Reincarnated as a villainess: Tilsim Bertarini's revenge

Tame

"I am a horse tamer."

The young girl with her hands behind her back, still holding an iron-headed stick, naughty languidly swaying, in a relaxed tone.

"Tilsim?" Dad was stunned for a moment, then whispered a rebuke: "What are you babbling about?"

However, I did not even look at him but only stared at Duke and said, "Is Duke willing?"

Although this girl is covered with a veil, a pair of eyes can also tell that her appearance is not bad.

"You do not know how fierce this horse is. If you get injured because of this, I will be chagrined." He also kindly reminded me.

But his words just fell. The next moment, you can hear the girl laughing, the vermilion dresses as if flying rhododendron flowers with a fragrant wind. The next moment, only to feel a blur, the vermilion dresses like fluttering rhododendron flowers with a fragrant wind.

"Tilsim-" shouted in alarm, and Ben was also startled.

Strangely enough, gradually, the blazing horse no longer struggles, leaping up the front hooves and retracting in place, slowly quieting down.

The crowd was astonished.

"Tilsim, come down quickly--" Dad's heart finally fell to the ground, and he eagerly extended his hand towards Tilsim, "Don't fall."

The young man bit his lip, his face was a little white, and his voice trembled a little, "You ...... come down quickly! Do not want to live is not it?"

Duke was dumbfounded but suddenly burst out laughing, "I did not expect the girl is really a good fighter. In that case," he also turned on his horse, "how about accompanying the girl to a game?"

I reached out, a pat on the horse's buttocks, the horse raised the dust and went away!

"I can't believe you don't use a horsewhip?" Duke murmured, and then with a whip, "Go!"

The two horses splashed out a roll of smoke and dust on the runway, leaving a crowd of dumbfounded people behind.

Dad slowly turned his head and looked at Ben, who hastily defended himself, "Don't ask me. I don't know when she learned to ride a horse!

His daughter, he knows best. The piano, chess, calligraphy, and painting barely know some, dressing and grooming of the best, but when it comes to horse riding.... not to mention skilled, not to roll her eyes is good. Tilsim likes tea and, poetry, flowers, but she stays away from horse riding, afraid to break her delicate skin.

But she rolled onto the horse skillfully, as if she had already done it a thousand times, even more than her father had. The horse was also as obedient as a kitten under her hand, and she didn't use a whip. How did she do it?

The horse that Dad couldn't tame was as smooth as the wind under Tilsim, she was graceful, and because she was wearing a long dress that wasn't very convenient, she pushed it open to reveal the pants inside. Still, instead of being inappropriate, she had an indescribable downwardness.

Duke couldn't catch up with her.

Duke was a little annoyed.

He came to the schoolyard to make a splash. What's wrong with this girl? He couldn't lose to a woman, and her horse was untamed. Was he going to be laughed at?

No!

The horse was in pain and rushed forward, looking like it was about to overtake Tilsim.

The man who was learning to ride a horse at the age of seven for so many years, how could he not be able to compete with a woman?

His horse finally overtook Tilsim.

Duke laughed loudly: "Girl, you have to work harder!"

"Sir is so brave," my voice seemingly carried a bit of surprise, "This is also the first time I've been caught up."

As I spoke, I brushed my fingers against the wobbling iron-headed stick at my waist, and the horse of the Duke was in front, and my horse was behind.

The horse was frightened and suddenly stumbled. Duke was caught off guard, his hand was loose, and the whip rolled down. The next moment, the horse underneath it will not listen to the command, wildly running forward. Duke needs to figure out what to do, tightening the reins, all to no avail.

"Stop, stop!" He shouted miserably, dizzy from being upside down on the horse's back.

Behind him came the woman's eager voice, "Sir? Are you okay, Duke?"

"Save ...... save me!" Duke was so frightened that his voice turned into a crying voice, "Tell it to stop !"

In the distance, Ben frowned and said, "What's wrong? Why do I hear that Duke shouting for help?"

He was startled to see the two horses at the end of the track, running back towards them, and Duke's horse was in the front, but his hands did not have a whip; instead, he was holding the reins tightly and crying to the ground. Behind them, Tilsim called out anxiously, but on the horse back but as steady as a mountain?

"Duke's horse seems to be frightened." Dad hurriedly went to the stables to get the horse, "I'll go help!"

Duke's voice is harsh. I free a hand to pull out the ears. So noisy.

He is such an arrogant kid. Not to scare him to death, I am not called Tilsit. When the military recruits, there is no shortage of people who think they are superior and gifted, but in the end, they are still obedient to recognize the reality. In this world, in the end, there are people outside the sky who behave or do a little low-key good.

I flew off the horse, one hand across the iron-headed stick in front of the neck of Duke's horse, and the horse was stopped abruptly, and my footsteps were stopped, stood up in place. I pulled the reins and shouted: "Phew..."

The horses quieted down.

The wind moved, rolling up the white veil on my face, a glimpse, revealing my face, only for a moment, soon covered by a haze of white.

"There." I said to the man hiding in tears on the horse's back, "You can come down now, Duke."

"Woo-oo-oo-oo-"

Duk wailed and cried.