My Wife Is A Sword Immortal
Chapter 521 - 345 Pig’s Trotter! Spare this young master’s 8 hard abs!

Chapter 521: Chapter 345 Pig’s Trotter! Spare this young master’s 8 hard abs!

A few days ago.

Within the borders of the Great Li Dynasty, on a spacious imperial road.

A troop of horse riders was urging their steeds to gallop swiftly along the road.

It was late morning, the sky clear and bright with autumn sunshine.

From a distance, the troop appeared to comprise about thirty people. Upon closer inspection, one couldn’t help but be slightly astonished.

The beasts they rode were entirely blood-red, with pitch-black pupils, resembling the legendary horses from the mountains, fierce even in appearance.

At the moment, these "legendary horses" were extremely docile as they carried the riders at three times the speed of ordinary ones, as swift as the wind.

The common folks by the road, upon encountering them, mostly retreated early to the roadside to make way for these nobles.

Even though the horse troop’s aura was impressive, the riders’ attire was rather unusual, not resembling the luxurious official robes of the influential men from the plains.

The troop did not display any flags that might have caused the local citizens of Great Li to fear and speculate.

In the midst of the riders, about twenty were young men dressed as Confucian scholars, wearing aquamarine robes and jade pendants resembling white jade around their waists.

The remaining ten or so were mostly dressed as attendants and servants.

There were beautifully dressed maids with slender waists, as well as old servants and even some odd men who could handle a sword in one hand while riding.

Among them, however, there was a particularly striking figure that caught everyone’s attention.

She was a charming young girl, about sixteen or seventeen, not very tall but with a slender figure.

She had a remarkably handsome face, her soft, black hair tied up in a high ponytail, today dressed in a rather masculine blue outfit.

This strikingly pretty girl skillfully managed her horse, slightly tilting her chin upward, her hair fluttering in the wind in its high ponytail.

She drew sidelong glances from many of her companions in the troop, her striking figure reflected in pairs of eyes all around.

However, she paid no attention to the gazes of those around her.

With her peach blossom eyes unblinking, her focus remained entirely on the back of a young Confucian scholar riding ahead of her by a horse’s length.

At that moment, among the front riders, a robust man was about to turn his head to say something to the young scholar.

But the next second, his eyes twitched, and he quickly shut his mouth, turning back to check and seeing no stern woman nearby, he then let out a long sigh of relief.

He turned his head and laughed,

"Ha ha, Ziyu, it’s still more enjoyable down in the plains, where one can ride freely and at ease," he said.

"Ever since Meng Xuezhen returned to our Academy, all the students have been too afraid to even fart, all so damn proper. Every day, one has to look over their shoulder even when speaking. It’s so damn annoying. Whatever archaic rules Meng Xuezhen dredged up are suffocating. And our Justice Hall’s football, it’s unfortunate, she eliminated it. All our hard work was wasted. This time in Great Li, I intend to fully enjoy playing football," he continued.

This group was none other than Zhao Rong, Gu Yiwu, and their companions en route to Great Li.

They were merely a hundred li away from Tranquility Crossing where they had disembarked earlier.

Zhao Rong and Gu Yiwu, along with their servants and maids, were traveling on the imperial road within the Great Li Territory, heading towards the capital of Great Li.

Their luggage was all stored in the Sumeru Object, allowing them to travel light.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Rong glanced at Gu Yiwu and smiled faintly, choosing not to speak.

He touched the "legendary horse" beneath him.

This horse, with the bloodline of exotic beasts, was familiar to Zhao Rong; he had just recently learned its name from Gu Yiwu—it was called Dragon Colt.

On his initial visit to Du You City, it was the industrious Lu Wan who had appeared before him, driving a carriage drawn by a Dragon Colt.

Now Zhao Rong too was riding one, thanks to a certain Justice Hall student behind him.

This somewhat introverted student from the Justice Hall apparently had a not-so-small mountain-top trading house in his family; after disembarking at Tranquility Crossing, he had silently arranged for his family to send over more than thirty Dragon Colts.

Zhao Rong chuckled silently; indeed, the Mochi Academy was a place full of hidden dragons and crouching tigers.

The Dragon Colt was even more extraordinary than the legendary horses from the plains, capable of traveling a thousand li in a day, which was hardly challenging for it.

Zhao Rong estimated that they would reach the capital of Great Li in just a few days.

Thinking this, he suddenly turned to look at the girl who came along, one might say, returning home to Great Li.

She was treated as a maid accompanying Gu Yiwu.

Zhao Rong looked ahead, "Brother Yiwu, as for the football matter, you and your colleagues can decide on your own, just don’t let it interfere with our main purpose.

"Of course," Gu Yiwu replied with a laugh, raising his whip.

Zhao Rong suddenly said, "There’s a river up ahead, let’s rest a bit and discuss something," upon which Gu Yiwu, understanding, glanced at the maid in their group and nodded.

It was time to discuss important matters.

"Hyah—!"

"Hyah—!"

Soon, the troop halted before a clear river, and everyone dismounted.

Zhao Rong had just swung off his horse and hadn’t yet steadied himself when a petite and slender figure approached close to him.

"Don’t move just yet, Rong’er, your collar is disheveled."

Zhao Qian’er called out crisply, standing in front of Zhao Rong. Her small stature made it somewhat difficult for her to reach up.

"..." Zhao Rong.

He looked around at his classmates whose meaningful stares were fixed on him, and shook his head helplessly.

Then, Zhao Rong glanced down at his slightly disarranged collar, and then at the little girl in front of him who, in her effort to fix his collar, was almost clinging to his chest.