A few days ago.

On a wide official road within the Dali Dynasty.

There was a group of horsemen galloping on the official road at full speed.

It was morning, the sky was clear and the autumn sun was shining brightly.

This group of horsemen, viewed from a distance, numbered about thirty people. If one took a closer look, one would be slightly astonished.

This is because the beasts that everyone was riding were blood red all over, with black pupils, like the Ferghana horses at the foot of the mountain, and their heads were ferocious.

At this moment, these "blood horses" are being ridden by everyone in an unusually docile manner. Their speed is more than three times that of ordinary blood horses, and they are as fast as lightning.

When ordinary people on the roadside saw this, most of them would respectfully step aside to make way for these distinguished people.

Although the cavalry was impressive, the clothes worn by the cavalry members were quite novel, unlike the fancy official uniforms worn by the dignitaries living down the mountain.

There was nothing in this group of cavalry that frightened the people of Dali along the road, and they speculated about the flags flying one after another.

Among the horsemen, there were about twenty people wearing green robes and wearing jade disks made of mutton-fat jade on their waists. They were all young men dressed like Confucian scholars.

The remaining ten or so people were mostly dressed as servants.

There were beautiful maids with slender waists, old servants, and a strange man who would keep one hand free to hold a sword even when riding a horse.

However, among them, there is a beautiful figure that is very eye-catching.

This is a pretty girl about sixteen or seventeen years old. She is not tall but has a slim figure.

She was indeed very pretty, with smooth black hair tied into a high ponytail, and today she was wearing a masculine blue outfit.

This pretty little girl was riding the horse skillfully, with her chin slightly raised and her hair tied into a high ponytail fluttering in the wind.

This attracted the attention of many of the surrounding horsemen, and this unusually pretty figure was reflected in everyone's eyes.

However, she ignored the looks from people around her.

The pretty girl's peach blossom eyes never blinked, and her attention was fixed on the back of the young scholar who was one horse's length in front of her.

At this moment, a burly man among the leading few people was about to turn around and say something to the young scholar.

But the next second, his eyelids twitched, and he closed his mouth tightly. He quickly looked back, and seeing that there was no shadow of the serious woman, the burly man breathed a sigh of relief.

He turned around and laughed:

"Haha, Tzuyu, it's more fun down the mountain. You can ride horses freely and enjoy yourself."

"Since Meng Xuezheng came back, my classmates in our academy don't even dare to fart. They are all so well-behaved. On weekdays, they have to look behind them before speaking. It's so damn annoying. The atmosphere is so depressing. I don't know where Meng Xuezheng got all these old-fashioned rules from."

"And our Justice Hall's Cuju was unlucky as well. It was withdrawn by her, and all our efforts were wasted. This time when we go to Dali, I will play Cuju well and enjoy it."

This group of people was none other than Zhao Rong and Gu Yiwu's group who had set out for Dali.

This place is only a hundred miles away from Xiaoyaojin where they disembarked before.

Zhao Rong, Gu Yiwu and others, with their servants and maids, were traveling on the official road within Dali, heading for the capital of Dali.

All their luggage was placed in the Sumeru object, so they were able to travel light.

At this time, Zhao Rong heard this, glanced at Gu Yiwu, smiled lightly, and said nothing.

He touched the 'blood horse' under him.

Zhao Rong was familiar with this horse with the blood of an exotic beast. Not long ago, he learned its name from Gu Yiwu: Longju.

When he first came to Duyou City, the hardworking-looking Miss Lu Wan appeared in front of him, driving a carriage pulled by a dragon horse.

Now Zhao Rong has also arrived, thanks to a student from the Hall of Justice behind him.

It seemed that the somewhat introverted student from the Hall of Justice ran a considerable business on the mountain from his family. After everyone got off the ferry at Xiaoyaojin, he had his family send over thirty dragon foals without saying a word.

Zhao Rong smiled silently. This Mo Chi Academy was indeed full of hidden talents.

The dragon colt is more magical than the Ferghana horse at the foot of the mountain. Traveling a thousand miles a day is just a piece of cake for it.

Zhao Rong estimated that it would only take a few days to reach the capital of Dali.

Thinking of this, he suddenly turned around and looked at the girl in the team who had come with them and could be said to have returned home.

She was kept by Gu Yiwu as a maid.

Zhao Rong turned around and looked ahead. "Brother Yiwu, you and your colleagues can decide on the matter of Cuju. Just don't delay the important work."

"Of course." Gu Yiwu smiled and waved the whip.

Zhao Rong suddenly said, "There is a river ahead. Let's take a break and ask a question."

Gu Yiwu glanced at Zhao Rong and immediately understood. He glanced at the maid in the cavalry behind him and nodded.

It's time to get down to business.

