His father was as majestic as usual, but he still didn't smile at all when he saw him. His heroic posture on the horse was as heroic as the God of War in the sky, which filled his heart with reverence and admiration.
But when his eyes fell in front of his father's horse, his eyes of joy and excitement suddenly dimmed.
Shaobai was sitting in front of his father. His clear-cut facial features seemed to be painted. He was wrapped in a snow-white fox fur cloak. There was not a single hair in the whole cloak, and it was as bright as silk. It was hunted by his father himself. Made of a white fox that arrived.
White foxes are extremely rare, and a pure white fox without any stray hairs is even more rare. It is rare to find one in a hundred years.
His father always kept it like a treasure, but he was willing to take it out to make a cloak for Shaobai. His concern for his younger brother made Chu Shaoyang's heart feel sad and hopeful at the same time.
He really doesn't want much. He only wants one-tenth of what his father gave to his younger brother Shaobai. No, not one-tenth, that's too much. As long as a little bit as big as a sesame seed is enough, he will be very satisfied.
"Get on the horse!" His father's eyes turned cold when he saw him. He just said a word to him, and then he took Shao Baidi and galloped away.
He had short legs, so he managed to climb onto the horse's back with great difficulty, but his father and Shaobai had already walked so far that they couldn't even see their shadows.
Chu Shaoyang swallowed back the tears that came to his eyes, whipped his horse and ran wildly.
Finally, I saw the figure of my father standing in front.
"Falcon!" Father gave the order, and several falcons soared into the sky. Soon they drove out several hares and antelopes from the forest.
This was the first time he went hunting with his father. When he saw the prey, his heart was full of excitement and his palms were filled with cold sweat.
"What a cute little rabbit! Third brother, I want that little rabbit, I want that little rabbit!"
Shaobai clapped his little hands, pointed at a little hare and yelled at him excitedly.
This caused his fingers to loosen the arrow, and the arrow that originally hit the rabbit's heart deflected and only hit one of the rabbit's legs.
The little hare was brought alive to Shaobai. Shaobai was very happy. He hugged the little hare and refused to let go. He pulled out the arrow shaft for it and applied gold wound medicine on its wound.
At that time, my father's eyes were filled with a loving smile, and he stroked Shaobai's hair and said, "Shaobai is kind-hearted, just like your mother."
But when he returned to the palace that night, his father came to his palace with a sullen face and whipped him fiercely.
Although his face was covered with blood, he still glared at his father with stubborn eyes.
"Why did you hit me! I did something wrong!" He shouted in dissatisfaction.
"Uh-huh!"
A harder whip came down, causing his whole body to twitch in pain, but his eyes became even more ferocious.
"I've learned archery on horseback and on horseback for so long, but I can't even shoot a rabbit to death! You loser!"
The whips fell like raindrops, accompanied by the father's scolding.
Chu Shaoyang bit his lips and shouted: "That's what Shaobai likes, I can't kill it!"
"Trash! You're a loser! Don't kill anyone Shaobai likes. Who taught you to be so merciful!"
His father's curses were accompanied by whips, which made Chu Shaoyang feel heartbroken.
It was that beating that made him firmly remember what his father said.
"Those who achieve great things must be ruthless and ruthless and use any means necessary!"
That night, he endured severe pain all over his body and climbed over the wall into Shaobai's palace.
Shaobai slept soundly. There was a cage in front of the bed, and in the cage was the injured little hare.