Мой первый муж после переселения душ

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"Wu Hui, you've gone too far." Qian Qing's voice, however, did not sound reproachful.

"Who told him to compare my divine steed to that lowly beast?" Wu Hui retorted, wanting to whip me with his horsewhip.

"You can't murder me! You must know I'm an idol in the hearts of countless young girls! A future pillar of the nation! A rising star of Dongqing! The future flower of our motherland. If you hurt me, how can you face Emperor Renguang? How can you face the people of Dongqing?"

"Ha, ha Ziyi, with your effeminate manner, you call yourself an idol!" I can't help but laugh at you.

"It's better than you looking like neither man nor woman."

"Stop arguing." Qianqing said softly, which stopped the transvestite from making a move and also made the hot-tempered guy restrain his sharp edge.

"Where's Clown Qian?" I asked curiously, as I didn't seem to see him.

“He has something to do today,” Qianqing replied.

"Aren't you and him inseparable, like fire and dream?"

Qianqing glanced at me disdainfully, released her grip on my hand, and shook her clothes in disgust.

Are you out of your mind?

Just as I was about to lose my temper, that annoying transvestite voice said:

"Ziyi, are you here to ride horses or donkeys?" It was a clear provocation.

Zi Mo continued, "I'm worried that my eleventh brother might get hurt, so I'll let him get used to riding similar creatures first."

"So this is how you train to ride a horse. This is the first time I've ever heard of it." I don't care if you've heard of it or not, the transvestite smiled maliciously: "I have a good riding technique here that I believe will be very suitable for Ziyi."

Before I could react, he used his whip to pull me onto his horse's back and carried me like a sack of potatoes, galloping wildly.

"Su Gu, slow down, don't scare Eleventh Brother." Zi Mo leaped onto his horse, afraid that he would fall off, and followed closely behind.

[Main Text: Chapter Eight]

Wu Hui and Qian Qing also rode forward on their horses.

The dust kicked up by the four horses blurred my vision again, and the dust blew into my face. I gasped for breath and said:

"Stop—you transvestite—stop now!"

"No, this is much better. Giddy up, faster and it'll feel even better." The transvestite ignored my struggles and lashed the horse's rump with the whip, the force of the wind threatening to tear my eardrums. My stomach was rumbling, and I thought, "Damn it, isn't this bullying me?" I yelled angrily at the transvestite, only to hear his unusually bright laughter.

I suppressed my anger, carefully observed the surrounding terrain, protected my head with my hands, and then rolled sideways off the horse, landing hard on the grass, rolling several times before finally coming to a stop.

"Eleventh Brother!" Zi Mo rushed to my side immediately and looked at me anxiously.

Wu Hui reined in his horse, looking bewildered. The transvestite looked surprised, while Qian Qing frowned slightly.

"Eleventh brother, are you alright? How are you feeling? Is anything bothering you?"

"It hurts, it hurts." I pitifully expressed my true feelings at that moment.

"Where does it hurt? Please don't let anything happen to you." Zi Mo picked me up helplessly and ran to the carriage waiting on the side, heading straight for the nearest clinic in the city.

The ladyboy sat beside me, looking at me with a hesitant expression.

Wu Hui grabbed his hair and pulled hard.

Qianqing stared at the transvestite. At this moment, I still had the audacity to suspect that Qianqing was gay and that her object of affection was a transvestite.

"Ziyi, I didn't expect it to turn out like this. I just wanted to scare you."

Wow! Is this some kind of scary game?!

The transvestite looked at me with annoyance. I pouted, gripped Zimo's shirt tightly, and said painfully, "It hurts, Fourth Brother, it hurts."

Zi Mo anxiously grabbed my hand, looking at me with pity. "Be good, Xiao Yi, it won't hurt in a little while. Your brother is here."

Zi Mo's handsome face was furrowed with brows.

"Yi, hang in there a little longer, we'll be at the clinic soon!" Wu Hui glared at the transvestite, his tone suppressing his usual domineering air, but revealing a hint of panic.

Damn! Now you're panicking? Where were you before? A bunch of ignorant megalomaniacs.

The group moved forward quickly, and before the carriage had even stopped, Wu Hui jumped off first.

A moment later, a doctor with a face full of injuries was dragged out, and he shouted, "Quickly, see what's wrong with him!"

The trembling voice whispered, "Master, please release me first, and I will treat the young master immediately."

Wu Hui kicked him in front of me and yelled, "Hurry up! Or I'll chop you up!"

This little brat is never cute. How can he be so rude to a doctor? In modern times, he'd be dead from being treated like that by the doctor!

The mustachioed doctor lifted my shirt and pressed down on my ribs with his withered hands, and I cried out in pain in response.

"Go easy on me!" Wu Hui kicked the doctor again.

"Yes, yes," the doctor said, wiping his sweat as he examined my injuries. No matter where he pressed, I cried out in pain.

"How are you, doctor?" Qianqing's indifferent tone carried a coldness that showed she didn't care about my injuries.

"Reporting to you, sir, this young master fell from a height, breaking two ribs and suffering multiple abrasions on his back. I will prescribe some medicine for him, and he will recover after three or four months of rest."

As soon as the doctor finished speaking, Zi Mo, that silly guy, hugged me excitedly and said, "That's great, that's great, Xiao Yi is alright, thank you doctor."

"Ouch! Brother!" Zi Mo quickly let go of my arms and laid me flat on the soft couch in the carriage.