Qin Shi: Sword Asks the Bright Moon

Chapter 219 Yang Ming's Riding Skills

Yang Ming's doubts didn't last long. The moment he saw the 'Starred Salamander', he realized what happened in Oasis Palace.

The Disguise Technique, which is used by snare killers such as the startled salamander, Yuanli, and even Liwu, is a completely modified technique that even acquaintances will not recognize when they see it, but it is used on Zhao Ji?
That's a completely different situation. No matter who Zhao Ji is in disguise, she is still Zhao Ji, and she can't change the charming and lazy temperament on her body.

"Hey, what are you looking at?" Zhao Ji slapped Yang Ming's shoulder with a startled face and asked playfully.

When she said this, she exposed even the inside of herself.

"Naturally, I want to see the beauties." Yang Ming said with a smile.

I have to say that the 'Shocked Salamander' in front of me really has a different taste.

"Little slicker, I thought I could fool you." Hearing Yang Ming's teasing, Zhao Ji couldn't hear it, she had already been spotted.

However, Zhao Ji was not disappointed because of this. If Yang Ming didn't recognize her, she might still be angry, but now?uh-huh!Isn't it a matter of course to be recognized by him?

"What are you trying to lie to me?" Yang Mingming asked knowingly.

"What do you think?" Zhao Ji asked back, walking towards Yang Ming, looking at the mount behind Yang Ming, and said: "Thinking about it carefully, I haven't ridden a horse for a long time, and my riding skills must be much rusty now." .”

"Nonsense, the Empress Dowager's riding skills are obviously very good. No one knows this matter better than me." Yang Ming categorically denied Zhao Ji's hesitation.

"It's really impossible..." Zhao Ji still wanted to explain something, but when she noticed the playfulness in Yang Ming's eyes, she immediately realized that this riding skill was not the same as the other riding skill, thanks to Zhao Ji's boldness, at this time I couldn't help but blush on my cheeks.

"Let's go." Before Zhao Ji could react, Yang Ming had already grabbed her waist and jumped onto the horse's back.

With Zhao Ji's exclamation, Yang Ming landed on the horse's back steadily, and hugged Zhao Ji in front of him.

Zhao Ji's figure is considered tall among women. However, as she grows up, Yang Ming's height will surpass that of ordinary people. Therefore, even with Zhao Ji's figure, she is still fully embraced by Yang Ming. , looking from the rear, one can only vaguely see a second person on horseback.

"How old are you, can't you be more prudent?" Zhao Ji said with lingering fear, clutching her chest.

"Am I unstable?"

In Zhao Ji's exclamation, the war horse rushed out like an arrow from the string, and Zhao Ji's red lips, which were opened in panic, quickly closed again. The wind was really strong.

Soon, Zhao Ji's panic turned into surprise. Yang Ming's mount was obtained from Touman, the prince of the wolf clan. The mount is a one-in-a-million existence, with its great power, fast speed, and good appearance, it is the top-level existence.

Therefore, even if there are two people bent over at this time, its speed is still extremely fast.

Zhao Ji's phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, and she felt that the scenery on both sides of the road flashed by in front of her eyes, which actually had a different kind of excitement.

"It seems very fun." Zhao Ji turned her head to the side and buried her head in Yang Ming's arms, suppressing her excitement.

"There are more interesting things, do you want to try the Queen Mother?" Yang Ming lowered his head and said.

"Of course I have to give it a try." Zhao Ji said eagerly.

"The queen mother might as well try to stand up." Yang Ming bewitched.

"Stand up? This is on horseback, can you stand up?" Zhao Ji hesitated.

"Of course I can. I will hug the Queen Mother's legs. You don't have to worry about it." Yang Ming said.

"Then you have to hold on tightly." Zhao Ji snorted, and tried to curl her legs up on the horse's back, while Yang Ming firmly fixed Zhao Ji's waist with one arm.

Zhao Ji supported the neck of the horse, and with the help of Yang Mingtuo's palms under her waist and hips, she stood up unsteadily from the horse's back. Zhao Ji's face made her feel a little pain, but also an inexplicable pleasure.

Yang Ming looked up, and saw Zhao Ji's long, crow-colored hair fluttering in the wind. Although it was frenzied, it also had a wanton sense of beauty. At this moment, Yang Ming understood the beauty of her beautiful palace dress. One thing: the so-called Xian'e Feitian is probably what Zhao Ji looks like at this time.

Zhao Ji discovered that standing on horseback turned out to be such an interesting thing, the howling wind, the scenery passing by at extreme speed, the feeling as if she was about to fly...

Zhao Ji only felt her heart beating violently, and the things that she had fantasized about in her prime seemed to have become reality at this moment.

"Ah!" Suddenly, Zhao Ji yelled loudly, regardless of the wind that hit her face and made her skin hurt.

But then she was blown away, and her cheeks couldn't help puffing up.

After knowing for a long time, Zhao Ji, who was exhausted, sat back on the horse again. However, before, her back was facing Yang Ming, but now she was facing Yang Ming.

