Quickly wear, what should I do if the vicious cannon fodder is too stupid

Zhao Changyu led Fenghe's little white horse to a quiet place.

The vegetation here is lush, and wild flowers occasionally appear in the breeze.

There are small pieces of white, pink and purple here and there.

It really does look a bit like the scenes in an idol drama, so clear.

Fenghe breathed in big gulps of fresh air. The air was really good and made her feel relaxed.

Riding a horse in spring is really a great thing.

"Is this your first time riding a horse, Miss Feng?"

Zhao Chang met Feng He, who was holding the reins of the horse tightly and didn't know how to control the horse, and looked very unfamiliar. That's why he asked this question.

Logically speaking, Fenghe’s previous courses should have also included horse riding.

Feng He blushed secretly. The original owner was frail and didn't like sports like horse riding at all. So whenever there were horse riding or archery classes, he would usually take sick leave and stay at home, only coming to school occasionally.

If the Marquis's wife had not focused on the original owner's studies this year, the original owner might not have come back.

Seeing Feng He's embarrassment, Zhao Changyu roughly understood the key.

He chuckled and said comfortingly: "It's okay, I will teach you."

Zhao Changyu's own horse was also here, it was a dark red color, with shiny fur, an upright posture, and a majestic appearance, it was obviously a top-quality horse.

This horse is much taller than Feng He's horse. It looks very agile and majestic, and it seems that it can run very well.

Zhao Changyu taught Feng He how to give commands to the horse, how to effectively control the reins to determine the direction, how to pinch the horse's belly, and how to calm the horse.

He also told Feng He that riding a horse requires a balance between tension and relaxation and not riding for too long, otherwise the horse will be injured.

Zhao Changyu swallowed his saliva. In fact, what he wanted to say was that Feng He was so delicate and tender. If he rode for too long, the skin on the inside of her thighs would be rubbed raw... This seemed like...

Zhao Changyu's face turned red, as if he was thinking of something.

Feng He leaned closer and looked at him suspiciously.

Zhao Changyu took a big step back and his face turned even redder.

"you……"

"It's okay, I'm just a little hot."

"Oh."

Feng He drove his little white horse slowly, and the little white horse also walked slowly.

Feng He rode two laps and then got off the horse. Zhao Chang saw Feng He trying to get off the horse and helped him up.

As he got closer, he heard Feng He muttering, "Really? This saddle is too hard. My thighs are rubbed sore."

Zhao Changyu: “…”

What was he thinking about just now?

Zhao Changyu's face turned even redder.

Feng He sat on the grass to rest. He looked around, trying to find Cen Feiyu.

Why didn’t Cen Feiyu come with him? His head was sweating and he needed a handkerchief to wipe it.

Oh, right, the handkerchief. Feng He thought of the handkerchief that she had promised to return to Zhao Changyu.

He asked Cen Feiyu to have someone wash it and give it to him, but it seemed like he never gave it to him.

Feng He started to mutter again: "This Cen Feiyu is really incompetent! He doesn't even serve me all the time. Humph! I must teach him a lesson!"

Feng He felt tired after he finished talking, so he rested for a while, then stood up and shouted, "Little Bamboo!"

Zhao Changyu originally wanted to take Fenghe's horse to the stream to drink water, but was frightened by his shout.

"Miss Feng, what's wrong?"

Feng He said unhappily, "Xiao Zhuzi didn't even come with me. I'm sweating now and no one is wiping my sweat off!"

Feng He felt a little aggrieved as she spoke.

Zhao Changyu was stunned. He didn't expect this to be the reason.

so cute.

He couldn't help but chuckle softly and slowly walked towards Feng He.

"Okay, okay, Miss Feng, don't be angry. Let me wipe it for you."

As Zhao Changyu spoke, he took out a handkerchief. Feng He took a glance at it and found that it was similar to the last one.

Thinking of the handkerchief whose whereabouts were unknown, he suddenly felt guilty.

Zhao Changyu didn't move yet because he was afraid that his actions would offend Feng He.

But he waited for a while and found that Feng He did not move, so he carefully helped Feng He wipe the sweat off his face.

Feng He just felt guilty and didn't dare to look at Zhao Changyu's handkerchief, but he didn't expect Zhao Changyu to directly help him wipe the sweat off his face.

Feng He was really startled, and his thick, curled eyelashes fluttered.

Zhao Changyu tried not to look at Feng He's face, but just concentrated on wiping the sweat off his face. God knows his heart was pounding so hard that it was about to jump out of his chest.

Fenghe smells so good, and it smells even better after she sweats.

If Feng He heard this, she would definitely say: The original owner took a bath with flower petals and milk every day, how could it not smell good?

After wiping the sweat off his face, Zhao Changyu silently placed the handkerchief inside his underwear, close to his chest.

He won't wash this handkerchief and will keep it well.

[Ding! Favorability -5, cumulative favorability 30.]

Feng He was startled by the system broadcast, what?

He immediately looked around for Cen Feiyu.

It turned out that Cen Feiyu was not far behind Zhao Changyu, looking at the two of them expressionlessly.

Cen Feiyu was holding a three-layer wooden box in his hand, which was obviously his lunch.

Although Feng He was puzzled as to why Cen Feiyu's favorability had dropped, now was not the time to discuss this.

Feng He walked closer to Cen Feiyu with his hands on his hips. He said in a rather fierce tone, "Where have you been? I just had sweat on my head and you didn't even come over to wipe it for me!"

The expressionless face of Cen Feiyu was immediately shocked. He didn't expect to hear these words.

"I'm going to prepare lunch for the young lady."

Feng He looked at the three-layer wooden box secretly. He had just finished exercising and was a little hungry.

Forget it, I’ll punish Cen Feiyu later.

Cen Feiyu took out a piece of cloth and spread it on the lawn, then took out the food from the wooden box and laid it out.

Feng He sat on the cloth with satisfaction. He looked at Zhao Changyu who was standing beside him and sincerely invited him, "Come and eat with us."

"Okay, I'll take the horse to get some water and I'll be right back."

Feng He also wanted to drink some water, so he looked at Cen Feiyu.

Cen Feiyu's eyes were cold and he took out Feng He's water bottle and handed it to him.

Feng He drank a few sips of water to relieve the pain before starting to eat.

Zhao Changyu came back and sat on the picnic blanket.

Cen Feiyu did not prepare bowls and chopsticks for Zhao Changyu, so Zhao Changyu took them out of the box himself.

Feng He picked up a piece of crystal clear pastry, took a few bites, and seemed to be tired of it, so she handed it directly to Cen Feiyu.

Cen Feiyu didn't even look at it and put it directly into his mouth.

Zhao Changyu was stunned. He looked at Feng He and Cen Feiyu in amazement and said only one sentence: "You..."

Feng He looked up at him in confusion.

Cen Feiyu also raised his eyelids and glanced at Zhao Changyu indifferently.

Zhao Changyu continued, "You eat with him?" He pointed at Cen Feiyu.

Feng He swallowed the food in her mouth and said, "I can't finish it. I don't like it. Can't I give it to him?"

Zhao Changyu looked at Feng He hesitantly, always feeling that his actions would be counterproductive to the results he expected.

Feng He was full in a short while and he stuffed the bowl into Cen Feiyu's hand.

There was still a lot of rice left in his bowl, but Cen didn't mind at all and started eating directly from his bowl.

Zhao Changyu looked at Cen Feiyu with extremely cold eyes.

He has been following Miss Feng for so long, he must know how much Miss Feng eats, and she actually prepared such a big bowl of rice for him.

Sima Zhao's heart is as clear as day.