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Chapter 220 The General Doesn’t Want Power, He Just Wants to Fall in Love 12

The wind rolled the red silk and black hair, and the sound of the wind in my ears was violent. Duan Ci's eyebrows were cold and serious, and his eyes were fixed on the figure in front of him.

He whipped the whip, and the horse sped up, catching up with the horse above and running side by side with it.

Qi Jin's cold brows were slightly wrinkled, and his face turned pale with fear. His long eyelashes trembled, like a frightened butterfly flapping its wings in the wind and rain, messy and broken.

"General."

He looked at Duan Ci for help, his voice trembling slightly.

"Don't be afraid. I'm here and nothing will happen to Your Highness."

Duan Ci soothes people softly, his voice is steady and calm, which makes people feel inexplicably at ease.

Qi Jin's face looked better.

The horse seemed to have eaten something and went mad. It could not be subdued, and the man could only be taken off its back.

Duan Ci saw the right opportunity, put his arms around his waist, exerted force with his arms, pulled him over and placed him in front of him.

Qi Jin was suddenly hugged and startled. He instinctively hugged his waist and buried his head in his broad chest, seeking a sense of security.

Duan Ci also held him tightly to prevent him from falling down due to not sitting properly.

He controlled the horse and gradually stopped, but Qi Jin's crazy horse had already run away to who knows where.

Without the noise in his ears, Qi Jin could clearly hear the young general's heartbeat, thumping with panic.

He could also feel the warmth of that man's embrace. It was the first time that Qi Jin felt so comfortable in a man's arms that he didn't want to leave.

"It's okay, it's okay."

Duan Ci's voice was as pleasant as ever, but with a hint of fear. I didn't know if he was comforting the person in his arms or comforting himself.

His hand had already touched Qi Jin's head, stroking it gently, as if to comfort him.

It feels good in the hand, the ink is soft and smooth like silk.

Qi Jin's figure was a little thin, his slender fingers tightly grasped his collar, and he nestled in his arms like a frightened cub seeking safety.

Duan Ci was afraid that something might happen to him, and was also thinking about the horse's sudden madness, so he couldn't help but hug him tighter.

Little did he know that there was no fear on the woman's face buried in his arms, only love for him, and her eyes were full of strong possessiveness.

Qi Jin didn't say anything, nor did he intend to let her go. He just wanted to hold her tight.

When the two returned to the team, Qi Jin's horse had disappeared. Now they were in a place with no village in front and no shop behind, and they had no way to get a new means of transportation. They could only ride the same horse.

Seeing that both of them were fine, Zhou Ningxu breathed a sigh of relief.

One is the prince, and the other is his brother. It would be bad if anything happened to either of them.

Before Duan Ci could ask, he told him what he had found out.

"General, no one has been caught for the madness of His Highness's horse, but we saw some crazy grass nearby. I think the horse must have accidentally eaten it, which is why it went crazy."

Crazy grass...

Duan Ci's eyes moved slightly, he thought of something, and his gaze suddenly fell on Qi Jin.

The look in his eyes was complicated, but soon returned to calm.

"Okay, got it, let's move on!"

He said in a deep voice.

Qi Jin, who was closest to him, didn't know what was wrong. He always felt like he was angry, but his temperament was still so gentle that people couldn't figure out his true emotions.

Duan Ci was of course angry, angry that he did not care about his own safety and picked crazy grass to feed the horse.

Zhou Ningxu glanced at the two of them. Hey, are they going to ride on the same horse?

He always felt that something was wrong. One was a minister and the other was a prince. This shouldn't happen in any way. But there were no extra horses, so it was understandable that they did this.

He wasn't dwelling on that, but was thinking about what to eat when he passed through the town.

Due to the etiquette among the ministers, Duan Ci did not get too close to Qi Jin.

He was feeling depressed. His wife was in his arms, but not only could he not kiss her, he also couldn't hold her too tightly.

Not long after the army marched, Qi Jin's head began to nod, and his eyelids felt heavy, drooping from time to time, and it seemed that he was sleepy.

Duan Ci's eyes lit up and he spoke in a gentle and warm voice.

"Your Highness, are you sleepy?"

Qi Jin turned his head and looked at him, as if observing the expression on his face. Seeing that he didn't think he was troublesome, he nodded slightly.

"If Your Highness doesn't mind, you can lean on me and rest for a while."

Seeing this, Duan Ci spoke immediately, as if he was afraid that the other person would not be sleepy in the next second.

Qi Jin blinked.

"Is it really possible?"

There was a hint of uncertainty and caution in his tone.

He was an adult man after all, and although he was thin, he was still quite heavy. No matter how strong Duan Ci was, he would feel uncomfortable if he leaned on him for too long.

"Of course, Your Highness can do everything here with me."

His tone was still gentle, but his words left no room for doubt, as if he was making some kind of promise to the person in his arms.