The eyes of the young Princess of the Western Jin Dynasty lit up. "It sounds fun!"
Zhao Kangning smiled. "Yes, flower picking is very popular in Northern Yan. If you like it, I can teach you how to play later. Then shall we compete today?"
"Okay, okay…"
Halfway through her excitement, the young Princess of the Western Jin realized that she was a little too close to Zhao Kangning. She rubbed the mane of Sihu and asked Su Xiaoxiao, "Qin Su, you can teach me. Qin Su, your qinggong is not bad, right?"
Lu Ying said with a bitter expression, "Qin Su doesn't know qinggong."
The young Princess of the Western Jin was speechless.
She scratched the Sihu guiltily like a child who had done something wrong.
"Qin Su…" She looked at Su Xiaoxiao weakly.
Zhao Kangning also looked over and smiled provocatively. "Qin Su, it's not too late for you to admit defeat now. If you go up later and fall… it will be very painful."