“Yu——!”

“Yu——!”

Soon, the horse group stopped in front of a clear river and everyone dismounted.

Zhao Rong had just fallen off the horse and had not yet had time to stand firmly when a petite and slender figure came up to him.

"Brother Rong'er, don't move. Your collar is messed up."

Zhao Qian'er called out crisply. She was standing in front of Zhao Rong. With her small body, it was inconvenient for her to raise her hand.

"..."Zhao Rong.

He looked around at his classmates who were looking at him ambiguously, and shook his head helplessly.

Immediately, Zhao Rong lowered his eyes to glance at his slightly messy collar, and then looked at the little girl who was very close to him. The latter almost stuck to Zhao Rong's arms in order to hold his collar.

He bent down slightly and tried to lean forward to make it easier for her to hold his collar with her little hand.

But the little girl puffed her lips.

"I'll do it, I'll do it, don't move." Zhao Qian'er complained softly. She leaned against Zhao Rong's arms, bumped her forehead against his strong chest, then raised her two little hands, opened her palms, and pushed his chest.

Zhao Rong had no choice but to straighten his back again.

"Clumsy..."

Zhao Qian'er looked up at him, her big peach blossom eyes with light pink curved corners.

The little girl smiled and spat, but then she glanced down calmly...

Zhao Rong nodded and stood still, letting the hardworking Xiao Qian'er pull his collar.

Zhao Rong ignored Li Bai, the sword-holding man who was muttering with an indignant look on his face, and glanced at his brother Yiwu who was waiting beside him.

The burly man was watching the sweet daily interaction between him and his personal maid with a twitch on his lips, followed by Yunniang, the maid who was bought not long ago.

The two of them waited quietly for Zhao Rong.

Suddenly, Zhao Rong felt a small hand sneaking around and doing something bad. It turned into a small salty pig's hoof and groped around his abdomen...

Zhao Rong looked down and was speechless.

I saw Xiao Qian'er standing on tiptoe, gently holding his collar with her right hand, and stroking his abdominal muscles with her left hand as if to support her body balance.

The little girl raised her head at this time, her face full of concentration. When she saw Zhao Rong leaning over to look at her, she smiled sweetly.

Zhao Rong couldn't help but said, "Qian'er, let go."

Zhao Qian'er shook her head, her high ponytail bouncing lightly, "No, I need to fix Brother Rong'er's collar."

Zhao Rong felt his abdominal muscles were tickled by her tickling, he glanced around with a guilty conscience, although the classmates of Justice Hall were looking at this side from time to time, they did not seem to notice the private flirting between their "son-in-law and maid".

Zhao Rong breathed a sigh of relief, but he didn't dare to use his hands to slap it away or step back, for fear of being exposed.

So he reluctantly took the initiative to move forward to block the gap between the two of them.

Zhao Rong lowered his voice and said, "Hurry up and fix it, it's almost done... You naughty girl, don't, don't touch it... don't scratch it!"

While Zhao Qian'er was virtuous and considerately adjusting his collar, she used her slender hands, with five slender fingers spread out, to explore and touch Zhao Rong's abdominal muscles all over.

She tilted her head and smiled, revealing two small canine teeth that looked like they were eating humans.

To outsiders, she looks cute and harmless, like a weak little maid who stands on tiptoe to hold the collar of her son-in-law in order to please him, and smiles softly to please the serious and solemn son-in-law.

But in Zhao Rong's eyes at this moment, this was a cunning little goblin who looked weak but wanted to eat her brother-in-law.

He lowered his head, leaned close to her soft little ear, and squeezed out a voice from between his teeth, "Stop, stop making trouble, there are too many people!"

This kind of flirting is almost like playing a prank, not listening to Zhao Rong's words and acting on her own.

He was indeed a little unhappy, but he had other things to do right now and was not in the mood to be happy.

What, stimulation? No, only stimulation, no excitement.

But Zhao Rong didn't dare to get angry with Xiao Qian'er, and he couldn't even say a harsh word.

I feel helpless inside.

Because he knew that no matter how this little girl behaved in front of others, or how she acted, she regarded him and Qingjun as her only close relatives, and cared very much about their opinions and attitudes.

At first, Zhao Rong and Qing Jun misunderstood each other and parted on their wedding night.

The saddest and heartbroken one is the little girl in my arms.

Just as Xiao Qian'er said seriously that day, he and Qingjun are her sun and moon.

However, sometimes it is indeed a bit too naughty.

Zhao Rong suddenly frowned. Why was he still pinching her?

Does this count as... being taken advantage of?

It was retribution for bullying Xiaoxiao and Qingjun in the past. They were thin-skinned and shy when he bullied them.

And now he met a female hooligan Xiao Qianer?

