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Chapter 40
The half-broken brown wrinkled peach branch with a few green leaves slipped from Jimoze's fingers and fell to the ground with a few green leaves, splashing a trace of dust.

In the second round, Duanmu Yuhan won.

"May I ask the Marquis of Jinzhong, how many days will I have to wait for this invulnerable horse?"

The sun fell on Jimo Ze's black and smooth hair, and just rightly traced the shadow of a deep smile on his lips, which was mottled.

Duanmu Yuhan watched Shuiyan's eyes go away, and slowly withdrew his eyes, flitting over half of the stumped branches on the ground as if there was nothing, and finally fell on the shadow of the smile on Jimo Ze's lips, elegantly and quietly Standing against the wind, he said slowly: "Don't worry, my lord, a good horse has always recognized its master, and I'm afraid it will take a few days of training before it dares to be delivered to your residence with confidence."

"It doesn't matter, Yuhan has always known that I prefer strong horses, so I can rest assured that you choose it."

The sunlight deviated slightly from the track, that is, the shadow around Mo Ze's lips was drawn deeper, but the long hair hanging down lightly covered his eyes, and his slender hand wanted to reach out to pat Duanmu Yuhan's shoulder.

But with the sound of "pa——" when the object fell to the ground, a red brocade pouch embroidered with gold silk ruffles slipped out of Jimo Ze's slightly drooping cuff.

The red brocade bag lay peacefully on the neatly paved bluestone slabs of the palace, with a few strands of red whiskers blowing up in the wind, but a few grains of gravel scattered around.

Duanmu Yuhan's ink painting-like eyebrows frowned slightly, and his Qingdai-like eyes briefly glanced at the red brocade bag, and then put his hands behind the plain brocade suit.

No sorrow or joy.

In comparison, Jimo Ze's reaction was a bit pretentious and exaggerated.

I saw that he was so majestic as a prince, he bent down immediately, brushed his long hair like a jasper, and quickly picked up the kit from the ground and stuffed it back into the big sleeve, and then lightly pinched it Putting the orchid finger on the tip of the nose and coughing twice, said lightly:
"Look at my memory, I don't know how to carry this thing with me. When Shi Shi put it in my sleeve, I don't know the rules and tell me first."

Then Jimo Ze picked up Ling Shiyi's shoulders, and reprimanded Ling Shiyi with a look of reprimanding his own servant: "Eleven, you have become more and more unruly in recent days. It's because you think my master is old It’s starting to grow, and your eyes and ears are deaf, right?”

The voice of scolding was neither loud nor soft, but it didn't sound like the tone that should be spoken to the slaves. However, Ling Shiyi bowed his head to lead the training with a very pious expression, and it seemed that he was completely admitting his mistakes respectfully.

On the contrary, this singing and one harmony, the coordination is perfect, people can't find the slightest flaw.

Except for Ling Shiyi's legs that were numb from kneeling for a long time, shaking from time to time, there was nothing that seemed out of order.

Duanmu Yuhan's hands were clustered into balls with a little force, but there was still a thousand-year-old elegance between his brows, without any waves, he just bowed his body slightly, and replied respectfully and politely: "Mr. John still has something to do, so he will leave first."

Jimoze replied with a smile all over his face: "I'll see you off."

The steps under his feet seemed to have taken root, and he didn't move a step.

"No need. Yu Han still knows the road to the palace."

Duanmu Yuhan went all the way to the north, so elegant and dusty that he couldn't eat the fireworks in the world.

Seeing the Marquis of Jinzhong walk away, Ling Xiyi knelt down with a plop, and thanked Dade with tears: "Thank you, master, for letting the servant get up!"

"talkative."

Jimo Ze threw down two words, looked northwardly, then turned around and walked in the opposite direction with a flick of his sleeves.

The sand and gravel in the desert on the ground were blown away by the wind, and it seems that they have not stayed here.

In the third round, Jimo Ze won.

(End of this chapter)