Reborn as a Merchant Girl, the General's Beloved

Without waiting a moment, the carriage was unloaded outside and the horse was led up. Anan climbed onto the horse with great difficulty. He was frightened and broke out in a cold sweat, but he still forced himself to say goodbye to the people from the Ming family who came to see him off.

It was already late in the evening. Although there was a road through the empty forest, it was narrow and bumpy. The sky was high and the wind was strong, and no one was seen.

Anan stared at the scene in front of him infatuatedly and couldn't help but smile.

The Fourth Master and Chu Qing rode a pair of tall horses, looking heroic and dashing under the breeze and bright moon, waving the whip and riding their horses, looking so cool and unrestrained...

Looking at myself, I was trembling and terrified. Just climbing onto the horse's back had already used up all my life's knowledge, not to mention such a difficult subject as riding a horse on a rugged mountain road at night. This was not just hurrying on the road, it was simply risking my life.

Besides, the tall horse next to her is Xuanzhu.

Xuanzhu was strong and sturdy, majestic and imposing, and could leap a thousand miles. But she rode a small horse from home that was half a horse's length shorter than Xuanzhu, and was very obedient and leisurely. The horse's hooves kept ticking, but it seemed to be always marking time.

The pros and cons are already very obvious, and the mixed bag of good and bad is not tragic but rather quite funny.

"Is that whip in your hand just for decoration?" He seemed to realize it and finally couldn't help asking her.

Anan glanced at him helplessly and gave him an awkward smile: "My slow pace has nothing to do with the horse. Even if I beat it to death, it is no match for Xuanzhu."

The Fourth Master in front seemed to be paying attention to their conversation every second. Even if she just muttered this sentence softly, he could hear it clearly and burst out laughing.

He could no longer bear it, so he reached out, lifted her up and placed her directly on his horse's back, so that she sat right on his chest.

Bi'an, who was behind, stepped forward and held the pony.

Anan was surprised and delighted. After coming to his senses, he didn't bother to be polite with him and fell into his arms. What a good thing! Not only did he not have to risk his life to ride a horse by himself, but he could also take advantage of him openly.

Originally she just wanted to tease him, but his chest was broad, and the warmth and strong heartbeat that could be felt through his clothes made her heartbeat uncontrollably. It instantly began to beat rapidly, clearly echoing his heartbeat, back and forth, equally fast.

For a moment, even she blushed.

Just as she was still immersed in this close contact with sparks flying everywhere, he blew a long whistle, and Xuanzhu flew away like an arrow. For a moment, she could only see the mountain road in front of her, rising and falling rapidly in front of her. Wherever it passed, all the scenery was blurred, with only the mountain wind whistling past.

There was no time to take advantage of him, so they could only hold on to the saddle tightly with both hands, not daring to let go for a moment. This process was like a disaster, and the fear brought by the experience exceeded all human extreme amusement facilities, but these people were used to it, climbing mountains and crossing rivers, without a single pause throughout the whole process.

It was not until she felt dizzy from riding and had to stop to vomit that they had no choice but to find a relatively flat open space in the woods, make a fire and take a short rest.

Anan vomited out everything he had eaten, and then scooped up some river water to wash his face and rinse his mouth. Only then did he feel a little better. He walked over lazily and sat down against the tree.

Seeing her pale face, the Fourth Master turned to Chu Qing and said, "Go look nearby and ask a doctor to come and take a look at Miss Nan."