Chapter 89 White Horse

Kiss the emotional place, Bai Qi's movement stagnated, and then quickly covered Qiu Yao's petite body.

"General, Mr. Hu Yang has something urgent to see." Sima Jin stood outside the courtyard with his head down, and the breeze blew the black robe sleeves a little.

No matter how patient a man is, it is difficult to keep calm when he encounters this kind of thing. Bai Qi frowned slightly and looked back at Qiu Yao, who was shyly hiding behind her. His tone was a little heavier than usual.

"I know. Let him wait in the front hall. He will come soon."

"Yes." Still in a turbulent tone, Sima Jin turned around and walked away in the direction of coming.

"...it's all your fault." Qiu Yao was ashamed and annoyed, but she didn't know what to say. She had to beat Baiqi's back lightly, and the next second her wrist fell into his palm.

The white lips swept the corners of her mouth like water, and straightened her slightly messy hair with a confused smile, but she suddenly lost her expression.

"What's the matter?"

"...No, it's nothing." Qiu Yao shook her head and said, "Then go ahead and I'll go back to the room first."

The doubts in his eyes flashed away. Bai Qi answered and turned around and walked out of the atrium. Qiu Yao followed closely. The red clouds on her face had faded, but the emotions in the bottom of her eyes were suddenly more entangled.

The two walked back to back in the opposite direction. Qiu Yao's heart was slightly tight. How delicate Bai Qi thought was. How could she not notice the strangeness of her moment?

Qiu Yao took a deep breath, but what was the strange familiarity just now?

When, where, and who also used the same gentle way to straighten her hair on her temples?

No, she shouldn't think about this. Now that she has made up her mind to be with him all the time, she should not have illusions about the confused past, but even if she can't go back to the past, her heart that wants to understand the past remains unchanged.

Bai Qi didn't come over at dinner. Qiu Yao held Ali on her lap and fed him one by one. Soon she would go on an expedition with Bai Qi. She was really worried about leaving this little guy here. Thinking of this, she had no appetite, but it seemed that someone was more moodless than her.

"Are you more comfortable now?" Qiu Yao asked Ali to sit on her lap and put her feet on another stool. Yun'er was squatting and pinching her round calves for him.

"It's still sour..." He swallowed the last mouthful of rice reluctantly, and two tears appeared in Ali's little friend's eyes. Ah, doesn't your father like Ali?

Qiu Yao was slightly stunned and felt that her son was a little sad today. She took his words with a smile and said, "No, of course, my father likes Ali."

"But my father has never smiled at Ali. Today... Today, in that place, my father said fiercely to Ali that if Ali can't do such a simple thing well, Ali... is not his son." At the end, Bai Yichu began to cry again. Qiu Yao coaxed and coaxed, and she was not angry.

"It's really too much. Ali is only a few years old, and he said such heavy words..." Looking at the servants who cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks and exited the room, Qiu Yao's belly slandered for more than half a quarter of an hour, and the object who was complained appeared at the door with induction.

As soon as Bai Qi saw the posture in the room, he frowned again, "Has the training reached this level?"

"The first child is only three years old!" Qiu Yao looked at the man who walked into the room angrily. Yun'er and Xi'er retreated to the side knowingly. Ali cleverly drilled into his mother's arms and dared not look at Bai Qi. You shouldn't say such a heavy thing to him. If you don't do it well, it's not your son. How sad it would be for you to say so.

Bai Qi raised his eyebrows and came forward to hold Bai Yichu, who buried his head in Qiu Yao's arms, into his arms. "It's my father's fault. Chu'er will always be the son of my Wu Anjun."

Qiu Yao couldn't help but feel a trace of uneasiness in her heart when she looked at Ali, who timidly huddled in Bai Qi's arms, but this uneasiness was quickly dispelled by the smile on Bai Qi's face.

Handing the child in his arms to Xi'er beside him, Bai Qi was at the table, and his right hand joint hit the table rhythmically. "The day of leaving is ahead of schedule."

Qiu Yao's eyelids jumped unconsciously. She looked up at the beaver who was carried out by Xi'er. She couldn't help but look sad. "Is it because of something urgent?"

"Zhao Wei's allied forces attacked South Korea, and South Korea asked our king for support."

Is that so? So when will we leave? Qiu Yao also sat down and looked carefully at the white face of the candle flame.

"If Zhao Wei captures South Korea and reaches a cooperation, it is quite unfavorable to our Qin State. If you want to stop it, you should do it as soon as possible." The candlelight shook slightly, and a sharp cold light flashed in Bai Qi's eyes. "If someone hadn't interfered from it, I would have sent the troops to South Korea immediately."

Qiu Yao pondered for a long time, "So what do I need to prepare?"

"How's the equestrian lady?"

Horse riding? Three black lines appeared on Qiu Yao's forehead, "It's only a little bit."