"Is it fun?" Yang Ming looked at Zhao Ji, who had messy long hair but flushed face.

What answered Yang Ming was not Zhao Ji's words, but Zhao Ji's actions. Zhao Ji hugged Yang Ming's waist tightly with both hands, and she had already straightened her waist, sending her a little dryness due to the strong wind. red lips.

When the Queen Mother offered a kiss, Yang Ming naturally accepted it calmly.

Gradually, Zhao Ji felt something strange: "You?"

"Can it work?" Yang Ming bowed his head and pressed close to Zhao Ji's ear.

"Do you want it?" Zhao Ji asked back.

This time Yang Ming also did not answer Zhao Ji with words, but with his own actions. The wide hem of the palace skirt was lifted up and turned into a world, covering all the scenery.

During a while of groping, Zhao Ji let out a long sigh. Zhao Ji looked at Yang Ming who was lying in front of her, and her eyes showed deep love.

But soon she couldn't care less about thinking so much. Although the jolting on the horse's back was an annoying thing, it could also become a very interesting thing sometimes.

When Yang Ming brought Zhao Ji back to Xianyang, the sky was completely dark.

"Can you come down by yourself?" Yang Ming, who jumped off his mount, asked Zhao Ji in front of the side door of the Yang Mansion.

"The legs are a little soft." Zhao Ji said tremblingly.

Sometimes stimulation is a good thing, but what if it's too much stimulation?That would be even better, but the price is a bit high, just like Zhao Ji whose legs are weak now.

"Then come." Yang Ming opened his arms and said.

"You've got to catch it." Zhao Ji said, mustering up the last bit of strength, and jumped off the horse. Fortunately, a pair of favorable arms caught her firmly.

"Hold me in, I don't want to walk anymore." Zhao Ji rested her chin on Yang Ming's shoulder, and said with a sigh.

"Observe the order." As a courtier, Yang Ming naturally had to do his best.

Hu Ji, who came here after hearing the sound, looked at the 'Shocked Salamander' who was carried into the yard by Yang Ming in astonishment. Although that face was not unfamiliar, she always felt that there was something wrong with it.

"Master, you're back, and there's Sister Shocked Salamander." Hu Ji stepped forward and said.

"It turns out that you are that little Hu girl, not bad." Zhao Ji, who was still in Yang Ming's arms as if there was no one else around, looked at Hu Ji and said critically.

What is it that you are that little beard girl? Is this the first time we have met?Hu Ji fought back a little in her heart, but a flash of light suddenly flashed in her mind: Could it be sister Jingxi, then who is she?
"It's not just good, it's very good." Yang Ming corrected.

Hu Ji's sweet smile responded to Yang Ming.

With a caring little slave girl at home, Yang Ming naturally didn't have to worry about anything. After dinner, Zhao Ji, who had returned to her original appearance, couldn't stay idle and insisted on dragging Yang Ming around.

"I want to take a good look at our family." Zhao Ji dragged Yang Ming and wandered around the privately empty yard.

"Our home?" Yang Ming asked back.

"What? Isn't it? Let me tell you, I gave you this place, so don't be ignorant." Zhao Ji said angrily, because Yang Ming didn't know colors.

"If that's the case, should I still leave a yard for the Queen Mother?" Yang Ming asked back.

"It's not should, but must." Zhao Ji said seriously.

"Follow me." Yang Ming pulled Zhao Ji over and walked towards the square in the courtyard.

As the door opened, Zhao Ji saw a brand new room with new private furnishings and mainly red decoration.

"Hey, which woman is this prepared for? You really have a heart." Zhao Ji looked at the furnishings in the room. Isn't the exquisite bed, wardrobe, dressing table and other furnishings a woman's boudoir?

"What, is it delicious?" Yang Ming asked Zhao Ji as he walked towards the dressing table.

"Did you say it? Come on, who is this place for? Don't say it's the startled salamander. I know that the startled salamander doesn't like such gorgeous things." Zhao Ji glared at Yang Ming to show that she was very fierce. Fierce, you'd better not lie to me.

"You will know the answer when you look forward." Yang Ming told Zhao Ji to sit down.

Zhao Ji looked forward subconsciously upon hearing this.

In Zhao Ji's line of sight, in the extremely finely polished bronze mirror, there is a charming and sullen pretty face reflected, and the phoenix eyes are slightly squinted on that pretty face, which is quite evil.

Seeing the reflection in the bronze mirror, Zhao Ji was slightly taken aback, and then she suddenly realized that her slightly squinted phoenix eyes widened uncontrollably: Isn't that herself?

"Does the queen mother know the answer?" Yang Ming leaned down and pressed his chin on Zhao Ji's shoulder.

"You..." Zhao Ji subconsciously turned her face to the side, and all the words were blocked in her mouth. In the reflection of the bronze mirror, she could clearly see a figure folded upside down on the dressing table.

(End of this chapter)