My lady, I'm going to rebel.

Han Zi?

Mu Zheng's heart skipped a beat unconsciously.

Does Li Lian know Han Zi?

And this Lu Ziqi, is he also looking for Han Zi?

Mu Zheng was a little stunned. Li Lian and Lu Ziqi were obviously enemies. Then which of them was good friends with Han Zi, and which one had a grudge against Han Zi?

If it was Li Lian, it would be easy.

But what should he do if Li Lian and Han Zi don’t get along?

Li Lian responded loudly, "Lu Ziqi, you don't need to worry so much. If I lose, the worst that can happen is that I'll share Han Zi's news with you. He might not choose you in the end anyway. But if you lose, I'm afraid you'll be unable to sleep every night, feeling anxious and worried. Haha, so it's you who's afraid of losing, not me!"

Lu Ziqi's expression remained unchanged. He glanced at Mu Zheng and said, "Just relying on your Zhuifeng and this groom, haha, you can beat me? Dream on."

Lu Ziqi deliberately spoke in a contemptuous manner, obviously wanting to provoke Mu Zheng, but he had no idea that Mu Zheng was already shocked to the point of being burnt to a crisp.

What did he hear?

Be good?

Is it what he thinks?

You know, ten of the twelve emperors of the Western Han Dynasty were homosexuals. Li Lian was so charming and beautiful, and he and Han Zi were a perfect match. But Lu Ziqi looked unruly, and I didn't expect him to be...

Wait, now is not the time to think about this.

How did these people know Han Zi wasn't dead? Didn't Han Zi go to Chang'an? Then where was he? No, I had to help Li Lian win this round. Only by gaining his trust would he tell me about Han Zi.

Li Lian, standing by, saw that Mu Zheng was unaffected by Lu Ziqi's words. Instead, he stared ahead, deep in thought. This calmness gave him confidence. "Alright, stop talking nonsense. Let me defeat you as soon as possible. I'm still waiting for the next trip."

"Haha, that's what I was thinking." Lu Ziqi's eyes focused: "Monkey, get ready!"

The tall, thin man supported the horse's back with one hand, pointed his toes, and leaped onto the horse like a swallow. This light movement made Li Lian's heart sink, but he still gave Mu Zheng a smile: "Brother Mu, don't be afraid. He is light, but his bones are not strong. Just do your best."

Li Lian's tone seemed generous, but it also revealed his lack of confidence. Mu Zheng could only nod in agreement, thinking that first there was the caravan's gift, and now there was the news about Han Zi, each of which was a real pressure.

"How to compare?" Mu Zheng asked.

"There is a wooden stake three miles away. Whoever gets there first wins," Li Lian explained.

Mu Zheng hummed. That was purely a matter of speed. Based on his understanding of the wind chaser, three miles was definitely within its endurance. As long as he controlled it well, it was not without its ability to fight.

"Hey." Lu Ziqi said sarcastically, "Boss Li, do you really not take Han Zi's news seriously? Since the stakes are different this time, the format of the game must also be changed."

Li Lian was stunned, while Mu Zheng saw a glimmer of cunning in Lu Ziqi's eyes.

He suddenly felt something was wrong.

Since Lu Ziqi tampered with the horse's feed, it proved that he attached great importance to the result of this competition, and it also indirectly proved that he would not compete obediently.

"Lu Ziqi, how can you change the rules at the last minute?" Li Lian obviously also realized this problem.

"What do you mean by last-minute changes? Last time you were the banker, you set the rules for the horse race. This time I'm the banker, so shouldn't I be the one to set the rules?"

"You?" Li Lian was about to argue, but Lu Ziqi interrupted him. "Why? You don't dare? If you don't dare, then follow the rules. It's considered admitting defeat."

Li Lian fell silent and looked up at Mu Zheng. Mu Zheng, without hesitation, stepped forward and said, "Then please allow Boss Lu to introduce the rules of this competition."

Ah.

Lu Ziqi chuckled. "We'll still use the gong as a signal, and the race course remains the same: three kilometers. It's just that there are two wooden stakes instead of one. And there are two red silk flowers on top of the stakes. Pick them off and return. Whoever crosses the finish line first wins."

It may sound like a small change, but anyone familiar with equestrianism knows that riding a horse steadily and picking something up on horseback are two completely different concepts.

Seeing Quan Xing's determined look, Mu Zheng suddenly felt fortunate that he had practiced horse riding and archery on Elephant Island.

"Young Master, I'll go check those two red silks." Cao Pengfei said.

"Hahaha. What's the matter, Manager Cao, are you still worried that I'm going to play tricks on you?" Lu Ziqi laughed.

"Hmph. My Zhuifeng was poisoned a few days ago. I don't know who is so despicable as to do such a shameless thing." Li Lian said sarcastically.

Lu Ziqi tutted twice, not at all surprised, but instead retorted, "So Boss Li's horse management is so lax? No wonder he always loses."

Seeing the two of them arguing over meaningless things from the past, Mu Zheng couldn't help but remind them, "Then I'll trouble Manager Cao."

Li Lian remembered his business after hearing this and nodded to Cao Pengfei, who rode away on his horse.

Half an incense stick later, Cao Pengfei came back and shook his head slowly.

Lu Ziqi still chuckled, "Since it's correct, let's get started."

The surroundings instantly fell silent. Quan Xing sat high on his horse, staring straight ahead, his back erect. Mu Zheng was no less impressive, his legs clamped around the horse's belly, his eyes determined, his momentum determined to win.

bang...

The gong sounds!

The two horses rushed out instantly.

Lu Ziqi's face changed slightly. According to past experience, Quanxing always managed to seize the lead the moment it set off. But this time, the two horses were running neck and neck, neck and neck.

"Okay!" Li Lian's eyes flashed and he clenched his fists. Mu Zheng really did not disappoint him.

Two miles pass in a flash, and normally, the horses will start to differ from each other at this point, just like when people are running a 1000-meter race, everyone will be very close for the first 300 meters, but then individual differences will appear.

Some people slow down their pace, some take smaller steps, some slow down their rhythm, and some breathe heavier.

However, Mu Zheng and Quan Xing were still evenly matched.

"It seems that this skinny monkey is worthy of his reputation." Mu Zheng has seen from this section of the road that the two are equally strong, but the opponent has the advantage of being lighter, so he can never get past him.

Quan Xing was also full of fear at this time. He had looked down on Mu Zheng, but now he couldn't get rid of him, which made him a little anxious.

Gradually, Quanxing's forehead began to sweat. Mu Zheng saw that his knuckles turned white, and he immediately knew what was going on.

This person has poor psychological quality.

Compared to him, a special forces soldier, the skinny guy's mental quality is completely rubbish. Since he is a scumbag, then Mu Zheng is the best at torturing scumbags.

Thinking of this, Mu Zheng withdrew 10% of his strength, and the mount under his crotch gradually began to fall behind, but not by much, not even half a horse's head.

But even with such a slight advantage, Quanxing couldn't help but smile.

Da da da.

The horse was running very fast. Quanxing took the time to give Mu Zheng a contemptuous look, as if to say, just you?

Mu Zheng frowned and looked anxious, but he was actually very happy in his heart.

People...

I’m afraid that I don’t know how to hide my weaknesses!