Zheng Quchi, who was sitting on his horse, exploring and comprehending Professor Runtu's riding secrets, turned his head upon hearing this: "But what?"
"However, Madam, have you been feeling unwell lately?"
Zheng Quchi shook his head: "Things are fine right now."
Although Aunt Ling (Mei Ruoling) said she had a hidden illness that needed to be treated, otherwise it would worsen and spread throughout her body, she is indeed fine now and can jump around.
"Madam, are you experiencing any palpitations or similar symptoms?"
The questions he asked were quite strange: "No."
"That's good……"
He mounted his horse with a graceful and swift movement, then told Zheng Quchi, "Madam, the most important thing to master horsemanship is to practice in real-world situations. Believe in yourself and believe in your horse."
Zheng Quchi looked puzzled: "Oh, yeah, so..."
"So please rest assured, Madam, I will definitely save you before you fall off your horse," Runtu said solemnly.
Suddenly realizing what he was about to do, Zheng Quchi's expression stiffened and twitched: "No, no, wait a minute, I need to mentally prepare myself—"
However, Runtu was a strict teacher. He didn't think that someone who had ridden a few times needed any mental preparation. So, he slapped the horse's rump with his cold-blooded ruthlessness. The horse was startled and immediately reared up and galloped away like an arrow.
"grass--"
Zheng Quchi's eyes widened, his teeth clenched, and he resembled a seagull flying in the wind and waves. He gripped the two reins tightly with his hands, pressing one end of the reins with his thumb and pinching the other end with his ring and little fingers, trying his best to maintain his balance and not be thrown off.
Runtu, you'd better keep your word and catch her before she falls off her horse!
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When Zheng Quchi returned home, his legs were weak, his hair was disheveled, and his eyes were glazed over, looking like he had been ravaged.
The only good news was that she felt she could finally ride a horse and had gained some insights into riding skills. Of course, these were valuable experiences accumulated from several near-breakages in the fall.
Indeed, people don't know their true potential until they are pushed to the brink.
She didn't blame Runtu; it was her own fault for being blind and failing to see that he was actually a devilish teacher who only cared about efficiency and results, and even asking him for advice.
Seeing that all the lights in the room were off, Zheng Quchi assumed that Brother Sang had fallen asleep, so he prepared to go to the kitchen to see if there were any leftovers to fill his stomach.
Just as the lid was lifted, Brother Sang, wearing an outer robe and holding a lamp, walked in, lifting the curtain: "It's Ruler back. Why are you so late?"
As soon as he looked up, he saw a strange young man standing there blankly in the lamplight, holding a wooden lid in one hand and a bowl in the other.
"Who are you?!"
Brother Sang was startled. He put the lamp on the stove and instinctively bent one leg to grab a wood-chopping knife from the woodpile.
Seeing that her older brother was about to brutally kill his sister, Zheng Quchi quickly held up a wooden lid in front of her: "No, brother, I'm your sister."
"Where did this petty thief come from! Don't think that just because I'm lame, I can break into my house and steal my food and money!"
"Brother, keep your voice down, don't wake up your little sister. Can't you recognize my voice?" Zheng Quchi said helplessly.
Upon hearing her mention "youngest sister," Brother Sang calmed down. He recognized the word and stared suspiciously at the stranger before him: "...a ruler?"
Zheng Quchi nodded hurriedly: "Yes, yes, it's me, brother, please put down the wood-chopping knife quickly."
It really is her.
Brother Sang frowned, his eyes wide with surprise, and asked, "What happened to you?"
"Brother, this is disguise, have you heard of it?"
Having heard of it, Brother Sang put down his wood-chopping knife and began questioning, "Who gave you the disguise? Why did you disguise yourself? Didn't you say you were going out on business?"
"Brother, I'm hungry. Do you have anything to eat? Let's eat and chat."
"There's some chicken I stewed for you in the pot, simmering it over low heat. If you're hungry, just take a bowl and eat it. By the way, where's Fengmian?"
Zheng Quchi said, "He hasn't come back yet. There are many things to do at the camp, and he's still busy."
"So you came back alone this late?"
"No, he sent someone to bring me back. Oh, and I'll get him another bowl."
"Who is it that left people outside?" Brother Sang was accusing her of being inconsiderate.
Zheng Quchi scooped up two bowls of fragrant chicken, shrugged, and said, "Brother, it's because he refused to come in. He has to take me back to the camp tomorrow morning, so he didn't leave. That person looks like a very disciplined and principled person. I've told him, but I can't persuade him at all. I'll bring him a quilt and some chicken later. It shouldn't be a problem for him to spend the night in the carriage."
After hearing her explanation, Brother Sang didn't say anything more: "You rest first, I'll go deliver it."
After settling Runtu in, Zheng Quchi sat at the dinner table with Brother Sang. While gnawing on a chicken leg, she asked, "Brother, how much money do you have left?"
"Don't worry, we haven't used up all the ones you gave us before."
"Don't be too frugal. Your little sister is still growing. You can't stop applying the medicine to her legs, or she won't be able to sleep well in this damp and cold weather."
Brother Sang waved his hand: "Alright, I know how to handle these things. Why don't you tell me about your business? What kind of big deal are you planning to do this time?"
Her current face is much prettier than the dark face of "Sang Xuanqing" before, but it is completely unfamiliar. You can't find any trace of her original appearance. It's as if she has completely changed her face.
After racking his brains for a long time, when Zheng Quchi finally met Brother Sang's worried, sorrowful yet quiet eyes, he couldn't bring himself to lie and could only tell the truth: "Brother, I'm going to Julu Kingdom to participate in the Jichun Craftsmen's Guild."
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