When the autumn came, the scenery was different, and the geese in Hengyang went about without paying attention, and the sounds from all sides were heard.
Thousands of mountains, long smoke and sunset, the lonely city was closed.
It was late autumn, and the further north they went, the colder the weather became. Zhao Ling was sitting on the carriage, and it was obvious that she felt a chill of her surroundings.
From a very young age, she longed for the feeling of a prancing horse galloping in the sky. Later, she got to know Yuan Lie and learned that there was a big horse farm in his home, so she visited him from time to time.
Under Yuan Lie's teaching, her riding skills have become increasingly impressive. Although not as good as Feiyunqi and most men, but among women, she still thought of herself as not weak at all.
