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At that moment, the horse neighed and kicked forward, facing Han Moyu's chest, saying that it was too late, Han Moyu felt that he had been knocked away, and suddenly saw a blue light figure on the horse's back leaning down, Han Moyu didn't react, he found himself sitting firmly on the horse's back, and tightly hugged the horseman's slender waist. At this time, Han Moyu's chest was throbbing more and more, and he grabbed the ribbon around the man's waist tightly and trembled and didn't dare to let go.

"Are you okay?" Han Moyu's heartbeat had just calmed down, but when he suddenly heard the man ask, he was shocked that his heartbeat was half a minute faster. The man leaned slightly and turned his head to ask Han Moyu. The voice was familiarly tight.

Han Moyu met the man's eyes, and lost his mind for a moment, yes, that person was the one who saved her life and brought her back from the mountain village, her own brother, Han Changyu, the eldest son of the Han Mansion.

is still such a gentle and flawless face, such an indifferent smile in the eyes, déjà vu. The green clothes are like a clear sky, the neckline and cuffs are embroidered with gold and silver threads that sparkle in the sun, and the clothes are fluttering in the wind. Han Moyu was stunned like this.

That kind of eyes, such thin lips, and such a white jade-like face are all so familiar, as if they have known each other for a long time, as if they are old friends who have been together for a long time. It's just that there is a faint palpitating pain in this familiarity, and Han Moyu feels that his internal organs seem to have been touched somewhere, and he actually stings faintly.

Who is he like?

Han Moyu looked at Han Changyu blankly, feeling that the eyebrows and eyes, that expression, seemed to have been carved into the depths of her soul a long time ago.

"Are you alright? Why, are you stunned?" asked Han Changyu with a smile.

"I'm fine...... Han Moyu replied as he retracted his gaze. Her heart still couldn't be calm for a long time. Why, as soon as she met Han Changyu, she would be so unstable? Han Moyu frowned slightly.

"What about you, are you injured?" Han Changyu made sure that Han Moyu was not injured, and asked Shen Zhong'an again, while handing out the whip to Shen Zhong'an.

Shen Zhong'an dragged the whip and got up from the ground, and knelt in front of Han Changyu in a panic: "The slave should die! The slave failed to take care of the young master Moyu, so that the young master was frightened, and I hope that the eldest young master will be punished!"

"That's it. Han Changyu looked at Shen Zhong'an condescendingly and said, "I didn't mean to blame you. Get up. ”

"Young Master Xie!" Shen Zhongan bowed again before grinning and getting up from the ground. Only then did Han Moyu realize that the corners of Shen Zhong'an's mouth were broken, and half of his face was blue.

"Shen Zhong'an!" Han Moyu shouted anxiously and was about to dismount: "How are you, where are you hurting?

"The slave is fine, Young Master Xie cares," Shen Zhong'an grinned and rubbed his arm, and said with a smile: "The slave was not bumped into, but it was just rubbed, and the skin was broken a little, so it was not tight." As long as you're okay, young master. It was really risky just now. ”

"Can you only protect the lord like this?" Han Changyu saw that Shen Zhong'an was fine, and snorted coldly and said: "No brain, no kung fu, no brute force, only a little bit of pitiful loyalty." A slave like you is only worthy of being a third-class slave who does miscellaneous work, no wonder your mother will transfer you to the Autumn Moon Pavilion. ”

Han Changyu said this, and Han Moyu remembered that the moment the fierce horse rushed over, it was Shen Zhongan who pulled her away and blocked herself in front. Han Moyu looked at Shen Zhong'an, remembering that he was still yelling at Shen Zhong'an just now, and a feeling of guilt rose in his heart.

"The eldest young master taught you a lesson!" Shen Zhongan said: "The slave must practice hard in the future, practice all his strength, and be the master's right-hand man!"

"I'll teach you some kung fu later. Han Changyu looked at Shen Zhong'an's half-blushed cheeks, slowed down his voice and said, "If you want to protect your master, you can't just rely on brute force to fight to the death. ”

Shen Zhongan didn't expect that the eldest young master would take the initiative to teach him martial arts, so he was so happy that he couldn't speak for a while, and hurriedly knelt on the ground and thanked him.

"That's enough, get up!" Han Changyu glanced at Shen Zhong'an and stopped.

He looked back at Han Moyu and found that Han Moyu was still holding his waist, and couldn't help laughing: "Why, don't you want to hold me so tightly all the time? Now that it's safe, you can go down." ”

Han Mo froze and hurriedly let go. Shen Zhong'an hurriedly came over, she stepped on Shen Zhong'an's shoulder, and carefully slid off the horse's back.

"Have you never ridden a horse before?" Han Changyu asked Han Moyu standing in front of him with a smile, remembering her clumsy and nervous appearance on the back of the horse when she had just carried her on the horse. Han Changyu's warm face showed a slight smile, as warm as **.

Han Moyu suddenly couldn't tell whether Han Changyu's smile was ridicule or not, and her face turned red, but Han Changyu's eyes made Han Moyu's heart beat violently again, and she said angrily: "What's so funny, isn't it that you can't ride a horse?"

However, not only was it useless, but the brocade-clothed boys who followed Han Changyu also laughed.

Han Moyu clenched his fists in a little anger, and shouted angrily: "You laugh again, you laugh again!"

"Hey, whose family is this little master, he is not very bold and his temper is not small. A young man in brocade next to him said with a smile.

"What, do you want to hit me, or hit my horse, aren't you afraid that it will be frightened again?" Han Changyu raised an eyebrow and continued to smile.

Han Moyu endured it, thinking of the horror of the fierce horse, he still had palpitations, so he gave up and put down his fist.

"It's a strong outsider. The other brocade-clad boy chuckled. Han Moyu's face immediately turned red.

"This is my younger brother who has just been found from out of town, called Hanmoyu, who grew up in the countryside since he was a child, and there are no rules and no distances, which makes everyone laugh. Han Changyu smiled gently, and said to Han Moyu: "Why don't you meet a few brothers?"

"This one wearing blue clothes is the second young master of the Gu family of the Ministry of Rites, and this one wearing red clothes is the eldest young master of the Wang family of the Ministry of War. Han Changyu introduced, and Han Moyu had to bow down one by one. Several sons also returned the salute in high spirits.

"What are you going to do here?" Han Changyu turned his head to look at the basket and shovel that Shen Zhong'an picked up from the ground, and asked with a frown.

Han Moyu bit his lip and didn't answer, and was about to turn his head to give Shen Zhongan a look, but Shen Zhongan had already replied respectfully: "Young Master Moyu said that he wanted to eat wild vegetables, and the slave was about to accompany him to dig ...... in the wild."

"What, can't you get enough to eat?" Han Changyu's face changed slightly.