In just a few short periods of mental journey, it was a road that Yanji walked out after going through all kinds of pain and suffering.

She doesn't want to end up in a miserable end like the original wife in the opera, she wants to live a good life.

Wuyao saw that Yan Ji's emotions had stabilized, and he was a little relieved. Human beings are different from her, a demon god. For decades, they revolve around family, love, men, children, wealth and power, no matter what. Any major change in any item will have a huge blow to them.

In order to better complete the task, Wuyao needs to carefully take care of this fragile human heart, so as not to let her collapse from the blow.

Next, she still has an important move to make, and if she gets this move right, she will not be far from the successful completion of the mission.

Thinking of this, Wuyao said to Yanji.

"Emiang, I want to go horseback riding, why don't you accompany me to the racecourse to relax?"

Hearing this, Yan Ji was taken aback.

"Er Niang hasn't ridden a horse for many years, why don't you let your brother accompany you?"

Wu Yao shook his head.

"My brother is busy, I want Er Niang to accompany me."

"Go, Er Niang, you haven't been out of the house for a long time to relax."

Wuyao grabbed Yanji's arm and acted like a little girl.

Yan Ji didn't want to go at first, but seeing that her little daughter was looking forward to it, she reluctantly agreed.

Seeing her nodding, Wuyao quickly stood up.

"It's settled, Er Niang, I'll pack up my things first, and we'll set off tomorrow."

After finishing speaking, Yan Ji didn't give Yan Ji a chance to refuse at all, turned around and ran away.

Yan Ji shook her head helplessly when she saw her happy and impatient look.

The next day, Wuyao took Yanji to the horse farm on the outskirts of Kyoto in a carriage.

Wuyao, who was dressed in riding attire, jumped down from the carriage in a heroic manner, then turned around and led out Yanji who was also in riding attire.

With a shy face on her face, Yan Ji blamed everyone in the racecourse for their different gazes.

"You girl, Erniang is already old, and you insist on wearing such a bright riding outfit."

Hearing this, Wuyao grinned.

"Emiang, you are not old at all, it is the time when the flowering period is in full bloom."

"Be bold, we Manchu women should be free and easy."

After Wuyao said it, Yan Ji lost the restraint she had at the beginning.

When he came to the stable, Wuyao personally picked out two gentle horses, and helped Yan Ji onto the horses. She took the reins and led her to slip up slowly. After she got used to it, she rode on her own horses. People ran side by side toward the racetrack.

The gentle wind blew against her face, blowing up the hair on her sideburns, and a sense of freedom spread in her chest. Yan Ji hadn't relaxed like this for a long time. She grabbed the reins tightly and clamped her legs together. With the belly of the horse, one person and one horse galloped away.

Seeing this, Wuyao didn't say anything to disturb her, but followed closely behind, keeping an eye on her safety at all times.

Yan Ji ran faster and faster, and the whistling wind blew past her ears. At this moment, she was like a free woman like the wind, rushing to the vast world.

I don't know how long she ran, but when Yan Ji stopped, she could clearly feel the beating heart in her chest, fresh and young.

"Loryn, Erniang is very happy."

Yan Ji turned her head and looked at her daughter who was silently protecting her all the time, her eyes were full of brilliant stars.

"I am also very happy."

Wuyao smiled lightly, breathing the fragrance of green grass in his mouth.

"Let's have a race to see if Erniang's horse skills have regressed."

After Wuyao finished speaking, he waved his whip and ran out first.

"Okay! Hahahaha!"

Yan Ji laughed and chased after her, and the whole world seemed to be filled with cheerful and brilliant laughter.

Tap the screen to use advanced tools Tip: You can use left and right keyboard keys to browse between chapters.

You'll Also Like