Zhao Yuner was afraid that the donkey cart would be too bumpy, and told Xiao Mao, "Don't worry, Xiao Mao, let's take it slowly!"

However, Xiao Mao seemed to be unable to understand Zhao Yun'er's words, running very hard, but showing his own uniqueness in front of the emperor.

If Zhao Yuner knew Xiao Mao's psychology, he would probably be half to death by Xiao Mao.

Zhao Yun'er's donkey cart does not have soft cushions, so sitting on a hard cart, her buttocks are bumped up and hurt by the bumps.

Zhao Yuner herself was a little unbearable, let alone a pampered emperor.

He must have not suffered such treatment in so many years.

Somewhat embarrassingly looked at the emperor, and said to the emperor, "Young Master Huang...I wonder if you are too uncomfortable? Should I get off first and wait for your carriage behind?"

The emperor's brows frowned slightly, and his **** was indeed a bit uncomfortable, but if he were to come down, wouldn't it be too shameful?

Zhao Yun'er, a woman can withstand such bumps, he is a big man, he can't be too squeamish.

So Zhao Yuner came back and said, "No, Miss Yuner, I'll take your donkey cart, it's actually pretty good!"

Without the carriage, he can just enjoy the scenery of the fields.

The morning breeze blew on his face, very comfortable, and there was a hint of earth and the fragrance of grass in the breeze.

He hadn't paid attention before, but now suddenly realized that this feeling and the scenery are quite good.

Think about the palace, the high-walled pavilion, where is the country comfortable and comfortable...

If it weren't for his own identity, and the responsibilities and ambitions he was carrying, he felt that a flat life would be good.

Marry a wife who is as virtuous and sensible as Zhao Yuner, and the life of the family is estimated to be able to live peacefully and beautifully.

It is a pity that these are just my own ideas and cannot be realized.

Zhao Yun'er responded with an anguish, looking at the emperor's eyes, there was still some worry.

I'm afraid that after arriving at the county's Chengfu, the emperor's **** has already bloomed.

The two chatted casually on the road, and the emperor felt very curious about everything about Zhao Yuner.

Asked some questions with a hint of inquiry.

The more I get to know Zhao Yun'er, the more I feel that this woman is not simple, not like a normal countrywoman at all.

If it hadn't been in the village, it would have been a little suspicious of Zhao Yuner's identity.

After traveling all the way, I finally reached the county's Chengfu.

The emperor was about to get off Zhao Yuner's donkey cart, but sadly found that his **** seemed to be a little immobile.

When it moves, it hurts badly.

"Young Master Huang, what's the matter with you?" Zhao Yuner asked worriedly.

The emperor looked at Zhao Yuner awkwardly, what can he say?

Can't tell Zhao Yun'er that his **** hurts?

His face couldn't help but reddened. He had never done such a shameful and shameful thing for so many years.

If this is spread out and known by others, what is his face?

Zhao Yuner saw that the emperor's expression was not right, so she almost guessed it.

"Young Master Huang, should I help you for a while, or sit and rest for a while?"

"I... I'll take a break!"

"Okay, then I'll wait with you outside! Let's go in together later!" Zhao Yuner continued to ride back in the donkey cart.

The emperor hurriedly said to Zhao Yun'er, "Miss Yun'er, it's okay, you can go in first, I can just wait outside alone!"

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