Dandere General and his Lord

Although Gong Ziyu is a dawdler who is not good at writing and martial arts, and his riding skills are not very good, he will always ride a horse anyway.

As for her Cheng Qianye, if she always sits in a sedan chair, or if she can't even climb up on a horse at a critical time, she will be exposed.

Therefore, as soon as he got out of the meeting, Cheng Qianye quietly selected a few of his personal attendants, took her huáng horse, and went to an open space outside the city to practice riding.

This huáng horse is the mount left by the old Weihou of Jin, and it is a well-known horse of thousands of miles.

It has thin fish eyes, a thin brain, a long body, smooth and smooth hair, scattered with plum-like white spots, and it is very handsome.

Cheng Qianye is a modern person who knows nothing about riding.

She overlooked a key issue - the more handsome the horse is, the less suitable it is for a novice.

With the help of her entourage, she finally climbed onto the back of the tall horse, and just as she tucked her feet into the pedals, the huáng huáng dashed out.

Cheng Qianye was so frightened that he forgot all kinds of riding skills, and hugged the horse's neck tightly.

There were chaotic shouts from behind.

"Master, hold on to the reins."

"Clamp the horse's belly."

"Quick, come to the savior!"

The sound of the wind whistling in my ears, and the scene of galloping and retreating on both sides,

Cheng Qianye no longer cared about his image, and shouted: "Help!"

Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of a dark shadow flying by the roadside.

The black figure ran wildly, chasing after the galloping horse, and gradually narrowed the distance between the people and horses.

The man was so fast that he could gallop at the same speed as the horse. He stretched out a big hand, grabbed the reins of the huáng horse, tightened the reins, and slowly slowed down. At the end, he pulled back his hands, kicked his feet on the ground, and forced the fierce horse to neigh and stop.

Cheng Qianye was helped off by a strong arm, her legs were soft and her feet were soft, her heart was pounding, and it took a long time for her to calm down.

Only then did it become clear that the man who came to rescue was the slave Mo Qiaosheng.

At this moment, he was wearing a black short jacket, squatting on one knee in front of him, and staring at him with concern.

For the rest of his life after the calamity, Cheng Qianye rubbed his chest and smiled at him reluctantly.

Mo Qiaosheng folded his palms in front of his forehead and bowed to the ground.

Cheng Qianye's attendants only caught up at this moment.

They surrounded Cheng Qianye, either helping, or throwing ashes, or worrying about inquiries, all of which showed their sincere concern.

But in Cheng Qianye's eyes, most of these people have more or less iron blue rising from their bodies.

The kind of iron-blue color that Cheng Qianye was very familiar with recently, representing disappointment and contempt.

Only this one in front of him, the slave crawling in the dust, was surrounded by a soft orange-red in the clear blue glow.

Silently showing the unspoken worries and concerns of the owner of this soul.

Cheng Qianye bent down, took his hand, and helped him up.

"Thank you." She thanked her sincerely, thought for a moment, and asked, "Do you want to come to my side? Be my slave?"

She saw Mo Qiaosheng's lips parted slightly, and her eyes brightened in an instant.

There is no need for him to answer, Cheng Qianye already knows the answer.

Because she saw that the color that symbolized the strong desire was transpiring like a flame in front of her.

He likes me so much.

Cheng Qianye bid farewell to Mo Qiaosheng with a little joy.

She changed into one of the squire's thin, docile horse, and planned to go on for a few more laps.

When I go back, I'll go look for the old guy from Beiweihou, and ask him what conditions he needs to sell Mo Qiaosheng to me. she thought so.

Chapter 8

In the line of Weibeihou.

The Hou Hua Yuzhi of Weibei, Han Quanlin, the prefect of Hanzhong, and Yuan Yizhi, the king of Yunnan shared a drink at the same table.

"What does Duke Yuan think about the people of Jinyuehou?" Hua Yu said gossip.

Yuan Yizhi sneered, "Young kid, it's not worth mentioning."

Han Quanlin echoed, "Our army is very powerful at the moment, and it will definitely be able to defeat the dog and the army, and make a great achievement for us. That Duke Yue of Jin was young, but he was greedy for pleasure and timid in battle. The state of Jin has since passed away. After that, the state of Jin is afraid that there will be no one in the future."

Hua Yu raised his glass to persuade him to drink, and said with a smile: "It's not useless, I think he has a good eye for beauties, and the two pets he has around him have delicate and delicate skin, and they can almost squeeze out water, which makes me heartbroken when I see them. Envy. Haha."

