Su Yumo turned around and saw a man and a horse walking towards him.
The horse is tall and mighty, pure black in color, with golden mane. When it walks, its momentum is no less than that of its owner, and it is majestic with a bit of arrogance.
When Stu came closer, Su Yumo secretly compared their heights and found that she was just at the height of his shoulders.
Ideal height difference.
"How are the preparations going?"
"Everything is ready. The only thing left to clean up is this big tent."
Su Yumo, standing between the two of them, maintained the bitter smile he had just had.
Why didn't anyone wake her up?
After saying that, several men came out from the tent carrying various things, and Su Yumo quickly made way for them.
The big tent collapsed the moment the last person walked out. The four people put down their tools and packed up the tent cloth.
Su Yumo's eyes widened. She had just said a few words.
"Everything is ready now."
"Tell Aokete to set off immediately."
"yes."
After Abulu left, Nastu looked at Su Yumo and asked, "Can you ride a horse?"
Su Yumo came back to his senses and smiled proudly.
"Of course."
She always gets first place in equestrian classes, and it's a landslide.
Nastu touched the black horse's mane and motioned her to get on.
When Su Yumo walked over, all her attention was on the man. Now she looked at the black horse and raised her head to find the saddle.
The sunlight was so bright that she could hardly open her eyes, and she asked weakly.
"Is there a horse shorter than this?"
Nastu snorted and laughed. Finally, it was her turn to be humiliated.
"Little dwarf, trying to be brave again."
Su Yumo listened to the same words as last night and said unconvincedly: "Why do you care about me? I'm just a little taller. What's the big deal? I'm going to pick a horse myself and have a fair race with you. If you lose, you have to admit that I'm better than you."
Due to health reasons, she did not participate in the locals' official horse riding competition during that trip, but instead competed with a little boy about ten years old.
A great victory.
It had been a long time since Stu had heard such presumptuous words, and it felt fresh.
"Okay, let's compete. Just don't cry if you lose."
Looking at his expression as if he was coaxing a child, Su Yumo couldn't swallow this anger anymore, and turned to look at the dark horse.
Next time she finds an opportunity, she will definitely make up for her loss.
Nastu didn't say any more nonsense. He bent his legs and squatted down. He put his arm around her waist and swung her hard. Su Yumo sat upright on the saddle.
Before Su Yumo could react to what was happening, a warm chest was already pressed against her back.
A pair of hands reached out from behind, pulled the reins, and shouted.
"Set off!"
"go home!"
The grassland soldiers on their horses raised their weapons and shouted the same cry.
"go home!"
"go home!"
"go home!"
One roar louder than the other, as if erupting from the depths of the earth, telling heaven and earth that the conquering warriors are about to return to the place where they grew up.
When Su Yumo saw this scene, a tear fell silently, soaking the soil as the war horse galloped.
A team of tens of thousands of people rode across the grassland. When they came across water, they stopped for a while, filled their stomachs, filled their water bottles, fed their horses, and then continued on their way.
Su Yumo was in a very good mood along the way.
Bathing in the warm sunshine, breathing air that is countless times fresher than the modern air, and running wildly on the grassland in ancient costumes for free.
There is also a men's cushion at the back. This cushion is not only thick, but can also sing automatically. Although it is a little out of tune, it does not prevent the voice from being pleasant, deep and magnetic.
Occasionally, when he was riding so fast, Su Yumo couldn't help but shout at the grassland.
Death and system were all left behind by them.
Screw the rules.
She wants to live a carefree life with the world as her companion.
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Before going to bed at night, Su Yumo started to worry again.
After finishing his business, Nastu returned to their tent. After the two of them pretended to signal King Yundan Khan's wishes, he leaned back in his chair like he did last night.
No matter how Su Yumo called out to him from the bed, he didn't respond.
Su Yumo's "daily call" was already very tiring for his throat, and after calling him a few times, his throat felt even more uncomfortable.
Seeing him walk towards the chair, she also thought about making do with him for one more night.
Although they cannot sleep comfortably, it is said that in a certain space, if there is more physical contact between two people, a single man and a single woman, the situation will be very passionate, and it is very likely that the two of them will do something like this.
She just didn't believe that as a mere mortal, he couldn't remain tempted by such an elegant and sexy beauty.
Looking down at the large bed, the soft blanket, and then at the hard wooden stool, Su Yumo decisively discarded his previous thought.
No matter how difficult the living conditions are, you must not compromise yourself.
Su Yumo punched the blanket and lay down angrily.
Nastu heard the movement in the darkness and slowly opened his eyes, his eyes dark.
He admitted that he had desire for her.
Maybe it’s because of her good looks, maybe it’s because of her unexpected counterattacks, or maybe it’s because of her bright smile on horseback today.
If she had only pretended to surrender, her death would have been very ugly.
If she really stood on his side, after killing King Yundan Khan and returning to Sengger, he would make her his great consort.
I don't know if she is willing.
After half an hour, Nastu heard the sound of her sleeping soundly and closed his eyes to sleep.
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When Su Yumo woke up the next day, Stu had disappeared.
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