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, Hongyi looked up, smiled happily, and took Tang Ziao's hand: "Can I ride a horse too?"

"can."

The guard brought a white pony, not as tall and strong as the others, the red clothes looked a little dissatisfied, and the steps were not cheerful: "I don't want to ride this."

"Want to ride those tall ones? Let's wait for a while, you don't know how to do it yet. Use this exercise, and when you learn it, you can choose any horse in the racecourse." Tang Ziao refused.

"Then I won't ride." Hongyi sat on the ground, pouted, and stopped talking.

"..."

After a while, he couldn't hear the people behind him talking, the face of the red dress suddenly turned pale, and he grabbed the grass on the ground with both hands, and pulled it out in a panic.

Does he despise himself?Biting her lip, the red dress was uneasy, for some reason, she knew that this person was very strange to her, but she couldn't help but want to rely on, act like a baby, and want to be willful.

But, maybe, I've gone too far?Disgusting?

Thinking wildly, a hand stretched out. "Okay, I'll accompany you, lest you fall." Tang Ziao hugged him, jumped onto a tall black horse, put one arm around his waist, and the other grabbed the rein, pinched the horse's belly lightly, and the horse swung Shaking his head, he took a step.

Walking very slowly, almost no different from spreading, Hongyi asked in a low voice: "Are you angry?"

"No."

"Really?"

"En." Tang Ziao responded, clamped the horse's belly vigorously, began to speed up, and ran towards the direction of the sun, with a few unrestrained horses running happily behind him.

The red-clothed face gradually turned red with excitement.The whistling wind blew past him, blowing away the heat from his body. He twisted his body, trying to let Tang Ziao loosen his grip on his waist, but he didn't let go at all.

"Relax a little." Hong Yi turned around and shouted in the wind.

"No, it's too dangerous."

Hong Yi pouted, and could only lean against his arms, feeling the arrogance of wanton running, looking at the horse full of vitality beside him, its vigorous limbs shaking and exchanging, and listening carefully, it seemed that he could hear the skin and muscles rubbing against each other. sound.He bent down, leaned against the horse's back, and grabbed the mane with both hands. Such a moment was something he had never imagined before.

After running for about a quarter of an hour, Tang Ziao tightened the reins, and the horse stomped a few times, and stopped at the edge of the grass fence.

"I still want to ride." Hong Yi gasped for breath, his face was flushed, and he stopped a little dissatisfied.

"Ride again tomorrow." Tang Ziao jumped off the horse, stretched out his hands to hug him, and put him on the ground.

"Ride for a while longer." Hong Yi raised his head, looked at him pitifully, grabbed his sleeves with both hands, and swayed gently.

Tang Ziao coughed lightly, looked away, and beckoned for the white mare to be brought over: "Ride this one, I'll support you below, and you can do it yourself."

Hongyi's eyes lit up, and he happily stepped on the stirrup and sat up. Without Tang Ziao's support behind him, he was a little nervous. He held the rein like a model, but he held the rein too tightly, causing the pony to suffer. Shaking his head, he snorted.Hongyi yelled, and grabbed Tang Ziao's hand for help.

"It's okay, don't tighten it so tightly, loosen it up a bit, and be casual." Tang Ziao took his hand instead and patted it.

"En." Hong Yi nodded and followed suit, and let go of the rein.

"Gently, pinch the horse's belly, lean forward a little, and don't hold the rein too tightly."

"Yeah, it's starting to go."

"Ah."

"Come here, I can't see you anymore." Hong Yi didn't dare to turn her head, and shouted tremblingly.

"Don't be afraid, I'm right behind you, take your time, you can speed up a little bit."

Hearing the sound of breathing close to his ears, Hong Yi's heart eased back.The calf exerted force, and the pony began to run wildly.Running tirelessly, Hongyi tried to turn the pony by himself. After learning it, he was enjoying himself alone, circling in circles, happy laughter spread on the unobstructed grass , has spread to the sky.

Tang Ziao stood on the edge of the fence with his hands behind his back. In his dark eyes were the large fire clouds that were approaching dusk, as well as the small, white figure that was circling or running.

That's it, willingly, just waiting silently, abandoning disturbing affairs and leaving complicated trivial matters.For a whole afternoon, looking at the small group that had grown up, his heart was filled with warmth, which made him truly feel at this moment that this lost child had really returned to him.

From now on, unless he dies in front of him, he will never let anyone hurt him again, Tang Ziao clenched his fists.

"Let's go back, it's time for dinner." With a few leverages, Tang Ziao landed on the side of the red clothes and pulled the reins.

"Well, I'm hungry." Only now did Hongyi realize that it was getting dark, and he played for an afternoon, rubbed his stomach, and stretched out his hands with a smile.

Tang Ziao was taken aback for a moment, then put his hands under his armpits, hugged him down, and smoothed his messy hair: "Go back."

