A few days ago.

Within the Dali Dynasty, on a spacious official road.

There was a group of cavalry galloping along the official road at high speed.

It was the morning, the sky was clear and the autumn sun was shining brightly.

From a distance, this group of cavalry has about thirty people. If you take a closer look, you can't help but be stunned.

This is because the beast everyone is riding is blood red all over, with black pupils, like a bloody horse at the foot of the mountain, and its head is ferocious.

At this moment, these "sweat-blooded BMWs" are extremely docile for everyone to ride. The speed is more than three times that of ordinary sweat-blooded BMWs, and they are very fast.

When encountering ordinary people on the roadside, most of them would respectfully retreat to the roadside early to make way for these noble people.

Although the cavalry team was impressive, the clothes worn by the people on the cavalry team were quite novel and did not look like the official clothes worn by the powerful people at the foot of the mountain.

There was nothing about this group of cavalry that made the Dali people on the roadside look intimidated and speculate about the repeated flags.

Among the people in the cavalry, there were about twenty people. They were all young men dressed as Confucian scholars, wearing green trousers and jade similar to mutton-fat jade.

Most of the remaining ten or so people were dressed as servants.

There are beautiful maids with slender waists, old servants, and a strange man who can hold a sword in one hand even when riding a horse.

However, there is a beautiful silhouette among them, which is very eye-catching.

This is a pretty girl about sixteen or seventeen years old. She is not tall but has a slender figure.

She is indeed extremely handsome, with her silky black hair tied into a high ponytail. Today she is dressed in a masculine blue outfit.

This little girl with a very pretty face is skillfully controlling a horse, gently raising her chin, and her hair tied into a high ponytail is flying in the wind.

It attracted the side glances of many of the surrounding cavalry companions. This extremely beautiful figure was reflected in everyone's eyes.

However, she ignored the looks of people around her.

The handsome girl's peach blossom eyes were unblinking, and her attention was always focused on the back of the young Confucian scholar who was a horse's length ahead of her.

At this moment, I saw a burly man among the first few people, who was about to turn his head to say something to the young Confucian scholar.

Just the next second, his eyelids twitched, he closed his mouth tightly, and quickly looked back. When he saw that there was no sign of a serious woman, the burly man let out a long sigh of relief.

He turned around and laughed:

"Haha, Tzuyu, it's more interesting at the foot of the mountain. You can ride horses as much as you like, feel free and happy."

"Ever since Meng Xuezheng came back in our school, the students have not dared to fart all day long. They are all very well-behaved. On weekdays, they have to look behind them when they say anything. It's so damn annoying. The atmosphere is so...

It’s so depressing, I don’t know where Meng Xuezheng got so many antique rules.”

"And our Cuju team at Zhengyi Hall is also unlucky. She pulled it away, and all the hard work was in vain. This time I go to Dali. I want to play Cuju well for my brother and have a good time."

This group of people was none other than Zhao Rong and Gu Yiwu who had set out for Dali.

This place is only a hundred miles away from Xiaoyaojin where they disembarked before.

Zhao Rong, Gu Yiwu and others, with their servants and maids, were on their way to the capital of Dali on the official road in Dali.

Their luggage was all placed in the Xumiwu, so they traveled lightly.

At this time, Zhao Rong heard this, glanced at Gu Yiwu, smiled softly, and said nothing.

He touched the 'sweaty horse' underneath him.

Zhao Rong was familiar with this horse with the blood of an alien beast. Not long ago, he learned its name from Gu Yiwu. It was called Longju.

When he first came to Duyou City, the hard-working girl Lu Wan appeared in front of him driving a dragon horse and pulling a carriage.

Now Zhao Rong has also arrived, thanks to the blessing of a certain student of Zhengyi Hall behind him.

The somewhat introverted Zhengyi Hall student seemed to run a large mountain business at home. After everyone got off the ferry at Xiaoyaojin, he had already ordered his family to send more than thirty dragon colts without saying a word.

Zhao Rong smiled hoarsely. There was indeed a crouching tiger, hidden dragon in Mochi Academy.

The dragon colt is more magical than the sweat-blooded horse at the foot of the mountain. Traveling thousands of miles in a day is just a trivial matter.

Zhao Rong thought that it would only take a few days to reach the capital city of Dali.

Thinking of this, he suddenly looked back at the Li Nu in the team who came with him and could be said to have returned home.

She was taken by Gu Yiwu as a maid.

