The Sensory Animals of Ston Hill

The butler asked Master Allen whether he would prepare two horses or a carriage.

Although Stone Mountain and Maple Forest Grange are the closest neighbors, they are still far apart because they each own vast fields and vineyards.If you are a man riding a horse, you can get there in about half an hour, and if you take a carriage, it will take about three hours.

Alan Stone imagined the situation of sitting opposite this maid in a narrow carriage: face to face, four feet staggered, and every time the carriage bumped up and down, their knees would bump into each other.

Alan Stone suddenly felt his heart beating faster, and he was almost out of breath.

He absolutely couldn't bear three hours like this.

"Two horses, of course!"

Women ride horses differently than men.

After Alan Stone stepped on the horse neatly, he saw the maid holding the rein with one hand and the skirt with the other hand, and with the help of the pedals, she sat on the horse's back with great difficulty.The maid was obviously not used to the height of the horse's back, she held the rein tightly with both hands, and looked at the ground in panic.

Alan Ston sneered, and took the lead in driving the horse under his crotch forward.

Fortunately, he didn't urge the horse to run. Grace shook the rein slightly in a panic, recalling the balance trick William Ston had taught him, and trotted the horse under her buttocks to catch up.

The two horses stood one behind the other, separated by about two horse lengths.

Alan Stone had never ridden so slowly before. His horse didn't run at all, at most it just bounced its four hooves.

However, he didn't feel bored when he looked at the vast fields along the way.

The sky is getting colder, the grass has not changed color, but the leaves on the trees are already the most beautiful. When the wind blows, red, orange, and yellow leaves float down from the trees, flying all over the sky, and some fall to the ground. On the nose of the horse in front of him, it was so itchy that the animal tilted its neck, shook its head, and snorted.

And behind him, followed by a stupid maid.He didn't even need to look back, he only needed to listen to the chaotic sound of horseshoes behind him, and he could imagine her clumsy posture: her upper body was upright, her face was white with fright, her arms stretched out stiffly, grabbing Holding the reins, his knuckles are white.

Alan Stone poses a question: Does this maid wear a corset?

He had heard senior students at the military school discuss that all grown women, even in some sophisticated homes, wore corsets in the early stages of breast development in girls.

When he heard this statement for the first time, his face was red and hot, and his body felt a strange impulse, which made him excited and ashamed.

It was Helena that he pictured in his mind at that time—he shamefully thought Helena was a well-developed lady, and he recalled her ever-puffing breasts and straight back, thinking that Helena must have started wearing clothes early on. corset.

But now, riding in the fields, he was only curious about Grace.

This maid's breasts are extremely barren, flat enough to make him laugh; she is also very unmannered, except that she will raise her chest artificially in front of him, and when she sees her, her thin neck and thin waist are always in front of her. There is no rule of twisting left and right.

But today she seemed to be very self-disciplined, she kept her back straight and sat sideways on the horse's back, as if someone was holding her waist to keep her from moving.

Alan Stone couldn't help but wonder, did this maid also start wearing a corset?Just inside the dull-colored fabric on her upper body, tightly wrapping her body...

Alan Stone pulled the rein lightly, slowing down the horse under him, and almost stopped completely.

Grace quickly caught up from behind, thinking that he was going to stop for a rest, she was greatly relieved, and hurriedly pulled the rein, as if she had exerted too much force.

The animal under his buttocks had long been impatient with this clumsy rider. Being pulled like this, they immediately raised their front hooves in dissatisfaction.

Grace suddenly leaned back, almost screaming.

One hand blocked his back in time, the other hand grabbed his rein, and at the same time yelled skillfully, the deceitful animal immediately landed on all fours and calmed down.

In the fright just now, Grace actually let go of one hand and used it to hold down the hem of the skirt—his skirt is not a riding suit, and it is easily blown up by the wind.

Alan Ston quickly withdrew the hand on his back. Seeing his appearance, he couldn't help but sneered: "Didn't brother teach you how to ride a horse?"

Grace gave him an annoyed look, lowered her head and smoothed the hem of her skirt, shook the rein with both hands, and walked forward on her own.

Alan Stone fell behind. Looking at Grace's back, he twirled his fingers, as if he wanted to twirl the feeling of the straight back on his fingertips.

The two changed positions and walked one after the other for a long time.Alan Ston suddenly rushed two steps, walking side by side with Grace: "Why do you like daisies? What's so good about those flimsy wildflowers?"

Grace was immersed in the memories of riding with William Ston, and looked at him vigilantly and defensively: "I don't like daisies."

Alan Stone was really in a good mood at this time, and he was not angry when he was contradicted by this maid. He wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Grace: "Master Alan, I think, you don't want Miss Odor The Earl of Arundel has taken a fancy to it?"

Alan Stone was taken aback, and then his face became ugly.

Grace secretly mocked his hypocrisy.

This is Alan Stone's secret.He fell in love with his brother's fiancée, but later the fiancée proposed to break off the engagement, and the two families turned against each other, cutting off the possibility of him and Helena Odor.

This secret was indeed shady, but Grace had already seen through his mind two years ago, thinking that there was no need for him to keep it secret when they were alone.

hypocritical!Grace thought to herself.

But he still showed a sincere attitude on his face, "Master Allen, we are partners on the same front, and I don't want the marriage between the lady and the earl to fall apart."

"why?"

Grace put on her best innocent face: "I heard from Mrs. Brown that the Earl of Arundel can help the estate keep the estate. If war really comes, without the protection of the Earl, all the people in the estate will become beggar."

William Ston said in the letter that the Earl of Arundel is a hard-line fighter. Although he no longer serves in the army, he still has prestige in the army and has some friends in the court. This is what His Majesty said before. people.

Although her heart is sour, Grace vaguely understands the principle of the marriage of these powerful people—the prestigious and powerful nobles match the extremely rich nouveau riche, and the two parties exchange connections and wealth.

If Mrs. Ston could marry the Earl of Arundel, it would not only help the Ston family preserve their property during the turbulent years, but also be of great benefit to William Ston's future in the army.

Alan Stone looked at him coldly, and asked mockingly: "It seems that you have a solution?"

Grace bit her lower lip lightly.No matter how daring he is, he can't help but feel ashamed under the gaze of Alan Stone.

What can he do?It's just repeating the old tricks.

Alan Stone stared at his face that was gradually turning red, and suddenly realized something, his cheeks flushed immediately, and at the same time, he seemed to be irritated by Grace's shamelessness, and an unusually annoyed emotion arose in his heart.

He smacked the horse's butt with his whip, and galloped off alone, leaving Grace alone.

Seeing that he ran away in the blink of an eye, Grace was so frightened that she tapped the horse's belly with her heel and urged: "Ho!"

The horse seemed to have disliked him for a long time, and it raised its hooves and galloped without warning. Grace bumped sideways on the horse's back twice, then wobbled backwards, fell to the ground, and rolled away. After ten or so laps, he stopped and passed out.