtang, who was sitting in front driving the car, couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth.
Here, Yang Ruoqing continued to say to Zhang Liangyu: "I went back to Prince Yun's Mansion to attend the Begonia Flower Party, and saw Princess Xuewu."
"It's really a look that makes people feel sorry for her. The old princess of Prince Xiang's Mansion looked at her and looked very fond of her," she said.
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