Zhao Rong turned around and looked ahead, "Brother Yiwu, you and your colleagues can make up your own mind about Cuju, as long as it doesn't delay the business."

"Of course." Gu Yiwu smiled and raised his whip.

Zhao Rong suddenly said: "There is a river ahead. Let's take a rest and ask a question by the way."

Gu Yiwu glanced at Zhao Rong, understood, and nodded.

It's time to get down to business.

"Control——!"

"Control——!"

Not long after, the cavalry team stood in front of a clear river and everyone dismounted.

As soon as Zhao Rong got off the horse, before he could stand still, a petite and slender figure came to his side.

"Brother Rong'er, don't move yet, the collar is messed up."

Zhao Qian'er called out briefly. She stood in front of Zhao Rong. With her small body, it was a little inconvenient to raise her hands.

"..." Zhao Rong.

He looked around at his classmates who were looking at him with ambiguous eyes, and shook his head helplessly.

Immediately, Zhao Rong lowered his eyes and glanced at his slightly messy collar, and then looked at the little girl Chi Chi who was close to him. The latter almost pressed into Zhao Rong's arms in order to hold his collar.

He bent over slightly, trying to lean forward so that she could hold his collar with her little hands.

But the little girl puffed her mouth.

"I'll come, I'll come, don't move." Zhao Qian'er complained softly. She leaned into Zhao Rong's arms, bumped his strong chest with her forehead, raised her two small hands, opened her palms, and pushed his chest.

.

Zhao Rong had no choice but to straighten his back again.

"Clumsy..."

Zhao Qian'er raised her head and glanced at him. She had a pair of big peach blossom eyes with light pink corners.

The little girl smiled and spat, but then she glanced down calmly...

Zhao Rong nodded, stood still and let Xiao Qian'er, who was working hard, hold his collar.

Zhao Rong ignored Li Bai, the sword-holding man with an angry look on his face and muttered, and glanced at Brother Yiwu who was waiting next to him.

The burly man was watching his sweet daily interactions with his personal maid with a slight twitch in his mouth. Behind him was the maid Yun Niang whom he bought not long ago.

The two of them waited quietly for Zhao Rong.

Suddenly, Zhao Rong felt a small hand on his body doing bad things secretly, turning into a small salty pig's trotter, groping around his abdomen...

Zhao Rong looked down and was speechless.

I saw Xiao Qian'er standing on tiptoes, gently holding his collar with her right hand, and stroking his abdominal muscles with her left hand, pretending to support her body for balance.

The little girl held her little head high at this time, her little face was full of concentration. Seeing Zhao Rong leaning over to look at her, she smiled sweetly.

Zhao Rong couldn't help but said: "Qian'er, let go."

Zhao Qian'er shook her head, tied up her high ponytail, and then bounced lightly, "No, I have to tidy up Brother Rong'er's collar."

Zhao Rong felt his abdominal muscles being tickled by her. He glanced around with a guilty conscience. Although his classmates from the Justice Hall were looking here from time to time, they didn't seem to notice the private flirtation between their uncle and the maid.

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Zhao Rong breathed a sigh of relief, but did not dare to slap it away with his hands or move back for fear of dying in the light.

So he reluctantly moved the sticker forward to cover the gap between the two of them.

Zhao Rong lowered his voice and said: "You clean it up faster, it's almost done...Pi Yatou, don't, don't touch...stop scratching!"

While Zhao Qian'er tidied his collar virtuously and considerately, she used her long hands to spread her five green fingers and explore Zhao Rong's abdominal muscles, touching them all over.

She tilted her head and smiled, revealing two small tiger teeth that looked like they could eat people.

To outsiders, she looks pretty and cute, harmless to humans and animals. She seems to be a weak little maid who works hard to please her uncle by holding his collar. She smiles softly to please her serious uncle.

But in Zhao Rong's eyes at this time, this was a cunning little goblin who looked weak but wanted to eat his uncle.

He lowered his head, leaned close to her soft little ear, and squeezed out a voice from between his teeth, "Stop, stop making trouble, there are too many people!"

This kind of flirting that doesn't listen to Zhao Rong's words and is good at making opinions is almost like a fool's errand.

He was indeed a little unhappy, and he had things to do right now, so he was not in the mood for an affair.

What, stimulation? No, only stimulation, no excitement.

But Zhao Rong didn't dare to get angry at Xiao Qian'er, and he didn't even dare to say harsh words.
To be continued...