The reborn girl always wants to escape, but the abstinent marquis hugs her and coaxes her!

Chapter 47: What does leg shaking mean?

More than half of the people in the hunting palace went out hunting.

Only the chirping of autumn cicadas remained.

Because the weather was hot and humid, Xu Rongrong left the tent door open, and she sat at the table, carefully tracing the shape of the Sanguisorba officinalis, as if she was lost in thought.

The characteristic of the Blood-Drying Grass is that there must be another rare herb within dozens of miles: Yuhong.

It can instantly coagulate when it comes into contact with blood and is a holy product for healing.

Just ten miles south of the steep slope is Lie Mountain, where ferocious beasts roam freely, so it would be difficult to find Yuhongcao.

She impatiently curled the ends of her hair with the pen, feeling a little annoyed.

Mu Rong just stood outside the tent and watched her quietly, watching the smile on her face, the worry on her furrowed brow, and the playful look of the curls at the ends of her hair.

Wen Yao was the first to notice the person outside the door and stood up to greet him: "Greetings, Lord Marquis."

Mu Rong had no choice but to come in. He was now wearing lavender riding clothes. The sunlight shone on his back, making his entire outline appear to be shining.

But... Xu Rongrong frowned: "The Marquis is blocking my light."

Mu Rong didn't care. He walked over with a smile and squatted beside her desk. "The weather is so nice, why stay in the tent? How about I take you out for a horseback ride?"

His approach made Xu Rongrong retreat habitually: "My daughter can't ride a horse, so please go by yourself, my lord."

Ever since he met Xu Rongrong again, Mu Rong knew what perseverance meant.

He stretched out his long arm and pulled Xu Rongrong up from behind the table: "It's okay, you and I can ride together, and I can also teach you."

Thinking of the place he had just been to, Xu Rongrong subconsciously broke free: "Don't bother me, my lord. I like quietness."

After saying that, she rubbed her hands on her collar twice.

Mu Rong saw this small gesture, and his heart was moved. He took Xu Rongrong's hand and said, "I went to Princess Qingyang's tent to tell her that if she and Cheng Jintong had a fight again, I would not let them go. That's all. I didn't do anything else, let alone touch her. Please don't despise me."

Xu Rongrong tried to break free, but Mu Rong held her tighter.

His gaze was even more scorching and compelling, as if he was confessing something.

Xu Rongrong didn't want to hear the details of his relationship with Lin Jiaoyue, so she turned her face away and said, "Your Majesty is a noble man. You can say or do whatever you like to others. You don't have to explain it to me."

"How can that be? I've remembered every word you said to the Third Imperial Concubine yesterday. You said that husband and wife should explain everything clearly to avoid misunderstandings and rifts. Naturally, I have to explain everything to you clearly."

Xu Rongrong sneered, "But there is no misunderstanding between me and the Marquis."

"Yes, there are many misunderstandings between you and me..." Mu Rong placed her hand on his chest. "Listen carefully, it's crying out in grievance."

Xu Rongrong: "..."

"Now there is only you in my heart and eyes. There is no room for anyone else." As he spoke, his eyes were so scorching that they made her cheeks hot.

Xu Rongrong coughed lightly: "My Lord, aren't you going to go riding?"

Mu Rong smiled and said, "Let's go together."

Mu Rong moved very quickly and brought her out of the tent in a blink of an eye. Mu Ai had already been waiting there with a maroon warhorse.

Wen Yao hurried out. Mu Rong took the reins and glanced at Mu Ai. Mu Ai immediately understood and stepped in front of Wen Yao. "The Marquis is teaching the young lady how to ride a horse. You don't know how, so why are you interfering?"

Wen Yao dodged him: "Then this servant cannot abandon the young lady."

Mu Ai stood in front of her again: "Your daughter has reached marriageable age and needs some free space! Come on, I'll take you out to play."

"I won't go... let me go... let me go..."

Mu Ai carried Wen Yao and walked in the opposite direction.

Looking at the chestnut horse in front of her, Xu Rongrong knew what Mu Rong was thinking, but she was unwilling to ride with him.

But she also saw Mu Rong's stubbornness and knew that she could not escape, so she simply chose to go to the stable to pick another one.

Not long after they walked out, they ran into the third prince Wu Tianxiao and the third princess Mu Qianyin.

"Where are you taking Rongrong?" Wu Tianxiao asked him with a smile. "I'm going to teach Rongrong how to ride a horse."

When Xu Rongrong saw Mu Qianyin, she felt like she had found a savior: "I heard that the Third Royal Concubine is very skilled. Why don't you teach me?"

Just as Mu Qianyin was about to nod, Wu Tianxiao quickly replied, "She can't today."

"Why?"

"Her legs are shaking." Wu Tianxiao was quite proud.

Mu Qianyin: “…”

Xu Rongrong: "..."

Mu Rong: "..." The third prince seemed to be showing off something.

No matter how generous Mu Qianyin was, she couldn't help blushing at this moment. She turned around and left in embarrassment.

Wu Tianxiao quickly followed: "Why are you angry again?"

The two of them gradually walked away, and the lingering sound lingered around:

"I told you not to talk nonsense! Get out of the tent tonight." "How could I have said anything nonsense? You were just shouting that your legs were shaking..."

"I was... How could I say such a thing in front of Rong Ge'er and Rong Rong!"

"Don't be shy, Madam. They won't understand! Don't be fooled by Rong's tall stature. He doesn't understand at all!"

"..."

Mu Rong, who actually knows everything: "..."

……

There are many ponies in the stable for people to practice riding, and one of them is a pure white foal that is very cute.

Xu Rongrong fell in love with him at first sight.

"What's its name?" Xu Rongrong gently stroked its hair with her fingers.

"In reply to Miss Xu, it has no name. Please give it a name." The horse washerman in charge of taking care of the horse in the stable was smiling.

"Forget it, why bother to bind it with a name." Xu Rongrong patted its back gently.

The horse washerman quickly straightened the saddle and bridle for her.

Xu Rongrong was wearing a moon-white riding suit with her long hair tied behind her head. She looked light and graceful as she rode on the back of the white pony.

When Mu Rong first saw her on horseback, he was stunned.

"What are you looking at, Lord Marquis?" Xu Rongrong felt a little uncomfortable being stared at by him.

"I have discovered a human elf." Mu Rong praised frankly.

Huanmalang: “…”

He better take his leave.

This was exactly what Mu Rong wanted: he should teach his own wife himself.

Mu Rong personally led the horse for her, comforted her, and led her out of the stable.

He didn't climb onto his mount until she relaxed a little. "Don't be afraid. I'm here with you."

It's because of you that it's even more painful.

The little white horse was already an old hand at serving newcomers. It also sensed that the person on its back was unusual. If anything went wrong, it was afraid that the man and the horse next to it would not let it go. So it walked slowly and lightly, allowing Xu Rongrong to gradually adapt.

Xu Rongrong felt less anxious and quickly mastered the techniques of riding a horse.

After a while, he was able to jog on his horse.

Having discovered the joy of horse riding, some unhappiness was temporarily forgotten, and a smile appeared on Xu Rongrong's face.

She flicked the whip lightly, her eyes full of excitement.

Mu Rong watched from the side, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise.

Although the "Seventy-two Ways to Chase a Wife" states that if riding a horse, it is best for two people to ride together and let the horse gallop, so that the woman will feel dependent on the man during the bumpy and panicky ride, which will help to warm the relationship, compared to the intimacy gained that way, Mu Rong prefers her current heroic appearance.

I guess that book is of no use, so I might as well destroy it when I get home.