"You were too powerful when you brought me up just now." Rong Zhuo had nothing to say, "If it were me, everyone would have to fall off the horse."

"Why?" Yu Jingdu was probably a little absent-minded, and asked casually following his words.

"Because my core isn't good and I don't have enough energy." Rong Zhuo said, "You sat on a horse and leaned over to get me up, relying on the strength of your waist and abdomen, which means your waist is good."

He said that Yu Jingdu poked his body, and he couldn't help but tut.

Secretly, the psoas and abdominal muscles of "Blue Stone" are absolutely amazing.

Chapter 15

On the way back, Yu Jingdu controlled the horse very slowly.

Rong Zhuo leaned sideways on his chest, which was awkward at first, but then fell asleep against his neck.

The boy's even and long breaths hit Jingdu again and again, and occasionally sporadic airflow slid over the side of his neck, causing his thoughts to fly, and his heart to rise and fall.

In this way, Yu Jingdu controlled the horse to circle around the Zhuangzi of the Jiang family, until the boy in his arms was awakened by the grunting sound in his stomach, and he turned the horse's head back to the racecourse.

"I had a long dream, but I just arrived." Rong Zhuo rubbed his eyes, looking like a kitten just woken up from sleep, as if he would rub his head on someone in the next moment of.

"Dismount." Yu Jingdu spoke, his tone returning to his usual indifference.

Rong Zhuo tried to jump sideways, but he didn't dare, so he stretched out his feet to step on the stirrups.

But Yu Jingdu's foot was on the stirrup, he just stepped on the other's foot, so he used his strength to jump off the horse.

Yu Jingdu:  …

"I thought it was a little soft to step on, so it was your foot." Rong Zhuo sneered and stepped forward to help Yu Jingdu wipe the dirty shoe upper that he stepped on.

Yu Jingdu pulled the man up and said, "Getting off and off the horse is very skillful, but you also need to practice. If your legs are not strong, you will easily get twisted when you get up and down in the future."

"You're right, I must exercise hard." Rong Zhuo said hurriedly.

Yu Jingdu glanced at his lap, "But it's fine for you to ride in a carriage."

"What do you mean by that?" Rong Zhuo was unhappy.

Yu Jingdu didn't explain, and turned around and walked towards Zhuangzi.

Rong Zhuo followed behind him and tried to win his respect, "I'm still young. When I was growing up, it was normal for me to not take care of exercise. When I get to your age, I might be stronger than you."

Yu Jingdu paused in his footsteps, then turned his head to stare at Xiao Wanqian.

With his limited imagination, he couldn't imagine how the white and soft little dude in front of him would become firm.

When Rong Zhuo saw him like this, he felt guilty first, and lowered his head a little in frustration.

"You're good like this, why do you want to compare with me?" Yu Jingdu comforted: "I have a strong body, which I have cultivated slowly over the years. You are pampered and naturally different from me."

Rong Zhuo couldn't help thinking crooked when he heard him say "I practiced slowly over the years".

He secretly said, it turns out that being a servant can still make your body strong?

Yu Jingdu:  …

When it was over, seeing Xiao Wanqian's expression, he knew that he was thinking again.

When the two returned, Jiang Jiyan had already prepared the meal.

Rong Zhuo was so hungry that he devoured his food after washing his hands.

Because they spent too much time riding, and when they came back, Rong Zhuo slept on the horse again, so after they had lunch, it was already afternoon.

"I was sweating on horseback and wanted to take a bath." Rong Zhuo said to Jiang Jiyan, "Can I trouble you..."

"No trouble." Jiang Jiyan hurriedly said: "There is a bath room in the small courtyard where you live, just tell them to boil the water. There is a hot spring at the back of the garden, which is running water and is very clean. You can soak it if you want. A bubble."

Rong Zhuo's eyes lit up when he heard the hot spring.

Seeing this, Jiang Jiyan hurriedly ordered someone to show them the way.

Yu Jingdu didn't really want to go at first, but Rong Zhuo pulled him over.

The teenager felt that it was boring to soak in the hot spring alone, and there was no one to talk to, so he insisted on accompanying him.

Yu Jingdu had no choice but to get the clothes and towel, and followed Rong Zhuo to the back.

"Jiang Shaoqing's house is indeed a mansion!" Rong Zhuo couldn't help but exclaimed as he passed the Jiang family garden, "The roses in the capital have all failed, and they still have them here."

He looked at the servant who was leading the way and asked, "Can I go back and pick one? Just pick one and put it in the house to look good."

"Young master, just pick it up, if you like it, you can have someone help you cut a few branches." The servant said hurriedly.

"No need, I'll come back myself." Rong Zhuo said, looking at Yu Jingdu, "This is probably the last Chinese rose, pick one and put it in your house."

While they were talking, they arrived at the hot spring pool at the back of the garden.

Their hot spring pool should be artificially built, but because of the clever design, it looks very natural.

The water in the pool is clear and clean, and the walls of the pool are polished to be extremely smooth. At first glance, it is made by someone who can enjoy it.

"It's so luxurious!" Rong Zhuo took off his clothes without hesitation, and then stepped into the pool, "It would be great if you could spend money to get an annual card at Jiang Shaoqing's house. Take it easy."

Yu Jingdu averted his gaze a little, and took off his shirt unhurriedly.

But he dawdled for a while, but he didn't take off his underwear.

"You just soak like this?" Rong Zhuo looked at him and asked, "It will be uncomfortable."

"I like to wear clothes." Yu Jingdu said.

"Aren't you afraid that I will peek at you?" Rong Zhuo frowned and said, "I already told you, I..."

"You don't like men, I know, I've said it almost a hundred times." Yu Jingdu glanced at him, but his eyes didn't linger on him.

Rong Zhuo had been thinking about seeing him for a long time. After all, as a soft young man, he would always yearn and envy a strong and powerful man like Jing Du.