Time Travel: Brothel Maid

Chapter 202: Horseback Riding

There was no horse racing track in Wu Zinian's mansion, so when Zhao Yunrong talked about horse racing, he just wanted to ride a horse for a stroll in the suburbs.

But Xiao Guoer didn't know how to ride a horse, so she took a carriage to the suburbs.

She was quite dissatisfied with this, and she didn't know what the Eighth Prince was thinking. How could she serve him when she couldn't ride a horse? She really knew nothing about riding a horse!

He would rather let her sit in his carriage and accompany her to serve him. Is he deliberately unwilling to see her having nothing to do?

Although Xiao Guoer was full of resentment along the way, she did not realize that with the strong intervention of the Eighth Prince, the lifelessness in her heart caused by the emotional hurt and disillusionment was gradually disappearing bit by bit.

When we arrived at the suburbs, we saw a flat grassland with no obstructions. Under the bright moonlight, the breeze was gently blowing, which was refreshing.

This is a place where you can enjoy the pleasure of galloping horses.

The Eighth Prince rode his fine horse on the grass, whipping it and galloping. The horse was dressed in white, with flying hair, looking very elegant, carefree and carefree.

Xiao Guo'er watched from afar, and besides resentment, she suddenly felt a sense of envy.

Riding a horse at a gallop like this must feel very free and refreshing. Maybe the smell of the wind will be different.

The figure of the Eighth Prince gradually moved further away until it became an almost invisible white dot, slowly disappearing from sight. Not long after, the small white dot slowly reappeared, and then gradually grew larger.

It only took a cup of tea for him to come back?

Did he go through so much trouble to go to the suburbs just to ride a horse for ten minutes? Xiao Guoer cursed him for wasting manpower, but still handed him a clean towel.

Zhao Yunrong dismounted, took the towel from her hand and wiped his hands, but did not return the used towel to her. Instead, he threw it to a servant standing behind her.

"The day before yesterday, Wu Zinian found a BMW horse from somewhere. It's a mare with a gentle temperament. You can take it for a walk."

Xiao Guoer's face was full of question marks "???"

Taking the horse for a walk? Is she walking the horse, or is the horse walking her?

"Your Majesty, Xiaomin..."

Before Xiao Guoer could raise any doubts, Zhao Yunrong interrupted her again, "Why? Are you looking for another excuse?"

Xiao Guoer wisely closed her open mouth and silently took the reins handed to her.

The horse in front of him was a chestnut color, with smooth fur all over its body, which even reflected a faint light under the moonlight. Xiao Guoer couldn't help but touch its long neck.

To her surprise, the horse seemed to be very comfortable with her touch and even let out a lazy breath through its nose.

Xiao Guoer was startled by the horse's sudden movement, and her hand paused involuntarily, but when she found that the horse had no other reaction, she couldn't help but gently stroke its neck from top to bottom.

This horse understood human nature very well. It actually tilted its head and moved closer to Xiao Guoer.

Xiao Guoer was pleased by the horse's intimate attitude. She immediately put aside her reluctance and walked forward holding the reins.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, Xiao Guoer felt her legs were getting tired. Then she heard the sound of horse hooves from behind her. She turned around and saw a chestnut horse in white approaching her.

Xiao Guoer quickly raised her arm and waved in the direction of the person coming.

Until the Eighth Prince pulled the reins and stopped steadily in front of her and the chestnut horse.

Xiao Guoer put down her arms, looked up at the man on the horse, and asked, "My Lord, can we go back now?"

Zhao Yunrong looked down at her, raised his eyebrows, pointed at the horse beside her with his whip, and said with a smile, "You haven't walked your horse well yet, how can you go back?"

After Zhao Yunrong finished speaking, he squeezed the horse's belly, swung the whip in his hand, and galloped away like a gust of wind again.

Xiao Guoer was dumbfounded. How could she compare to the horse's physical strength? If she relied on her two legs to walk these four legs, she would be exhausted to death, right?

As she thought about it, the reins in her hand unconsciously loosened. The horse had been itching to ride on its companions running freely in front of it, and now that it was freed from the shackles, it immediately raised its hooves and ran forward.

Xiao Guoer ran in panic and reached out to grab the reins, but her speed was obviously not enough in front of the BMW, and the distance between the horse and the man was getting farther and farther.

Xiao Guo'er ran after him with a sad face, panting heavily with exhaustion, with a thousand horses galloping through his heart.

This is a BMW! If it is lost, she can't afford the compensation!

In fact, Zhao Yunrong didn't run too far. "Whoa--" He pulled the reins, turned his head to look back, paying attention to the movement not far away.

After a while, I saw the little girl chasing a horse with her butt sticking up, shouting, "Wait for me! Don't run!"

Zhao Yunrong raised his eyebrows, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly without being noticed.

"Wait for me..." Xiao Guoer shouted breathlessly. She felt like her lungs were about to explode. Her vision began to go dark and her legs felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead.

Zhao Yunrong drove his horse back and when he met the chestnut horse, he reached out and grabbed the reins to stop the horse from running.

He rode a horse and led another horse towards the man who had stopped and was looking in pain due to excessive running.

Xiao Guoer looked at the Eighth Prince and the BMW who had returned, and she gnashed her teeth in anger until the BMW ran to her. She angrily stepped forward and grabbed the reins from the Eighth Prince's hand, and angrily slapped the horse's neck heavily, and angrily yelled at it, "Why are you running?"

Zhao Yunrong couldn't help laughing when he saw this, and nodded secretly with satisfaction.

She looked like this, full of anger and vitality, which was how she was supposed to be, instead of the listless, depressed and half-dead look she had before.

"Your Majesty! Can we go back now? I really can't run any more!"

The little girl held the reins on the horse's neck tightly, looking up at him with her eyes wide open, shining like flames because of anger.

Zhao Yunrong thought that if he continued to let her walk and ride the horse this time, she would definitely quit without a care in the world.

"Okay, you can try to ride back."