Zhen Ming touched his aching buttocks and scolded: "Toast and don't eat and drink, I'll starve you for three days, let you reflect on what you have done to your master!" If you don't know each other again, I slaughtered you and made you into horse meatballs! Oops...... This time I fell, and I'm really going to have to use crutches tomorrow......"

was scolding, and a cowardly woman's voice sounded next to him: "Treading blood doesn't like others to threaten it." ”

Zhen Ming turned his head when he heard this, and looked at the place where the voice came from, it was the woman who was stealing food that he met in the gang room yesterday, and at this time she was hiding behind the feed trough of the stable with a nervous face, and poked out a messy head to remind him.

In her hand was a piece of dry pastry that was the same as yesterday.

He glanced at the room not far away, and it seemed that she had just been eating in the room when she heard the neighing of horses.

Zhen Ming's heart moved, "You know it's called stepping blood?" ”

She nodded.

"Do you know how to ride?"

She hesitated, as if considering whether to answer, and finally nodded: "I used to feed it." ”

Zhen Mingku knew her concerns, stepping on blood was the mount of Shibi Khan, she was a Han woman, if it was known that she had ridden blood, she was afraid that she would be severely beaten.

He smiled and asked, "Have you had dinner?" ”

She smiled and shook her head, hiding the pastry behind her back with some embarrassment, he walked over and took her hand, she tried to pull it out of his, with a hint of shyness on her face, and said, "Dirty." ”

"It's not dirty, follow me."

Zhen Mingku said casually, snatched the dry and moldy pastry from her hand, threw it far away, and led her to the room.

"When you're hungry in the future, you come here, I'll invite you to eat delicious mutton, and you can teach me how to ride blood, okay?"

She was involuntarily led by him, laughed happily when she heard the words, and nodded: "Yes." ”

……

She was holding the millet corn sweet soup that Zhen Mingku scooped for her, holding a big leg of mutton in one hand, a mouthful of mutton, and a mouthful of millet soup, and she was very happy to eat her mouth full of oil.

Zhen Mingku looked at her quite interestingly from the sidelines, asking some questions about her background from time to time, but unfortunately she obviously didn't remember much anymore.

She ate half of it, but stopped, put the leg of mutton down, and asked her what was wrong, she said to keep it for tomorrow when she was hungry, which made Zhen Ming laugh bitterly, and asked her to let go of eating, and when she went back, she would pack a leg of mutton for her.

She smiled happily, finished eating, put the bowl on the stove, wiped her greasy hand on her body, with a hint of shame on her face, and gently pulled Zhen Mingku's hand.

Zhen Ming looked at her in confusion, and saw that she took his hand and slowly reached into the hem of her clothes, caressing her plump and soft breasts.

Although her hands were chapped and rough from too much rough work, her plump and towering breasts were unusually smooth, soft and full of gentle elasticity.

He understood that it was the only way she could thank him.

Looking at her shy eyes, the softest place in her heart seemed to be struck, reached out and hugged her in her arms, hugged her hard, and whispered in her ear:

"Don't thank me, I did it for you willingly, without asking for anything in return, you know?"

She smelled of horse manure, but he didn't think she stinked at all.

With a stunned look on her face, she gradually turned to shyness, and nodded lightly in his arms.

He let go of her, pulled his hand back from her plump and slippery breasts, helped her straighten her messy hair, and kissed her on the forehead.

"Eat quickly, teach me how to ride blood when I'm done."

……

Under the starry sky, on the grassland, a horse full of fire galloped happily on the uninhabited grassland......

The man on horseback was a woman in ragged clothes, with dirty hair and a graceful figure, and a crisp and joyful laugh from her mouth spread far and far in the desert.

Zhen Mingqiu was lying on the grass on a small hill, looking at her galloping down the hillside, infected by her happiness, and couldn't help laughing.

Her laughter was very similar to that of the dead Baiyi girl he knew, and they had something in common.

It is more than ten kilometers away from the camp of the Turkic khan, and it is late at night, so you don't have to worry about being heard.

In the end, she still failed to teach him how to ride the blood, the blood was like a tame loyal dog to her, as long as she gave a command, it would even kneel down for her to ride, but as soon as Zhen Mingku approached, it was as angry as a bull, eager to kick Zhen Mingku ten feet away with its hooves.

If it weren't for her by her side, Zhen Ming would have taken out his mobile phone early, and it would have rolled all over the ground.

She always scolded it very gently, telling it that Zhen Mingku was a good person, and it obviously didn't agree with that.

Just as Zhen was about to give up, she suddenly rode on it, rode up to him, and stretched out a hand to him.

Zhen Mingku quickly understood, she wanted him to ride together, so that he could get used to his presence. Sure enough, with her on horseback, although she was still reluctant to step on blood, she didn't dare to shake it hard.

Under her guidance, Taxue finally slowly accepted the fact that he was a drag oil bottle by her side that couldn't be shaken off, and reluctantly galloped on the grassland.

He wrapped his arms around her slender waist, his arms touched the lower edge of her plump breasts from time to time, heavy and unusually soft, his abdomen was close to her back, feeling the wonderful elasticity of her buttocks, letting her lead him to the distance of nowhere, a name that was very appropriate to her swelled in his heart, and he bowed his head and said in her ear: "Don't you remember your name?" I'll call you Ma Niu'er from now on. ”

She repeated softly: "Ma Niu'er ......"

Then he nodded vigorously and laughed: "Well, I'm Ma Niu'er, Ma Niu'er, who is suffering from her life......"

Zhen Ming smiled bitterly: "You can't call me Zhen Ming bitter in front of others, and you can't tell people that you know me?" In a few days, I'll sneak you out of here and go to a place where no one is bullying you. ”

"Yes." She nodded vigorously, "Do you want to go too?" ”

"Go, how can you miss its mobile food, and when you want to eat meat, slaughter it and give it to you as a snack......

Treading Blood seemed to understand his conversation with her, and hissed in dissatisfaction, causing her to giggle and comfort its frightened heart: "Don't be afraid, he lied to your ......"

As she spoke, she suddenly paused, glanced back at Zhen Mingku, who was behind her, with a hint of embarrassment on her face, and asked, "Does Zhen Mingku want Ma Niu'er?" But Ma Niu'er is too dirty. ”

Zhen Mingku's face was embarrassed for a while, and she was grinding against her buttocks, and it was inevitable that there would be a normal male reaction, and it was on her buttocks, but she didn't expect to be discovered.

Her words did not contain any lust and lust, and her eyes were as clear as a pool of spring water, but they made his heart warm, and he said: "Niu'er is not dirty at all, cleaner than anyone else...... It's too far today, let's go back. ”

Ma Niu'er smiled and nodded slightly.