Bai Qi turned his head, suddenly looked at Qiu Yao with inexplicable meaning, and then got up, "Take a rest early and go out with my husband tomorrow morning."

"Good." Qiu Yao secretly guessed the meaning of Bai Qi's complicated eyes, but she couldn't figure it out. She just vaguely felt that he was hiding something from herself.

Leaning on ** at night, Qiu Yao patted the back of the sleeping Ali, but she was not sleepy with her eyes open. She has always been unwilling to let herself think too much, but he is still secretive to her. Is he really so untrustworthy?

In the early morning, in the suburbs of Xianyang, the autumn dew is blatant.

She originally thought that Bai Qi took herself out early in the morning to relax. When she got out of the city, she knew that the so-called distraction was to practice equestrianism. However, thinking about it, going out with the army is not a child's play. Naturally, she can't ride in a carriage as usual, but this horse riding is really too much for a person like Qiu Yao with an unsound cerebellum. Difficult.

But when she sat on the horse, although there was some discord, the sense of strangeness did not come as she expected. Qiu Yao suddenly became a little excited and rushed out far away in the horse. Bai Qi rode another jujube red horse not far away, and then followed by Sima Jin in black.

She didn't expect that she was quite talented in horse riding. Qiu Yao waved her whip and walked fast on the road, but she soon found that the horse's running speed exceeded her control ability, and she began to feel uneasy. She wanted to tighten the reins to stop the horse, but found that the horse under her did not listen at all.

Qiu Yao finally began to panic. She wanted to look back, but as long as she moved a little larger, she was afraid she would be thrown down. The horse body was not as stable as the initial time. Qiu Yao couldn't help her panic and was ready to shout for help.

"White..." Before the word came out, Yu Guang saw a familiar figure and quickly arrived in front of him.

Bai Qi jumped from the galloping horse to Qiu Yao's horse, grabbed the reins in her hand, and pulled her hands fiercely. The horse's running speed immediately dropped, but soon recovered to its previous speed.

The wind made Qiu Yao's eyes shed tears, but the familiar temperature behind her made her extremely relieved.

Bai Qi was single and wrapped around Qiu Yao's waist from behind. He grabbed the reins with his right hand, then loosened his hands hard under his feet, and jumped from the running horse sideways. Qiu Yao exclaimed and only felt that she was held in Bai Qi's arms and rolled on the ground twice, and then quickly settled down.

"How are you?!" Qiu Yao came out of Bai Qi's arms, looked at Bai Qi, who got up with her, and walked around him to make sure that he had no injuries.

"It doesn't matter." Bai Qi patted the white clothes that had been stained, looked at the horse that was flying away, and his eyes were awe-bod.

"I'm sorry, it's all my fault..." Qiu Yao blamed herself.

"It's okay," Bai Qi turned around and looked at Sima Jin, who was leading two horses to follow. "Sent someone to catch the horse."

"I've already gone." Sima Jin turned sideways and led the white horse over.

"Bear that white horse here."

White horse? It sounded good. Qiu Yao was a little curious and inexplicably excited. Before long, a familiar figure entered her range of sight.

"Xiao Bai!" Qiu Yao couldn't help shouting out, and then stunned for half a second. He looked back at Bai Qi behind him, but he happened to walk in front of him, went all the way to the extremely familiar white horse, and then took it in front of him with his own hands.

"It seems that you still remember it. This is the horse you used to ride." A light smile appeared on his white mouth.

Qiu Yao touched the hair on the white horse's face with her eyes shining, and then raised her hand and touched the gentle wet eyes of the white horse. The horse lowered its head and licked Qiu Yao's hand with incomparable affection.

Qiu Yao let her wet tongue lick her palms, and looked back at Bai Qi beside her in surprise, "It also remembers me."

"This horse is called a horse, which is a rare thousand-mile horse in time, and naturally recognizes the Lord." Bai Qi folded his hands on his chest and looked thoughtfully at the intimate interaction between the man and the horse in front of him.

Sima Jin stood behind Bai Qi, and the afterglow did not move away from Bai Qi's face for a moment.

The ice and snow of the sealed mountain, the horse that sacrificed his body and rushed to the boulder, the splashing blood, the mournful sound of the valley.

Qiu Yao's attention was completely focused on the lost white horse, and she did not see the flash of Bai Qi's face at all.

The previous accident did not happen again. Xiaobai and Qiu Yao cooperated very well, as if the separation of those years had never existed.

Bai Qi followed all the way, and the emotions in his eyes were obscure and difficult to understand.

If one day she meets that person again, will she also return to him with a happy face, and then have no gap as before?

A small stone was thrown into Baiqi's heart lake, and the lake was rippated slightly.

"Oi, it's time for us to go back." He turned around and headed for the gate that had become very small.