My Lord, your wife is spreading rumors about you again.

Chapter 39: Super Insensitivity

"Little flower?"

Mingli looked at the black horse Zhang Zhi was sitting on. Is this a stallion? It was tall and majestic, in its prime, and could crush a person to death with one kick.

Call me Xiaohua?

Mingli sighed silently, and didn't blame him. After all, he was an impotent man, so it was understandable to give him a female-oriented name. Don't make fun of others' shortcomings. After all, they are still allies now, so they still have to do a good job on the surface.

Zhang Zhi jumped off the horse and raised his chin towards Kuang Biao: "Have you chosen a name? I'll help you get on the horse."

"It's ready, it's called Kuang Biao." Mingli smiled, "No need to help, I can do it myself."

Zhang Zhi's expression froze: "Kuang Biao."

What a tough name.

Over there, Mingli followed suit, but she stepped on the stirrup and turned over neatly. Looking down, it was a bit high, but she had ridden a giant golden python raised by her master before, and when she sat on the head of the python, it was higher than this.

Jiang Tong exclaimed: "What a talent."

Thinking back to when she was young, she learned horse riding from her father, and it took her nearly an hour just to prepare herself mentally.

"Ah——Kuang Biao——"

With a scream and a cloud of dust, Mingli was thrown to the ground. Zhang Zhi did not help him up. Who can avoid falling when learning horse riding? After falling for a while, the horse recognized its master and he learned horse riding.

He turned around and asked Jiang Tong: "Did you bring all the protective gear for her?"

Jiang Tong's pupils dilated immediately after hearing this question: "Damn it, Senior Brother. I forgot."

"What did you say?!" Zhang Zhi's heart suddenly rose to his throat, and he mounted Xiaohua and ran over: "Mingli!"

Fortunately, the fall was not severe. Before Zhang Zhi could run over, Mingli got up by himself.

She was indeed very intelligent and learned quickly, and Kuang Biao was also very docile, so he only threw her down eighteen times. On the nineteenth time, she was finally able to run around the racecourse.

For three consecutive days, Ming Li came to Feihong Horse Farm alone before dawn, resulting in Jiang Tong being disappointed every day when she went to Ming Mansion to pick her up.

Whether it is the dawn or the night, there is always a person and a horse on the racecourse.

Jiang Tong would find ways to bring her food every day. Zhang Zhi was not always there, but no matter what, he would visit her every day.

On the fourth day, Zhang Zhi arrived earlier than Mingli. There was an extra bow rack on the horse field, so he sat on the grass, holding a white handkerchief in his hand, silently wiping the bow and arrow.

He turned around when he heard the noise and said with a smile, "Are you here? We won't be riding horses today. Let's do some archery."

"Stand upright, use gentle force, and hold the arrow steady."

Zhang Zhi hugged Mingli from behind, held her hands with both hands, and applied force little by little.

Mingli didn't care, and stared at the tree trunk in front of him intently. On the other hand, Zhang Zhi was already distracted, and he pretended to be fine on the surface, but if you look closely at his ears, they were already red.

Zhang Zhi exhaled, his heartbeat getting faster and faster. Ming Li saw that he hadn't spoken for a long time, and suddenly tilted his head, "And then?"

As he tilted his head, Zhang Zhi's lips brushed against Mingli's cheek. He didn't know if he had touched it, but
He hoped he had.

Mingli glanced at him. She actually had an enviable super insensitivity. She asked, "Why are you touching my face with your mouth?"

The distance between them was almost zero.

"I forget it. You, turn around and aim at the target." Zhang Zhi's voice was hoarse.

Mingli understood: "Oh."

"Don't be afraid, don't be timid, set your target and shoot!"

With the last word "shoot", the arrow flew through the air like a thunderbolt and pierced through the entire tree trunk.

"bingo!"

Mingli laughed happily, and a thin layer of sweat broke out on Zhang Zhi's forehead. He let go of his hand and really wanted to collapse on the grass. Mingli pulled his robe and said, "Zhang Zhi, what do you think I still lack? I'll practice more."

“Strength.”

"Force?"

Zhang Zhi nodded. "Your aim is very good, but you lack strength. If you can't draw the bow to its full length, even if your aim is perfect, you won't be able to hit the target at all."

Moreover, Mingli and Zang Ying were competing in archery on horseback. When shooting arrows on horseback, a person's strength will be reduced due to the shaking of the horse.

For three days in a row, Mingli got two solid discus from somewhere and swung them day and night. She pestered Jiang Tong to arm wrestle with her every day, but she was defeated every time. In the end, Jiang Tong almost knelt down and kowtowed to Mingli, calling him grandfather.

Today, there is only one day left before the competition. She and Zhang Zhi left the stable and arrived at a grassy slope outside Beijing. They each rode two horses, one black and one white, and galloped down.

The horses stepped on the spring grass, leaving two traces, breaking the silence and awakening the spring.

Zhang Zhi was the first to draw his arrow, put the bow on, and shot it out at high speed. However, at this moment, a silver-white light quickly followed. Two arrows, one in front and one behind, the former was heading for the tree trunk, and the latter was heading for the former.

Zhang Zhi's arrow shot in steadily, and Mingli's arrow tip entered from the tail of his arrow, penetrated all the way, and broke the arrow into two pieces.

They both reined in their horses at the same time.

Zhang Zhi looked at it intently, his smile gradually deepening: "What a talent, Second Miss Ming."

"You are not bad either, Young Master Zhang."

Mingli replied with a smile.

It was not until the sky was dark that the two men dismounted, put down their bows, and lay side by side on the grass. The gentle evening breeze blew by, making people's hearts flutter.

"Are you tired these days?"

"It's okay."

Zhang Zhi folded his hands behind his head and said, "I've already made an appointment with the Lou family. I'll take you to see the show after the competition is over."

Mingli did not respond.

"Mingli?" Zhang Zhi was quite puzzled. He stood up and turned around to see that the girl had fallen asleep without him noticing.

She had something on her mind, so much so that even when she was asleep, her brows were still furrowed.

Her long, ink-like hair was scattered beneath her body, and the golden sunlight gently fell on her body, as if a layer of light was specially cast for her.

He looked at her and smiled.

He always thought Mingli was cold, but he had seen her when she was young, and she was clearly warm and bright, and she was not only talkative but also talkative. During the two days at the horse farm, he could clearly see that she smiled more and more.

She is extremely persistent and yearns for freedom.

At night, dusk had passed and the sky was dark.

When Mingli woke up, she was already in the carriage at the gate of Ming Mansion. Jiang Tong gently pushed her awake, "Mingli, we are here."

Mingli shook his body subconsciously and quickly opened his eyes. The moment he opened his eyes, all the sleepiness disappeared, leaving only alertness.

"What's wrong with you? Did I scare you?"

Mingli came back to her senses and shook her head: "No. Are we there yet?"

Jiang Tong replied, "Yes, tomorrow is the day of the competition. You should go back quickly and have a good sleep. As usual, I will pick you up."

"it is good."

Mingli responded and was about to lift the curtain to get out when he heard a noisy sound outside the carriage.

"Second Miss! Second Miss, you are finally back! Second Miss, I beg you, please save my son!"

(End of this chapter)