"Speaking of a capable person who knows beautiful women, Duke Hua is the one who deserves it." Yuan Yizhi put his arms around the two beauties who were serving beside him, squinting the fish, and jokingly said, "He was at Duke Hua that day, the one who benefited from it. Husband, it really makes the old man still not satisfied."

Han Quanlin twirled his loose goatee: "Speaking of that day's banquet, the first slave to rush to the city wall, Mo Qiaosheng, is still fresh in my memory. It's a pity that the Duke of Jinyue took it first. It's not easy for me to fight with him, but I have been thinking about it for the past few days. I wonder if Duke Hua can come and see you today?"

Yuan Yiyi waved his hand: "Hey, Lao Han, you don't know how to look at people. That Mo Qiaosheng has a too masculine appearance, and he doesn't have a soft and beautiful appearance. And he's awkward, obviously a young child. It's not good."

Han Quanlin showed a wretched expression, and turned to Yuan Yizhi: "Yuan Gong also

When I lost sight of him, I took a closer look at Mo Qiaosheng. Although his appearance was not very beautiful, his waist was slender and his legs were slender. This kind of inexperienced chick, it's not a good taste to be trained. I heard that Young Master Yu tossed him all night, and didn't let him out until the next day when the sky was bright. "

"Oh, is that true? Then I have to ask Duke Hua to recruit the slave and let me wait for the tasting."

Hua Yuzhi laughed: "How difficult is this, I will recruit him immediately."

Mo Qiaosheng was sitting on a stone pier in the barracks. He recalled the unexpected encounter in the morning, and he felt a little flustered in his heart.

He couldn't help but took out the small porcelain bottle he had been carrying with him and rubbed it lightly in his hand.

Am I, too, worthy of this kind of happiness?

He lowered his head, looking up with terrified anticipation.

"pregnancy."

He heard Ah Feng calling him, so he raised his head.

Ah Feng walked in front of him, looked at him with a gloomy expression for a long time,

He spoke slowly: "Master and the King of Yunnan, the prefect of Hanzhong are having a banquet. I pass you on serving wine at the banquet."

With a bang, the white porcelain bottle slipped from his hand and shattered on the ground.

Ah Feng's face darkened, the muscles of his jaw moved. He still stretched out a hand and dragged the lost Mo Qiaosheng up.

"Let's go. Don't die, come back alive."

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Cheng Qianye rode around for a long time, and was finally able to touch the doorway a little. She was beaten by the horse so much that her back hurts, her legs hurt and her buttocks hurt, and there is no part of her body that doesn't hurt.

Seeing that riding a horse is so handsome on TV, it turned out to be a life of suffering.

She complained in her heart and limped back to the city on foot.

At the gate of the city, he saw Xiao Xiu, who came to greet him, and was craned his neck to look around.

As soon as Xiao Xiu saw him, he immediately showed a bright smile and ran over excitedly, handing over the towel and water, very attentive.

Cheng Qianye felt a little guilty looking at the real pink that enveloped Xiao Xiu.

Xiao Xiu is really infatuated with Young Master Yu. When will I tell him that the real Cheng Qianyu is dead.

"Xiaoxiu." Cheng Qianye looked at the handsome man in front of him, "Do you want to be in charge of something around me like Lu Yao?"

Xiao Xiu's smile froze, and he said at a loss, "My lord, don't you like Xiu'er anymore?"

Cheng Qianye sighed, although Xiao Xiu was beautiful, Cheng Qianye didn't like him very much at first.

For one thing, maybe he was too young. In addition, he did not have that kind of shocking color on him.

But these days, he has been serving Cheng Qianye every day, meticulous and diligent, always looking at Cheng Qianye with admiration and admiration.

People's hearts are full of flesh, and Cheng Qianye inevitably felt a little pity for him.

"Where, where did you think of it. Could it be that my days are not good for you?"

"My lord, these days, you have been extra gentle and treated Xiu'er better than ever." Xiao Xiu bit her lower lip, glanced at her sadly, lowered her head and twisted the corner of her clothes, "It's just that the lord has not invited Xiu'er to serve him at night recently. already."

Cheng Qianye held his forehead.

I can't do this.

A handsome young man like you is not my thing. Even if I have that heart, I can't let go of that mouth.

Besides, what you want is a man, and I am transgender.

In fact, she hopes that Xiao Xiu can slowly change her concept, become more independent, and don't just rely on coloring and relying on others to survive.