Horse riding was actually a very dangerous sport. Especially among the trail-riding crowd, one often heard stories of this person being dragged to death, that person being rammed to death, or someone else being thrown to death.
In fact, deaths from being trampled by horses were the rarest, because horses knew very well that their legs were their most important asset. They instinctively avoided stepping on things that might endanger them.
Because horses had blind spots in their vision, collisions were quite common.
At riding areas set up in scenic spots like this one, however, it was much safer. The horses were thoroughly familiar with the grounds and generally would not be startled. Even when visitors urged them on, they would not run very fast, which was why such riding spots often did not even provide helmets for tourists.
Of course, every year there were always tourists who loved courting death. Being alive made them uncomfortable; if they did not do something reckless, they could not put their minds at ease.
Even Zhu Juntang could not compare to those tourists in that regard. After all, Zhu Juntang only acted up in front of Liu Chang'an. She was not in danger, but Liu Chang'an was very much in danger—heart attacks and cerebral hemorrhages practically struck him all the time.
"I've ridden a horse before." Yan Qingcheng followed behind Liu Chang'an. Although his gentle tone had not actually taken her opinion into account, Yan Qingcheng still felt unexpectedly flattered.
After all, among Liu Chang'an, Shangguan Dandan, Zhu Juntang, Bai Hui, and Zhou Dongdong, Yan Qingcheng had not fully integrated into their little circle.
She was still drawing a salary from Zhu Juntang. There was a huge difference between being staff and being personal friends.
Yan Qingcheng felt that the main issue was