After getting Qingji's permission, Meng Huan deliberately turned back, changed into a corseted samurai uniform, pedaled small brute boots, and erected his jet-black shiny hair.

The whole person is charming, revealing a heroic temperament!

"Drive-"

Meng Huan immediately turned over and got on the horse, his movements were clean and neat, and he grabbed the reins.

It's a pity that the spiritual fire dragon horse seems to be unwilling to let anyone except Qingji ride it, so behind Meng Huan's horse, it tosses upside down.

Meng Yingdai frowned, grabbed the horse's belly, and flicked the whip, forcing the fire dragon horse to gallop out.

"Tick Tick Tick ......"

The speed of the fire dragon horse was very fast, and in a matter of moments, it had already galloped out hundreds of paces.

Meng Huan was helpless, knowing that she couldn't control the fire dragon horse, so she could only turn the horse's head vigorously and rush towards Qingji.

Suddenly, the fire dragon horse hissed, his hooves suddenly flung high, and his neck rose to the sky, which was actually a leaping gesture, throwing Meng Huan's whole person down.

"Ahh

Meng Huanjiao snorted, and was about to be thrown to the ground.

In this case, if Meng Huan falls straight upright, she will inevitably be either dead or injured, and it is not impossible to end up with a lifelong disability!

"Kokuta!"

Everyone present was terrified.

At this critical moment, Qingji walked over, jumped over, and hugged Meng Huan's soft and boneless delicate body in his arms.

What caught Meng Huan's eyes was a slightly yellowed face.

The facial features are sharp and angular, the sword eyebrows are starry, full of vigorous heroic spirit, and the handsome face is very attractive, especially the dark and deep pupils, which make people can't help but fall into it and can't extricate themselves......

Looking at the heroic Qingji so closely, feeling the masculine aura emanating from his body, Meng Huan couldn't help but be stunned for a while, and didn't come back to his senses for a long time.

"Guotai, in a hurry, the widow is rude, please don't blame Guotai."

Qingji immediately let Meng Huan go and said politely.

After all, although the atmosphere of the Spring and Autumn Period was open, the saying that men and women could not kiss each other was still deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

Meng Huan is not a girl in the boudoir, nor is she an ordinary woman from a good family, but her identity as the wife of Chu Guotai has to make Qingji scruple one or two.

Meng Huan, who was just like waking up from a dream, couldn't help but "snort", Xia Fei's cheeks were quite shy, and he saluted quite shyly: "Where." ”

"If it weren't for King Wu to come to the rescue, the mourning family would not have died, and they would have to hurt their muscles and bones and lie on the couch."

After saying that, Meng Huan glanced at Qingji meaningfully.

It seems to be resentful, it seems to be coquettish, it seems to be grateful, and it has mixed tastes!

"It seems that this fire dragon horse of the widow only recognizes the widow, and it cannot be ridden by others."

Qingji stepped forward and touched the mane of the fire dragon horse's neck, comforted the fire dragon horse, and let out such an emotion.

"The mourning family still wants to try it out."

Meng Huan sighed faintly and said: "The mourning family grew up in Guanlong, and learned the art of chariots and horses since childhood. ”

"Like King Wu's fire dragon horse, such a divine horse, I think it is a thousand-mile horse that can travel thousands of miles in a day and eight hundred at night. The mourning family was fortunate enough to see it, but they never tried to ride it. ”

"Can King Wu fulfill this long-cherished wish of the mourning family?"

Hearing this, Qingji was quite surprised and said: "Guotai, it's not that the widow doesn't let you ride the fire dragon horse, but ......."

Before he finished speaking, the corners of Meng Huan's sexy lips hooked, and he smiled and said, "King Wu, why don't you and I take a ride?" ”

“……”

It turned out that Meng Huan had such an idea.

It's not impossible for two people to ride the same horse!

Moreover, as a horse that is one in a million, the fire dragon horse has a large and long body, and it is not a problem to carry two or three people.

It's just that men and women ride together, and it is inevitable that there will be skin kisses, which are too ambiguous.

At that time, wouldn't there be some gossip that is not conducive to Qingji and Meng Huan?

However, since Meng Huan has already spoken, and he looks like he doesn't care, if Qingji is still hesitant, he will inevitably fall behind.

Therefore, Qingji immediately turned over on the horse, grabbed the reins with one hand, and after clamping the horse's belly, he stretched out his big hand towards Meng Huan.

Meng Huan did not shy away from it at all, and after the slender jade hand put on Qingji's hand, she jumped up and sat straight in Qingji's arms!

Xiong Zidan, Xu Menchao, Gongsun Xiong and other guards present were dumbfounded, and the people from Gong'e Temple who originally followed Meng Huan were also stunned.

"Drive!"

Qing Ji didn't care what others thought, after hugging Meng Huan's soft and boneless waist with one hand, he grabbed the horse's belly and drove the fire dragon horse under his crotch like an arrow from the string, and quickly galloped out.

The whistling wind blew Meng Huan's hair and hit Qingji's cheek.

At this moment, Meng Huan felt extremely comfortable, and couldn't help but stretch her arms for a while, allowing herself to be completely immersed in it.

The fire dragon horse carried Qingji and Meng Huan like this, all the way through the wilderness at a galloping speed, crossing the stream, and shuttling between the lush mountains and forests.

Sunset over the West Mountains.

The orange-red evening flame poured on the earth, dyeing the sky with the same color, just like Meng Huan's face at the moment.

Qingji "shouted", grabbed the reins of the fire dragon horse, and then put Meng Huan on the grass, followed off the horse, and let the fire dragon horse graze on one side.

Meng Huan then pillowed the back of his head on the root of a vigorous old tree, carefully studying the Qingji in front of him.

The breeze was gentle, and the afterglow of the setting sun made Meng Huan's thoughts ripple with it!

"King Wu, the mourning family should be grateful to you. I don't know how many years, the mourning family has never been so comfortable......"

As she spoke, Meng Huan couldn't help but feel a little sentimental.

The happiest time of her life was before she got married, when Meng Huan was almost carefree and could deal with all kinds of horses all day long.

However, since Meng Huan married to the Chu State, especially after encountering the scandal of "changing marriages", she has been unhappy in Yingdu.

Living in the harem, Meng Huan is like a canary in a cage, clothed and fed, and is loved by the elderly King Chuping in every way, regarded as a forbidden belly, but she doesn't think this is happiness.

Later, the king of Chuping, Meng Huan was the wife, listened to the government and took charge of the power of the Chu State, but she was still unhappy.

In front of people, Meng Huan has infinite scenery, and has maintained her dignity as a lady of a country from beginning to end.

However, after the people, who can Meng Huan's emptiness, loneliness and helplessness talk to?

"Guotai doesn't need to be polite. Galloping on a horse, it is indeed happy, but for the superiors, there are unavoidable hardships, which is the so-called loss must be gained, and gains must be lost. ”

Hearing this, Meng Huan smiled lightly: "King Wu is really open-minded. The mourning family is a mediocrity and a self-disturbance. ”

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