Xiao Qingyin, a master physician, dies unexpectedly and transmigrates into the body of the eldest legitimate daughter of the Minister of Revenue in the Great Xi Dynasty, who was raised in the count...
Yi Shuihan choked for a moment.
She paused for a moment and replied, "Zhaoye won't eat anything. Mother, haven't you fed him anything these past two days?"
"I haven't seen it for the past two days."
Princess Zhaoyang replied.
"Have you been staying at home these past few days without taking it out? Is it getting bored?"
Yi Shuihan thought about it and realized it was quite possible; he rarely went so many days without riding a horse.
"Mother, I'll go for a walk in the countryside."
Princess Zhaoyang had a flash of inspiration.
"etc!"
Yi Shuihan stopped in his tracks.
Princess Zhaoyang looked at Xiao Qingyin and said kindly, "Qingyin, you've been back in the capital for almost a month now, and you haven't been to the outskirts of the capital yet, have you? There's a Hanshan Temple in the eastern suburbs, and its vegetarian food is absolutely superb. Would you like to try it?"
Xiao Qingyin knew that she was deliberately creating opportunities for herself and Yi Shuihan to spend time together, and couldn't help but smile.
"Let's go eat together when you're better."
Princess Zhaoyang pleaded, "Could you and Han'er go and bring one back for me right now?"
Xiao Qingyin was in a bit of a dilemma.
To be honest, she didn't really want to be alone with Yi Shuihan.
This person is so cold-hearted, and he wears a mask so you can't see his expression at all. You have no idea what he's thinking.
Unlike Yi Jiu, who can appreciate the most beautiful women in the world and also crack jokes.
Although Princess Zhaoyang accepted the arranged marriage, she never intended to marry into the family.
She knew that her ideas and beliefs were out of step with this time and space, and she never considered marriage in the first place.
Bai Musheng is an exception.
She was completely smitten with this man's looks; he was also very good at disguising himself, appearing as a refined gentleman, gentle and elegant.
Xiao Qingyin couldn't resist trying out a simulation game.
Who knew, damn it, the little puppy turned into an ingrate.
Once bitten, twice shy. With Bai Musheng as a cautionary tale, Xiao Qingyin dared not invest too much emotion in the men of Xi Kingdom.
Keeping a handsome man as a pet is fine, but marriage is out of the question.
"Your Highness, I..."
"Okay, Mother, we'll go right away."
Yi Shuihan agreed before Xiao Qingyin could.
Princess Zhaoyang beamed with joy.
Her nagging paid off; Han'er finally got it.
The opportunity had passed, and Xiao Qingyin could no longer refuse, so she had no choice but to agree.
"Then let's go."
"Let's go, let's go, there's no need to rush back, it's still early before dinner."
Princess Zhaoyang waved happily.
After leaving the main courtyard, Yi Shuihan said to Xiao Qingyin, "Wait at the gate for a moment, I'll have the steward prepare the carriage."
Are there any extra horses?
Xiao Qingyin asked.
A hint of surprise flashed across Yi Shuihan's eyes.
"You can ride a horse?"
"Hmm." Xiao Qingyin revealed a hint of pride. "Your riding skills are not bad."
Yi Shuihan raised an eyebrow.
He led her to the stables.
“You can choose one yourself,” he said to Xiao Qingyin. “Of course, it’s also possible that they will choose you.”
These are all his BMWs, and each one has quite a temper.
Most people would be kicked away just by getting close, let alone be ridden on.
It took him quite a while to tame it.
Xiao Qingyin took one look and immediately fell in love with the white horse in the middle of the stable.
This horse was tall and large, with bright eyes, strong muscles, and not a single stray hair; it was so white it shone.
It was the most beautiful horse she had ever seen.
“You have a good eye,” Yi Shuihan laughed. “This is Zhaoye, the king of horses I captured on the grasslands.”
Xiao Qingyin walked directly to the large white horse and stretched out her hand.
Yi Shuihan's expression changed slightly: "Don't get so close, it will stumble!"
The expected thing did not happen.
Instead of kicking Xiao Qingyin, Zhao Ye stuck out his tongue and licked her palm.
After chewing a couple of times, its eyes lit up, it stretched its neck, nuzzled Xiao Qingyin affectionately, and stared longingly at her hand.
Xiao Qingyin hugged its neck and stroked its fur, then let go and took out a handful of melon seeds from her purse.
"Here you go, Big White."
Don't give his horse a random name!
It shouldn't be called Big White, it should be called Night Shining!
Yi Shuihan almost lost his composure. He looked at Zhaoye, who was crunching melon seeds, and wondered, "It can actually eat melon seeds."
He thought it only ate apples.
The white horse looked up and glanced at him, its eyes filled with mockery and blatant contempt.
Yi Shuihan: I'm so angry.
After feeding the sunflower seeds to the white horse, Xiao Qingyin patted its head, pulled on the reins, stepped into the stirrups, and mounted the horse with a clean and nimble motion.
The white horse raised its head, lifted its front hooves, and looked as if it couldn't wait to rush forward.
The Yi River chills my heart.
It took him a full month to completely tame the horse, but Xiao Qingyin did it with just a handful of melon seeds!
This is... absolutely outrageous!
The white horse noticed his gaze, turned its head, and snorted at him triumphantly twice.
Yi Shuihan narrowed his eyes, his killing intent palpable.
The big white horse quickly turned its head and looked at Xiao Qingyin with a wronged expression.
"Don't scare Big White, it's timid."
Xiao Qingyin smiled.
Yi Shuihan: "..."
It's getting cold; he should change his mount.
He chose a black horse, and with a dark expression, mounted it.
The two rode side by side out of the Marquis's residence and headed straight for the East Gate.
Perhaps because Yi Shuihan's image was so deeply ingrained in people's minds, pedestrians on the street would avoid him as soon as they saw him appear, making his journey very smooth.
Xiao Qingyin teased, "No wonder you're called the living Yama who can stop children from crying."
This mask is just as effective as an ambulance siren.
Yi Shuihan looked helpless: "I have never bullied the weak."
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