Qin Dynasty: Sword Asks the Bright Moon

Yang Ming's doubts did not last long. The moment he saw the 'Jing Salamander', he realized what happened in Ganquan Palace.

Disguise technique is used by Jing Salamander, Yuan Li, and even trap killers like Li Wu. It is a completely different technique that even acquaintances cannot recognize after seeing it, but is it used on Zhao Ji?

That was a completely different situation. No matter who Zhao Ji disguised herself as, she was still Zhao Ji, and she could not change her charming and lazy temperament.

"Hey, what are you looking at?" Zhao Ji, with a frightened face, slapped Yang Ming on the shoulder and asked playfully.

When she spoke, she even revealed her inner self.

"Of course it's about the beauty." Yang Ming smiled.

I have to say that the ‘Frightened Salamander’ in front of me really has a different flavor.

"Little slippery man, I thought I could deceive you." When Zhao Ji heard Yang Ming's teasing, how could she not catch it? She had already been spotted.

However, Zhao Ji was not disappointed because of this. If Yang Ming didn't recognize her, she might still be angry, but now? uh-huh! Isn't it natural for him to recognize you?

"What are you trying to lie to me about?" Yang Ming asked knowingly.

"What do you think?" Zhao Ji asked back, already walking towards Yang Ming, looking at the mount behind Yang Ming, and said: "Think about it carefully, I haven't ridden a horse for a long time, and my riding skills must be a lot rusty now. .”

"Nonsense, the Queen Mother's riding skills are obviously very good. No one knows this matter better than me." Yang Ming flatly denied Zhao Ji's hesitation.

"It's really not possible anymore..." Zhao Ji wanted to explain something, but she noticed the jest in Yang Ming's eyes and instantly realized that this riding skill was not the other. Even with Zhao Ji's boldness, at this time I couldn't help but blush on my cheeks.

"Let's go." Before Zhao Ji could react, Yang Ming had already picked up her waist and jumped onto the horse.

At Zhao Ji's exclamation, Yang Ming landed firmly on the horse and hugged Zhao Ji in front of him.

Zhao Ji's figure is considered tall among women. However, as she grows older, Yang Ming's height becomes even higher than that of ordinary people. Therefore, even with Zhao Ji's figure, she is still completely held in Yang Ming's arms. , looking from the rear, one can only vaguely see a second person on the horse.

"You're so old, can't you be more steady?" Zhao Ji said with lingering fear, covering her chest.

"Am I unstable?"

In Zhao Ji's exclamation, the war horse rushed out like an arrow. Zhao Ji's red lips opened in panic and quickly closed again. The wind was really strong.

Soon, Zhao Ji's fear turned into surprise. Yang Ming's mount came from the wolf clan prince Touman. As a people on horseback, the wolf clan is already rich in horses. As a wolf clan prince, Touman, among others, The mount is one of a kind, its power, speed, and appearance are all top-notch.

Therefore, even if it humps two people at this time, its speed is still extremely fast.

Zhao Ji's phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, and she felt that the scenery on both sides of the road passed quickly past her eyes, and it actually had a different kind of excitement.

"It seems fun." Zhao Ji turned her head and buried her head in Yang Ming's arms, suppressing her excitement.

"There is something more fun. Queen Mother, do you want to give it a try?" Yang Ming lowered his head and asked.

"Of course I have to give it a try." Zhao Ji said eagerly.

"The Queen Mother might as well try to stand up." Yang Ming said bewitchingly.

"Stand up? This is on horseback. Can you stand up?" Zhao Ji asked hesitantly.

"Of course, I will hold the Queen Mother's legs, so you don't have to worry at all." Yang Ming said.

"Then you have to hold on tight." Zhao Ji squeaked and began to try to curl up her legs on the horse, while Yang Ming used one arm to firmly fix Zhao Ji's waist.

Zhao Ji held her mount's neck, and with the help of Yang Ming's palms under her waist and hips, she stood up from the horse unsteadily. The wind whistling due to the galloping mount, beat against her body. Zhao Ji's face made her feel a slight pain, but at the same time there was an inexplicable joy.

Yang Ming looked up and saw Zhao Ji's raven-colored long hair flying in the wind. Although it was crazy, it also had a wanton beauty. The beautiful palace dress made Yang Ming understand at this moment. One thing: The so-called Xian'e Feitian is probably what Zhao Ji looks like at this time.

Zhao Ji discovered that standing on horseback turned out to be such an interesting thing. The howling wind, the scenery passing in front of her eyes at extremely fast speeds, the feeling as if she was about to fly...

Zhao Ji only felt that her heart was beating violently. The things she had fantasized about in her prime years seemed to have become a reality at this time.

"Ah!" Suddenly, Zhao Ji shouted loudly, regardless of the wind that hit her face and made her skin hurt.

But then she was given a breath of wind, which made her cheeks bulge.

After a long time, the exhausted Zhao Ji sat back on the horse. However, before, she had her back to Yang Ming, but now she is facing Yang Ming.

