The car moved along a cobblestone driveway, and Xue Jing looked through the window at the elegantly arranged scenery inside the manor, his fingers unconsciously tapping on the scabbard of the Crouching Rabbit.
"There's the stable, little junior brother, have you ever ridden a horse?"
Zhu Shanying pointed at a circular corral not far away on the grass, which had a row of wooden barns constructed, each pen containing vividly colored horses, and a servant was adding food to the manger with a big spoon.
"How about we go riding later? Just behind my house is the back mountain of the North City District, which is a great place for horse riding."
Xue Jing shook his head, "I can't ride horses."
Zhu Shanying's bright eyes were full of mirth, "Then that's perfect, I'll teach you."
Xue Jing initially wanted to refuse, but suddenly realized something, thought about it, and smiled:
"Alright, let's give it a try."
Zhu Shanying exclaimed in surprise, somewhat unexpectedly.
