I am engaged in construction in ancient times

Chapter 158 Riding a horse

Galloping on the night road, the moonlight shines on the puddles on the ground, reflecting the shining silver light.

Ma Chongjin rode the horse all the way. Galloping at night is not an easy thing. He dared to drive at night because of his excellent horsemanship. The mountain road was winding and the mountain wind was whistling. He was surprised to find that there were no obstacles along the way.

The official road in Yangzhou was so well built that there was still a flat road even in such mountains.

The building of the villa was in front of him. Ma Chongjin tightened his legs and pulled the reins back. The horse raised its front hooves and galloped back. After galloping quickly, it stopped quickly.

He got off the horse and walked into the manor.

The night watchman in the manor seemed to have expected him to come and knew his identity long ago. Ma Chongjin suddenly flashed the handsome figure drinking in his mind and sighed in his heart.

I thought he was a rough man, but he could plan everything.

It's really not simple.

Ma Chongjin was taken to the yard where Yang Maoyan was staying.

The yard was elegantly decorated, with flowers blooming under the eaves, and the blazing lanterns did not seem lonely at night. The vines climbing on the corners of the wall grew slightly curved tender branches towards the moonlight. Ma Chongjin stepped into the yard, and the servants who had sent him to the villa retreated. The evening breeze blew, and there was a unique flower fragrance in the air.

The house was still lit, and the people inside were not asleep.

He looked at the shadows in the house, but he felt timid for some reason.

Ma Chongjin had a faint smell of alcohol on his body, and he suddenly felt that this scene was very similar to the way he looked when he ran away from home to see Yang Maoyan.

That night, there was also such moonlight and such flower fragrance.

Ma Chongjin hesitated outside. He looked at the figure on the window and could not come back to his senses for a long time. However, while he was in a daze outside, the people inside seemed to be waiting for the punishment to come. After waiting for a long time, the executioner did not come in.

Yang Maoyan was angry, and his remaining patience was exhausted. He quickly picked up his favorite riding whip, a rough whip with a blue tassel. He kicked the door angrily, only to hear a "clang" sound. , the people standing outside looked at him blankly.

Seeing the real person, Yang Maoyan was even more angry.

The riding whip in his hand shot out of the wind.

It was thrown head-on into Ma Chongjin's face, with a heavy "pop" sound.

There was blood on his face. He touched his face with his hand in daze. The blood stain on his index finger was shocking under the bright color.

The burning pain made him wake up instantly.

After so many years...my husband is still so hot.

Ma Chongjin was thinking wildly.

Yang Maoyan took a whip to relieve his anger. He hung the whip on his waist. He saw the wounds on the other person's face looking hideous under the moonlight. He couldn't bear it. He forcibly restrained the urge to rush up and apply Wen Sheng on him. Don't let him go. He turned his face away and pretended to be cold: "What's wrong? Why did you come to me? You shouldn't have listened to your second uncle and went to see Miss Yiyi at night..."