"Is it fun?" Yang Ming asked, looking at Zhao Ji, whose long hair was messy but her face was flushed.

What answered Yang Ming was not Zhao Ji's words, but Zhao Ji's actions. Zhao Ji hugged Yang Ming's waist with both hands, straightened up her waist, and put her head on the bed that was slightly dry due to the strong wind. red lips.

The Queen Mother offered her a kiss, and Yang Ming naturally accepted it calmly.

Gradually, Zhao Ji felt something strange: "You?"

"Is that possible?" Yang Ming lowered his head and whispered in Zhao Ji's ear.

"Do you want it?" Zhao Ji asked.

This time Yang Ming also did not answer Zhao Ji with words, but answered Zhao Ji with his own actions. The wide hem of the palace skirt was lifted up and turned into a world, covering all the scenery.

During a period of groping, Zhao Ji let out a long sigh. Zhao Ji looked at Yang Ming who was lying in front of her, with deep affection in her eyes.

But soon she stopped thinking so much. Although the bumps on the horse were an annoying thing, sometimes it could turn into a very interesting thing.

When Yang Ming took Zhao Ji back to Xianyang, the sky had completely darkened.

"Can you come down by yourself?" In front of the side door of Yang Mansion, Yang Ming jumped off his mount and asked Zhao Ji.

"My legs are a little weak." Zhao Ji said tremblingly.

Sometimes, stimulation is a good thing, but what if it’s too much? That would be better, but the price is a bit high, just like Zhao Ji, whose legs are weak now.

"Then come." Yang Ming opened his arms and said.

"You have to catch it." Zhao Ji said, but she mustered up the last bit of strength and jumped off the horse. Fortunately, a pair of advantageous arms caught her firmly.

"Hold me in, I don't want to walk anymore." Zhao Ji put her chin on Yang Ming's shoulder and said with a clear breath.

"Follow the order." As a minister, Yang Ming naturally has to do his best.

Hu Ji, who came after hearing the sound, looked at the 'Jing Salamander' who was carried into the courtyard by Yang Ming in astonishment. Although the face was not unfamiliar, she still felt that there was something wrong.

"Master, you are back, and Sister Jingyu is here." Hu Ji stepped forward and said.

"So you are that little Hu girl, not bad." Zhao Ji, who was still lying in Yang Ming's arms as if no one else was around, looked at Hu Ji and said approvingly.

Why, it turns out that you are that little bearded girl. Is this the first time we have met? Hu Ji made a small counterattack in her heart, but a flash of light suddenly flashed in her mind: Could it not be Sister Jingyu, then who is she?

"It's not just good, it's very good." Yang Ming corrected.

Yang Ming responded with Hu Ji's sweet smile.

With a caring little slave girl at home, Yang Ming naturally didn't have to worry about anything. After dinner, Zhao Ji, who had returned to her original appearance, couldn't rest and insisted on dragging Yang Ming around.

"I want to take a good look at our home." Zhao Ji pulled Yang Ming and walked around in the private, empty yard.

"Our home?" Yang Ming asked.

"What? Isn't it? I can tell you, I gave this place to you, so don't be ignorant of good and evil." Zhao Ji said angrily because Yang Ming didn't know colors.

"If that's the case, should I leave a yard for the Queen Mother?" Yang Ming asked.

"It's not a should, but a must." Zhao Ji said seriously.

"Follow me." Yang Ming pulled Zhao Ji and walked towards the front of the courtyard.

As the door opened, Zhao Ji saw a brand new room. The private furnishings were all new, and the decoration color was mainly red.

"Hey, which woman is this prepared for? You are really thoughtful." Zhao Ji looked at the furnishings in the room. Isn't the exquisite bed, wardrobe, dressing table and other furnishings a woman's boudoir?

"What's wrong? It tastes bad?" Yang Ming pulled Zhao Ji towards the dressing table and asked.

"Did you say that? Come on, who is this place prepared for? Not to mention Jing Salamander, I know that Jing Salamander doesn't like such gorgeous things." Zhao Ji glared at Yang Ming to show that she was very fierce. "Jie, you'd better not lie to me," he said.

"You'll know the answer if you look forward." Yang Ming asked Zhao Ji to sit down and said.

Zhao Ji looked forward subconsciously after hearing this.

In Zhao Ji's line of sight, the extremely finely polished bronze mirror reflected a pretty face that was both charming and sullen. The eyes on that pretty face were slightly narrowed, quite sinister.

Seeing the reflection in the bronze mirror, Zhao Ji was slightly startled, and then she suddenly realized that her slightly narrowed eyes widened uncontrollably: Isn't that her?

"Does the Queen Mother know the answer?" Yang Ming leaned down and put his chin on Zhao Ji's shoulder.

"You..." Zhao Ji subconsciously turned her face to the side, and all the words were blocked in her mouth. In the reflection of the bronze mirror, she could clearly see a figure lying upside down on the dressing table.