Zhao Yun'er was afraid that the donkey cart would be too bumpy, so she told Xiao Mao, "Don't be anxious, Xiao Mao, let's take our time!"
However, Xiao Mao seemed to not understand Zhao Yun'er's words, and still ran very hard, just to show his uniqueness in front of the emperor.
If Zhao Yun'er knew Xiao Mao's psychology, she would probably be furious with Xiao Mao.
Zhao Yun'er's donkey cart didn't have a soft mattress, so her buttocks sat on the hard cart. The bumps made her feel sore all day long.
Zhao Yun'er herself couldn't stand it, let alone the pampered emperor.
He must have never been treated like this in all these years.
He looked at the emperor with some embarrassment and said to the emperor, "Master Huang... I wonder if you are too uncomfortable? Why don't you get down first and wait for your carriage behind?"
The emperor frowned slightly, his butt was indeed a little uncomfortable, but if he came down, wouldn't it be too shameful
Zhao Yun'er, a woman, could withstand such a bumpy situation. As a grown man, he couldn't be too squeamish.
So when Zhao Yun'er came back, she said, "No, Miss Yun'er, I'd better take your donkey cart. It's actually quite good!"
There was no carriage, so he could just enjoy the scenery of the fields.
The morning breeze blew on his face, which was very comfortable, and there was a faint scent of earth and grass in the breeze.
He had never noticed it before, but now he suddenly realized that this feeling and scenery were quite good.
Think again about the high-walled pavilions in the palace, how can you feel comfortable and comfortable in the countryside...
If it weren't for his identity, the responsibilities and ambitions he carried, he felt that a plain life would be fine.
By marrying a wife who is as virtuous and sensible as Zhao Yun'er, the family will probably be able to live a harmonious and beautiful life.
Unfortunately, these are just my own ideas and cannot be realized.
Zhao Yun'er responded coyly, looking at the emperor with eyes still filled with worry.
I'm afraid that after arriving at the county magistrate's house, the emperor's butt will already bloom.
The two chatted casually on the road, and the emperor was very curious about everything about Zhao Yun'er.
Some of the questions were asked with a hint of probing.
The more I get to know Zhao Yun'er, the more I feel that this woman is not simple and does not look like a normal country woman at all.
If I hadn't made inquiries in the village, I would have been a little suspicious of Zhao Yun'er's identity.
After running all the way, we finally arrived at the County Cheng Mansion.
The emperor was about to get off Zhao Yun'er's donkey cart, but sadly found that his butt seemed to be unable to move.
It hurts terribly if I move.
"Master Huang, what's wrong with you?" Zhao Yuner asked worriedly.
The emperor looked at Zhao Yun'er with some embarrassment. What could he say
You can't tell Zhao Yun'er that his butt hurts, right
His face couldn't help but blush. In all these years, he had never done such an embarrassing and shameful thing.
If this spreads out and people know about it, where will his face be
Zhao Yun'er saw something was wrong with the emperor's expression and almost guessed it.
"Mr. Huang, how about I help you, or you sit down and take a rest?"
"I... let me take a rest!"
"Okay, then I'll wait with you outside! Let's go in together later!" Zhao Yun'er continued to sit back on the donkey cart.
The emperor hurriedly said to Zhao Yun'er, "Miss Yun'er, it's okay. You can go in first. I'll wait outside alone!"