But for Ye Qingshan, these are not dangerous at all.
What's more, although he was not wearing official uniform at this time, he was riding a tall horse.
Those people in the north of the city are very discerning and would never dare to provoke people like them.
"It's okay, just go directly from the north of the city." Ye Qingshan said, first putting Qingtian on the horse's back, then immediately jumped on the horse and protected Qingtian in front of him.
"Hold on tight!" Ye Qingshan said, and then he lightly clamped his legs around the horse's belly, and the horse under his crotch started to move forward.
The evening breeze in Beijing during mid-spring is still a little chilly, but it doesn’t make you feel cold at all when it blows on your body.
The air is filled with the light floral scent that comes from nowhere, making people feel relaxed and happy.
Qingtian reached out and touched the horse's mane, took a deep breath, and smiled so much that his eyes curved into crescents.
Seeing how much she enjoyed riding, Ye Qingshan immediately promised: "I'll ask someone to find a pony when I get home, and I'll teach you how to ride when we go out for an outing during the Qingming Festival, okay?"
"Can I learn it too?" Qingtian asked in disbelief.
"Of course you can!" Ye Qingshan didn't have any pedantic ideas that girls must never leave the house. He even said, "When we were at the border, almost everyone knew how to ride a horse.
"Even your aunt was a skilled horseman when she was young!
"She's been busy taking care of the family and your two cousins in recent years, so she hasn't had the chance to go out riding anymore."
"Aunt is so awesome!" Qingtian was very envious. "Then my cousin must keep his word and remember to teach me how to ride a horse!"
"Don't worry, I'll have someone find a gentle pony for you when I get back."
As they were talking, they had already reached the northern part of the city.
The road suddenly became much narrower and there were more people on the road.
Many people have just returned home from work to make a living.
Just as Ye Qingshan had said before, when these people saw the tall horse, although they didn't know who the person was, they all tactfully moved away.
So the three of them had a smooth journey through the north of the city.
Just as they were about to leave the area, a few conversations that were not in Mandarin suddenly came from a deep alley.
Although Ye Qingshan didn't understand, his many years of living on the border made him rein in his horse cautiously.
Qingtian recognized it immediately and whispered, "Uncle, they are speaking Mongolian."
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