C353 (1/2)

Four Nine was told to prepare two horses from the stables, one of which was a jujube red. The other, completely white, was specially selected for Lian Meng Yue.

He stood in front of the white horse and carefully examined the saddle and stirrups to make sure they were safe everywhere.

”Yi'er, I'm done …” He was holding the horse with one hand and examining the stirrups with the other when a voice called to him from behind.

He turned his head and saw his sister coming towards her, dressed in a narrow sleeveless red riding coat, a snow-white fox fur cloak, a jade band tied around her waist, her hair tied up in a bun, and a gold hairpin made of nine white beads pinned to her head.

She walked briskly toward him, facing the sun and the wind, a smile blooming on her face. Her cloak fluttered gently, and she gave off a charming and spirited aura, as if she were a fairy who had suddenly fallen into the mortal world.

Lian Fu's hand was slightly startled as his heart skipped a beat. It was as if his eyes had frozen. Her every frown and smile made his blood boil; he was so happy that he was about to be intoxicated.

”Can we go now? ”Tactics...” Lian Ruyue walked over. She immediately lowered her head, covered up his overzealous eyes, and said — —

”Alright, let's go!”

”Alright!” she said crisply.

The two siblings got on their horses and with Lian Fu at the front and Leng Mei at the back, they galloped towards the riding grounds in the outskirts of the capital.

When the two of them arrived at their destination, they discovered that there were already several fine horses galloping at full speed. The sound of hooves kicking against each other could be heard from time to time, and laughter could be heard from time to time.

When Lian Meng Yue looked over, she saw that the Sixth Prince Feng Yu, the Eighth Prince Feng Ye, the Thirteenth Princess Feng Yu, and the others had already galloped on their horses. Princess Thirteen's horse was much smaller than everyone else.

In the past, the person with her brothers was always the Eleventh Princess, Feng Linyue. But now, there was no trace of her among these figures. Instead, it was the thirteenth princess who seemed to be in high spirits and extremely happy.

Lian Ruyue couldn't help but slightly sigh.

”Go!” ”Giddy up!” Just as she was feeling emotional about this, she suddenly heard a wave of shouts approaching from the front. She raised her head and looked over.

She saw a man in an embroidered green and silver robe galloping towards her on a fine horse. He wore a white pair of leather shoes and a pair of black jade shoes. His hair fluttered in the wind, and he wore a white jade crown on his head like a descending god.

There was a slight smile on his face, and his eyes flashed with glazed light. His gaze had been glued to her body the moment she appeared in the stable, never moving away from her.

The black steed raised its high horse's hooves and galloped towards her as if it was flying. It exuded the most domineering aura in the world and the dust and dirt that flew behind it filled the air with its clamor.

The strength of his grip on the reins seemed to hold the whole world in his hands.

It was Feng Yunzheng!

He came to the stable, too.

Lian Ruyue got down from the horse and stood still as she watched him get closer. She saw that piece of jade with the good fortune of a peaceful life was shaking at his waist. At this moment, he was rushing towards her with all the memories of his previous life.

”Phew!” We're here, we're here!

Feng Yunzheng's two legs clamped onto the horse's belly. His body slightly leaned back and the horse stopped. It then turned around two times.