"Aren't you hostile towards Miss Mo Lan? With your impulsive mind, I'm afraid you'll cause trouble for the young master."
"When did I ever show any hostility towards that girl?" Jing Lei was completely bewildered. He always dealt with things objectively and never deliberately harbored any animosity towards anyone.
"...Just now, when the young master was sparring with Miss Mo Lan, you even suggested that the master draw his sword."
Wu Feng shook his head, turned and left. He wondered how Piao Xue was doing, leaving him to take care of these two troublesome teenagers. He was exhausted.
Thunderclap: "..."
When two people are competing in martial arts, it must be fair. The girl is holding a teaching whip, shouldn't the master draw his sword?
"No... No Wind, let me explain, I really meant no harm..."
No matter how he explained, Wufeng ignored him. What's the point of explaining to a straight man like him?
When Qin Su and Ting Yu arrived at the foot of the mountain, they saw Mo Lan leaning against a tree trunk, with a chestnut horse strolling beside her.
"Is the young lady all alone?"
"Yeah, I'm used to it."
Mo Lan gripped the teaching whip, mounted her horse, and looked back at Qin Su and her servant.
"In a hurry, let's go for a horse race!"
Without waiting for Qin Sutong's agreement, he spurred his horse and rode away, the dust kicked up by his hooves disappearing in an instant with the wind.
"Tingyu, you go back, I'll go alone." Qin Su watched the chestnut horse that had already run far away, spurred the horse with his legs, and chased after it in a flash, leaving a bewildered Tingyu riding on the horse, completely disoriented.
After only a moment of stunned silence, Tingyu reacted and spurred his horse to chase after him. His master's status was extremely important; if anything happened to him, he would have no face to explain to the Duke.
Hooves flew, clothes fluttered, and three horses galloped across the empty official road, stirring up a cloud of smoke.
The horse beneath Mo Lan was a rare and exceptional steed, of pure blood, named Blood Swallow, which was brought from beyond the Great Wall with the help of Karen.
The Blood Swallow, with its human-like nature, carried the Ink Orchid at breakneck speed, as light as a swallow, without any burden whatsoever.
Qin Su rode his Bloodthirsty Horse closely behind, and what came into view was Mo Lan's heroic and dashing back, especially the two red hair ribbons interspersed in her ponytail, which were bright and eye-catching, and casual and unrestrained.
Seeing Mo Lan like this, Qin Su couldn't help but admire her; it was rare to find a woman like her.
When they could see the city gate in the distance, the two of them reined in their horses, slowed down, and strolled forward. As for Tingyu following behind them, no one paid any attention to her.
"How is it?" Mo Lan held the reins in one hand and the pointer in the other, her brows still showing a carefree and nonchalant air.
"Thanks to you, Miss, I haven't had such a carefree run in a long time." Qin Su smoothed the stray hairs that were falling over her chest, her tone cheerful.
His position often prevented him from being too casual; he was used to following the rules, so suddenly being free felt novel to him.
“You aristocratic families have so many rules. We’re much more carefree.” Mo Lan raised her teaching whip and pointed to the city gate ahead. “Once we’re inside, just call me Mo Lan.”
They need to face that old fox Jiang Mian together; being too distant will hinder negotiations.
"Mo Lan? I'll gladly accept." Qin Su murmured softly, a slight smile playing on her lips. "And you, how will you address me?"
"Of course, just call me Qin Su. What else would you call me? Do you even have a courtesy name?" It doesn't matter what you call me, as long as it sounds good.
Hearing Mo Lan's tone, Qin Su paused for a moment, then nodded, "As you said, you can just call me Qin Su."
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