After eating, Hong Yi felt sore all over his body as if he was falling apart. He rubbed his butt, rubbed his waist, beat his legs, and shook his arms. When he was lying on the bed tossing and turning, Tang Zi Ao came in, looked at him like this, and took out two porcelain bottles: "Take off your pants."

Opening the bottle, a cool medicinal scent wafted out. The red-clothed puppy sniffed it twice, and said with some embarrassment, "I'll do it."

"It's my fault. I forgot that this is your first time riding a horse. Your skin must be worn out." After finishing speaking, he just stood still and refused to hand the medicine bottle to Hongyi.

The red clothes blushed and lowered their heads, unbuttoning their belts carefully, and took off their outer pants and obscene pants to cover it up.

"Separate." Tang Ziao sat on the edge of the bed, supported one knee, and was about to separate his legs.

Hong Yi's face was so red that it couldn't be redder. He felt that he was about to smoke, and was about to grab the bottle of medicine, but he saw Tang Ziao looking worriedly at the red marks on his white and tender thighs.

The feeling of embarrassment and anger disappeared all of a sudden, seeing that Tang Ziao, who should not be moved by the collapse of the mountains and rivers, was worried about that insignificant injury on his body at the moment, the red-clothed men relaxed and opened their legs .

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Hong Yi lowered his head, and tightly grasped the hem of his coat with both hands, but no matter how he pulled it down, Tang Ziao's hands rubbing the ointment would inevitably touch his lower abdomen. Even more strange.

His face was so hot that he didn't dare to raise his head. Hongyi felt that his body, which was sore from riding a horse, would be even weaker now, so he leaned on the head of the bed.Feeling Tang Ziao's calloused hands holding the sword for a long time rubbed against the skin of his tender inner thighs with a layer of warm ointment, Hong Yi bit his lower lip tightly, feeling a terrible pain in his throat, what's the matter? The voice wants to come out.His whole body was dry and hot, and beads of sweat began to ooze from his forehead. With his head lowered, his uncomfortable panting began to speed up.

"Pain?" Tang Ziao asked.

Hongyi raised his head, Tang Ziao leaned slightly towards him, his black eyes stared at the fine beads of sweat on his forehead, frowning dissatisfiedly, he wiped the sweat on Hongyi's forehead with the other hand.The two were very close, so close that their breaths intertwined. Tang Ziao's body temperature and tall figure completely covered the red clothes, making him almost completely wrapped. Looking at his pale blue stubble Chin, Hongyi couldn't breathe for some reason, stretched out his hands and pushed him away violently.

Tang Ziao was caught off guard and looked at the red clothes in astonishment. After realizing his refusal and stiffness, Tang Ziao paused his hands in the air, then picked up the towel beside the bed and handed it to him, and said lightly : "Wipe off your own sweat, and be patient for a while, I will rub the medicine away, and it will get better soon."

Looking at the red dress who was about to bury his head in his stomach, Tang Ziao nodded slightly. After Tang Ziao applied the ointment on the other leg, he washed his hands with acacia, and was about to go out.

"where are you going?"

"You can sleep here, Dad, go to the next room." Tang Ziao tried to keep his voice as soft as possible.

"You're sleeping here too." Hongyi threw off the quilt and jumped off the bed, unexpectedly her legs had no strength at all, Tang Ziao caught her when she was about to kneel down.

"Go to sleep." Tang Ziao didn't say much, took off his coat, flicked his fingers, and extinguished the candle.

"En." Hongyi crawled into bed, grabbed Tang Ziao's clothes worriedly, turned sideways to face him and closed his eyes. After a tiring day today, he soon fell asleep. When he was dazed, he heard a sound. sigh.

When I woke up the next day, because the ointment was effective, the inner thigh was almost healed, and there was only one broken skin with a scar.After Hongyi finished drinking the soup bowl that Xue Wanyi handed over with a smile, she stuffed another candied date into her mouth when she smashed it. It was sweet, because the bitterness just now made the candied date even sweeter. Hongyi watched her gently wipe it away With water stains around his mouth, he picked up the porcelain bowl and nodded with Tang Ziao and walked out of the room.

"Well, where does she... live?"

"The small courtyard at the back." Tang Ziao dug him out of the quilt, and answered while dressing him.

"Why live in the back?"

It took Tang Ziao a while to say: "Your mother was taken away from you, and she cried for three days and three nights. Fortunately, some precious medicinal materials were sent from the palace to keep her. After that, she moved out, alone. In that small courtyard, I chanted scriptures, ate fast, and prayed for you all day long. In the past 11 years, there has been no interruption, and I have never stepped out of the courtyard."

Speaking of this, Tang Ziao seemed to have remembered something, and an indelible pain appeared in his eyes, and his brows were slightly furrowed, pulling at the scar on his forehead, which was extremely deep.

"Then can I go and see her?" Hong Yi asked.

Tang Ziao took the red clothes and walked to the entrance of the somewhat dilapidated small courtyard in the innermost part of the mansion before stopping. The wooden door has been exposed to the sun for many years, and mottled