As soon as Little Tiedou went out, he shouted to Er Mao at the top of his lungs: "Er Mao, come out quickly and see me riding a horse!"
Because it was not his own horse, Xiao Tiedou was embarrassed to let Er Mao ride with him, but it was always okay to have a look.
Er Mao had just returned home and had a drink of water when he heard Little Tiedou's cry and hurriedly came out to take a look.
"Wow! What a big horse!"
Ji Mingxuan's horses are naturally not bad. They are all of good breed. They look much larger than ordinary horses, have strong limbs and look very powerful.
It was Xiao Tiedou's first time riding, and he grabbed the horse's mane excitedly, but he didn't dare to exert force for fear of hurting the horse.
Er Mao is not much bigger than Little Tiedou. Even if the horse walks very slowly, Er Mao has to trot to follow.
Fu Yuan knew that this was Xiao Tiedou's good friend, so he hugged Er Mao onto the horse and held the reins himself, always keeping an eye on them not to fall off.
The laughter of the two children soon attracted many people. Seeing Fu Yuan, the sword-carrying guard, holding the horses for the two children, and even being careful to prevent them from falling, the villagers were all shocked.
If it were just Xiao Tiedou, they would still understand. After all, the noble young master lived in Xiao Tiedou's house and had to be given some benefits. But there was something wrong with the fact that even Ermao could play with him.
It's not that the noble young master has a bad temper, and the followers around him are willing to draw swords and kill people without saying a word. Why is it different from what they saw?
However, these followers all look handsome and upright, so what does your noble son look like?
Thinking of this, everyone suddenly felt itchy.
But it was just an irritation. No one dared to squat in front of Zhao Huanyu's house anymore, because the meddling ladies saw with their own eyes the bloody mark on Wan Xiaoyun's neck, which was obviously injured by a sharp knife. They were afraid of death and did not dare to provoke Gui easily.
Young Master.
Little Tiedou spent the happiest night. Fuyuan was very patient with them. He first led the horse around twice, then began to teach them the riding posture and some precautions, and finally got on the horse and ran with them.
After two laps, I went back to finish my meal.
Zhao Dafu went to Zhao Dagui's house at noon. He had never seen the scene where Fu Yuan drew his sword. His impression of Ji Mingxuan was still the image of a Qianqian son in the morning. He was very enthusiastic during dinner in the evening and kept telling Ji Mingxuan about his daughter's cooking.
If you have skills, chefs outside may not be able to match them.
Mrs. Gao originally wanted to remind her son not to play tricks on others, but Ji Mingxuan unexpectedly cooperated. No matter what Zhao Dafu said, Ji Mingxuan would respond.
That obedient and sensible look was completely different from the look he gave when he ordered Fu Yuan to do something during the day.
Gao comforted herself, maybe it was for the sake of Doctor Ding that Mr. Ji treated her family specially. This was all thanks to Doctor Ding.
Xiao Tiedou is even more different. Now he has established a deep relationship with Fu Yuan, and his affection for Ji Mingxuan has increased sharply. He calls him big brother every time he opens or closes his mouth.
What shocked Mr. Gao the most was that after dinner, little Tiedou had to do his homework, and Mr. Ji actually gave him instructions in person.
Judging from Xiao Tiedou's reaction, it seemed that Master Ji was explaining some complicated knowledge, but Master Ji could explain it clearly with simple examples. Xiao Tiedou's admiration for Master Ji was like a torrential river.
Gao felt that his world had become fantasy.
It was a little difficult for her to digest, and she originally wanted to mention something, but in the end she didn't say anything and went to bed early.
After winning the first battle, Zhao Huanyu quietly poked Ji Mingxuan's palm to signal him to keep up his efforts tomorrow.
When lying in bed at night, Zhao Huanyu still felt a little unreal, and the day just passed.
When I woke up, Ji Mingxuan was leaving in two days...
Before she could finish feeling sad, Ji Mingxuan came in through the window again. Fortunately, she lived alone now, otherwise it would have been inconvenient.
The two of them had been serious all day, and now they were finally able to be alone for a while. Zhao Huanyu threw herself into her arms without shame.
"Thanks for your hard work."
Ji Mingxuan rubbed his little head. She had been busy making food for herself all day long. It was not easy.
"It's not hard, hehe!"
Is she willing to cook delicious food for her sweetheart?
"But, my grandma's side..."
"Today I was careless and scared the old man. I won't do this again in the future. I asked Fu Yuan to put away the sword."
There was an apologetic look in Ji Mingxuan's eyes. He was used to killing decisively outside, so he really didn't consider Gao's feelings.
"It's okay, there's no need to take it away. Brother Fuyuan's mission is to protect you. You have a sensitive identity. You might be in danger at some point. Take him with you if you need to. I'll go talk to Grandma."
Zhao Huanyu is very serious. She is too young to let her family know now, but she will definitely tell her later. Moreover, Ji Mingxuan's identity will make them surrounded by dangers. If they are not mentally prepared in advance, the future will be very difficult.
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She planned to seriously discuss this issue with Mrs. Gao after Ji Mingxuan left.
Ji Mingxuan responded, Fu Yuan's identity meant that he had to carry weapons.
Even if you don't bring it in front of Mr. Gao, you still have to bring it in other places.
This is indeed a bit troublesome because we don't know when the danger will come.
He dug into his arms and put the item in Zhao Huanyu's palm.
Zhao Huanyu took a look by the candlelight, "Hey guys, it's another stack of banknotes."
"Why did you give me money again?"
Zhao Huanyu felt a little baffled. The one he gave last time had not been used yet, so he was given so much again so soon.
How much money does he have?
"In this small village, I don't need so much money, but you. You have more money to spend, so you can keep it for yourself."
Zhao Huanyu wanted to return the money to him without saying a word, but Ji Mingxuan refused to accept it and said: "Take it, this is the money Li Qingshan earned for you. Think of it as apology for what he did before."
"Um?"
Why does this have anything to do with Li Qingshan?
What did Li Qingshan do? How could he make so much money?
Without her asking, Ji Mingxuan took the initiative and said, "I'll have someone pick him up from his exile and let him make money for you."
Damn it, it's too cheap for him.
At least let his death have some meaning.
"What's the point?"
Zhao Huanyu blinked her eyes, thinking that it couldn't be like that? No way?
Ji Mingxuan saw her funny look and found it funny. He pinched her face and said, "Not suitable for children."
"I'm not a child!"
Zhao Huanyu opened his hand and confirmed her thoughts.
I really didn’t expect to hear Li Qingshan’s name again in my lifetime, and in such a way.
Suddenly I felt that the banknotes in my hand smelled better!
She carefully put away the banknotes, and just as she was about to urge Ji Mingxuan to go back to bed, she heard him ask: "Do you want to go out and play?"