What goes around comes around...No one can escape this fate.

At this moment, Zhao Rong was repenting his present life and his previous life.

Zhao Qian'er stood on tiptoe, and her two little hands were busy at the same time.

She bit her lip beside Zhao Rong's neck and said, "Brother Rong'er, you... you actually have eight-pack abs~"

Zhao Rong: “…”

What do you mean by "actually"? And "huh"? Who are you looking down on? Isn't it normal for me to have eight-pack abs? Is there any need to be so surprised? Did you think that I, your brother Rong'er, was a useless person who couldn't even lift a chicken?

The corner of his eye twitched violently.

Zhao Rong was indignant. "Alright, alright, there's nothing to be surprised about. You...you...be gentle."

Soon, his indignant tone gradually weakened and finally turned into a plea for mercy.

"Mmmmm, I didn't expect Brother Rong'er to have abdominal muscles. It seems that you have really changed a lot. A few years ago, you were skinny, and your belly was soft without abdominal muscles. Every time after a meal, I patted your belly, and it was always a "pa pa" sound, hehe. Mm, Brother Rong'er, it's great now~ Such strong abdominal muscles, mmm, soft ones are not good, Qian'er still likes hard ones, um, abdominal muscles."

"???"

Zhao Rong's old face darkened.

Little sister, what kind of vicious words are these?

Let go! Stop playing with my abdominal muscles. There are so many people here.

At this moment, most of the students from the Justice Hall around were chatting in groups of three or five, while the servants were leading the dragon horses and drinking water by the river.

Everyone would turn their heads from time to time and look at Zhao Rong curiously with strange eyes, wondering what this master and servant were doing and why they were still so close together.

However, many people stole a glance at Zhao Qian'er for a while, and they couldn't help but sigh in their hearts that this little fairy Zhao was so beautiful.

Well, this one is called Little Fairy Zhao, because it is said that Mr. Zhao has a very beautiful wife in Taiqing Xiaoyao Mansion. Senior Gu said that they should call her Big Fairy Zhao.

The senior said that she was the rumored favored daughter of Taiqing Xiaoyao Mansion, Zhao Lingfei, who would attain golden elixir before the age of twenty.

And now, the girl Qian'er, who follows Mr. Zhao and serves him like a maid, is also a talented girl who has manifested her natal flying sword at a young age. She is a newcomer to Xiaoyao Mansion. Her appearance, talent, and cultivation are all top-notch.

She is also a mountain fairy in every sense, no matter where she is placed in the Xuanhuang cultivation world.

Hey, Mr. Zhao who teaches calligraphy, this... this is really... really...

The students of Justice Hall couldn't help but sigh. Looking at Mr. Zhao with a strange expression in front of them, they didn't know what to say.

This little fairy Zhao looked lively and cute, gentle and considerate. She even did such a small thing as holding Mr. Zhao's collar.

Uh, but why does Mr. Zhao have a strange expression at this time? His eyes are still so wide open, staring at Fairy Zhao.

Some students of the Hall of Justice were sharp-eyed and noticed this somewhat unusual phenomenon and couldn't help but frown.

Alas, look how frightened Fairy Zhao was. She looked even weaker and humbled as she gave in to him...

Although Zhao Qian'er usually ignored them and didn't talk to them on the road, the students of Justice Hall still felt somewhat familiar with her when they met her every day.

After all, who wouldn’t like such a beautiful girl?

It was good to be able to talk to her, but this little fairy Zhao seemed a little introverted and shy. She must still be a young girl. She usually didn't speak to them, especially to Senior Gu. She always had a cold face. I don't know if Senior Gu had offended the beauty before. Alas, Senior Gu was really...

At this moment, many outsiders looked at Zhao Rong with a bit of blame and confusion.

Mr. Zhao was a little too harsh. To have someone like Fairy Zhao as a personal maid was a blessing that he had cultivated for many lifetimes, yet he was still so harsh to her...

Gu Yiwu had no idea that he was being criticized and complained about by his own students.

He was waiting with Yunniang beside Zhao Rong, his face looking a little gloomy as he waited.

What is Tzuyu doing? We were supposed to talk about something important, but she is showing off her personal maid!

Okay, okay, I get it. I will never mention buying a maid to you again... Hurry up and straighten your collars. Hey, why are you two starting to twist each other?

Faced with all the strange looks, the wrongly accused Zhao Rong was speechless.

Who can stand up to a female hooligan like Xiao Qianer?

However, just like what Zhao Rong was madly complaining about in his heart, Zhao Qian'er seemed not to notice his indignant expression.

She still tilted her head, like a little fox stealing some fish, squinting her peach blossom eyes, and doing her "duty" as a maid with her little hands.

The little girl was talking and laughing.