36. A problem on horseback

　　[You and Morgan start to play around. ]

　　[Perhaps knowing that no one will see you, Morgan's actions have become a lot bolder. ]

　　[To be precise, the hint is a lot bolder. ]

　　Morgan said nothing.

　　But that hand as white as snow slowly touched the back of Ian's hand holding the horse rope.

　　Her index finger and middle finger were slightly separated, forming a small space, and then she rubbed back and forth on Ian's index finger.

　　Ian knew what this meant.

　　"My Lady."

　　"Um?"

　　"Your hands are very soft."

　　Ian pulled on the horse's rope.

　　The good horse under the two people came to a slow stop, appearing docile yet steady.

　　"And I don't think that's going to be your softest spot."

　　"Ian." Morgan pressed Ian's finger, "Do you know what you are talking about?"

　　"If you are stupid, I won't know." Ian smiled slightly, "But if you are smart, you will definitely know."

　　Hearing this, Morgan let go of Ian's fingers, and she whispered:

　　"Ian, put your arms around me."

　　"Okay, my lady."

　　[You hugged Morgan's waist. ]

　　[That is the delicacy that makes people forget to leave no matter how many times they touch it. ]

[With your help, Morgan turned around gracefully on the horse. ]

　　"Ian."

　　Morgan patted the knight's face.

　　"Did you forget something?"

　　"You are now a knight to be punished by me, not a lover to enjoy."

　　"It's my bad memory, my lady."

　　"Yeah." Morgan nodded with satisfaction, "Then I'll punish you to answer another question."

　　The princess slowly fell back and lay on her horse.

　　Her full head of hair is scattered in the pony's clean and smooth mane, forming a two-color picture with clear boundaries, but without losing the beauty.

　　"Ian."

　　"You know?" Morgan looked at Ian above her, "It's not easy to get this horse to sit on another person."

　　"I need to let it know that you are my chess piece and a knight loyal to me."

　　"This process is actually not simple, nor is it stable."

　　"so--"

　　The corners of Morgan's mouth rose slightly, revealing a slightly playful smile.

　　Her fingers gently hooked Ian's chin.

　　"If the horse feels anything too strange, it will be frightened and run away."

　　"Stupid knight, how are you going to solve this problem while obeying my orders?"

　　"I'm curious."

　　"I see." Ian responded to Morgan's words, "It seems that I may not be able to solve this problem."

　　"But I think, Princess, you must have a way to solve this problem."

　　"Oh--?"

　　Morgan tangled her fingers in Ian's hair.

　　"But Ian, even if I know the solution to the problem, what does it have to do with you?"

　　"Yes, my lady, you know how to solve this problem and it may not have anything to do with me."

　　"But - for you, this will be the next key."

　　"Ian, what do you mean?"

　　"My Lady, you don't need to guess, I will reveal the answer to you now."

　　Ian completely let go of the horse's rope - this is indeed an excellent war horse, and it still maintains strict discipline even after the horse's rope is loosened.

　　As for Ian's freed hands, one held Morgan's hands, and the other rested on Morgan's waist.

　　"My Lady, I think I know where my hand can be softer than yours."

　　"And it will be the key to solving the problems we face."

　　"Ian."

　　The princess, whose hands were held, felt the hands of the knight who had thoughts.

　　She didn't resent the contact from the other party, but just asked a question.

　　"I guess you may not be proficient in all kinds of arts, right?"

　　"But there is always a need for new attempts."

　　Ian answered respectfully - he already had a solution to this problem in his mind.

　　"My Lady, are you willing to give me an opportunity to try to solve this problem?"

　　"You might as well give it a try."

　　Morgan's eyes reflected Ian's figure.

　　"I'd like to see how good your answer is."

　　[You and Morgan begin to discuss the problems on horseback. ]

　　[You touched something softer than Morgan's hand with your hand. ]

　　[You stroked it and suddenly recalled a beautiful shell you picked up at the beach one summer in the past. ]

　　[Its surface is smooth and clean, without even a trace of pattern. The shell is comfortable and warm. It is a beauty worth stopping to appreciate. ]

　　[That is a beautiful shell, you like it very much. ]

　　[The princess's legs are trembling. ]

　　[She found that she had underestimated the knight's accomplishments other than swordsmanship. ]

　　[She tried to save it all in a way that she recognized, but found that she was lost. ]

　　[According to the requirements of the problem on horseback, she knew that she was the answer at this moment. ]

　　[The problem used to embarrass the knight has now become her own difficulty. ]

　　[She lost. ]

　　[The garden of the Princess of Britain resounded with the sound of a clear spring. ]

　　The sun sets.

　　The princess's war horse lowered its head and ate young grass by the stream.

　　It didn't know where the princess and knight on its back were going, but this unburdened feeling made it feel extremely free.

　　"My Lady..."

　　"What?"

　　Morgan, who was being carried by Ian, revealed a pair of blue eyes from behind him.

　　"Do you have any objections to the fact that I don't want to ride a horse but want to ride you?"

　　"No, I have no complaints."

　　"Okay, then just be my horse."

　　Morgan gave a proud smile.

　　"This is your reward for winning."

　　The Cavaliers' First Law of Loyalty: Don't try to win the game on Morgan, it will be more uncomfortable than losing.

　　But Ian doesn't mind either.

　　After all, even if he changed his position, he could still smell her intoxicating scent.

　　This is enough.

　　but--

　　One thing still needs to be made clear.

　　"My Lady." Ian looked at the slightly unfamiliar forest environment around him with some confusion.

　　"Why do we come here?"

　　"In order for you to marry me." Morgan said unabashedly.

　　"I want to set up magic near the royal capital, and this is a suitable location."

　　"You will marry me in a very reasonable position under its influence, do you understand?"

　　"...My Lady the Princess."

　　"If you have anything to say, we'll talk about it later. Just wait until you marry me."

　　Morgan leaned her head on Ian's shoulder and whispered softly:

　　"Ian, you will never be able to escape from me in your life."

　　"I understand, my lady."

　　As soon as he finished speaking, Morgan turned around.

　　"What's wrong, my lady?"

　　"Ian." Morgan frowned slightly.

　　"There seem to be traces of other magic around here."

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