Nan Yan had ridden a horse before, but she was not a very good rider.
After all, a proficient rider needs a horse for her to practice on, and a large field to gallop on horseback, and she has almost none of these.
Therefore, when she was riding on the horse, she was very nervous, she held the reins tightly and clamped the horse's belly, and did not dare to move at all, which made the horse under her seat snort anxiously.
Monk said patiently from the side: "You don't have to be too nervous."
"..."
"When riding a horse, you must feel the rhythm of the horse."
"Horses also have rhythm?"
"Of course," he said with a smile, "the horse's breath, movement, and every run are rhythmic."
"..."
"If you can find the rhythm of it, you can be a great rider."
Hearing what he said, Nanyan tried to relax and feel the horse under her seat. Indeed, she could feel its supple muscles rising and falling with her breathing. Touching its slender neck, she could feel the tenderness hidden under the fur. , full of vitality.
Monk said: "You try it first, let it walk for a while, and after you get familiar with the rhythm, try running around again."
"good."
Nan Yan nodded, then shook the rein in her hand, and the horse under the seat immediately raised its legs and moved forward.
One step at a time, but at a constant and steady pace.
Soon, Nanyan found the rhythm that matched it.
Monk said, "Try to run."
Nan Yan took a deep breath, then clenched the rein tightly, and shook again: "Drive!"
The horse under the seat was originally a fine horse. As soon as it heard the order, it immediately spread its four hooves and galloped forward.
Nan Yan was caught off guard, and fell back for a while, but immediately stabilized her figure, stepped on the stirrups with both feet, leaned forward, and mobilized her body with every gallop of the horse.
Soon, the rhythm was also closed.
She and the horse were almost inseparable, and soon ran a long distance around the field.
The wind, with the breath of green grass, blows across the cheeks, bringing a refreshing feeling.
Nan Yan couldn't help laughing.
Ever since she was robbed to the country, she hasn't smiled happily for a long time.
Monk was behind, seeing her, he smiled and said, "Okay, it's time for you to come back."
Nan Yan raised his voice and said, "Okay!"
However, when she wanted to tighten the reins to stop the horse, she found that the horse shook its head in disobedience, and instead of stopping, it accelerated.
Nan Yan suddenly panicked.
As soon as the horse's speed increased, she felt a jolt while sitting on the horse's back.
She tried harder to tighten the rein, but after a violent jolt, her foot slipped from the stirrup.
"ah!"
She let out a low cry of terror.
When riding a horse, if the two feet cannot step on the stirrups, the whole person is like hanging in the air, and it is difficult to control the balance on the horseback.
She fell back instantly.
Both hands firmly grasped the rein, so as not to fall, but this time, it seemed to irritate the horse under the seat, it let out a long excited neigh, and spread its hooves and galloped.
"No!"
Nan Yan panicked, her body swayed back and forth on the horse's back, even holding the rein tightly, she couldn't stabilize her figure, she hugged the horse's neck anxiously.
"Nanyan!"
At this time, Monk also saw that she was wrong.
Seeing her hugging the horse's neck, Monk immediately got on the horse and galloped over.
The horse under Nanyan ran faster and faster, and kept shaking her head, almost throwing her off several times. Nanyan heard the wind whistling past her ears, and at this moment she was so frightened that she closed her eyes .
At this moment, she heard a rush of horseshoes behind her.
"Nanyan!"
Monk's voice came in the wind, Nan Yan looked back and saw that he was chasing after him on horseback.
Nan Yan shouted in fright: "Munch, help me!"
"Don't panic!"
While speaking, Monk vigorously waved the whip in his hand, and his horse also ran very fast, and in an instant, it was already parallel to Nanyan's horse.
Monk held his own rein with one hand, and tentatively tried to catch her with the other.
However, it is simply not enough.
In order to prevent the two horses from bumping into each other, there is still a safe distance between them, and there is only one person's arm, which cannot be reached at all.
Nan Yan was already pale with fright.
At this moment, Monk frowned, and while riding his horse as parallel as possible to her, he said, "Nan Yan, give me your reins!"
"What?"
"Give me your reins! I'll help you hold this horse!"
Nan Yan suddenly panicked.
Now she is holding the horse's neck tightly with both hands, so that she can barely avoid being thrown off the horse's back. If she handed him the rein with one hand, she might be thrown off before he took it.
Hesitating in his heart, Monk said: "Hurry up, or it will be too late!"
Seeing him looking ahead with a trace of fear in his eyes, Nan Yan looked up and found a river ditch in front of him.
Oops!
Thinking of this, she gritted her teeth, wrapped one hand around the horse's neck forcefully, and fumbled for the reins with the other hand, tentatively handing it to Monk.
For the first time, the hands of two people almost wiped each other.
Nan Yan was almost shaken off.
"ah!"
She let out a cry of terror.
Monk said: "Don't worry, take your time!"
Nan Yan gritted her teeth, turned her head to look at the hand he extended, leaned over with all her strength, and stuffed the rein into his hand at once.
Monk grasped the rein all of a sudden, and pulled back forcefully—
The horse under the South Smoke Seat let out a long neigh.
Almost stood up.
Nan Yan only felt that she was falling over and almost fell down. She could only use all her strength to hug the horse's neck tightly.
The horse was angry and uncomfortable, shaking its head desperately and struggling, but Monk held on to the rein tightly, refusing to let go of it at all.
It became a stalemate of one man and one horse.
After a long time, the horse finally calmed down slowly.
Monk breathed a sigh of relief, raised his head and looked at Nan Yan who was hugging the horse's neck tightly and closing his eyes tightly: "You, are you all right?"
Feeling safe, Nanyan finally opened her eyes.
"never mind?"
In front of him was Monk's smiling face.
He nodded to her: "it's okay."
Nan Yan felt cold sweat all over her body, and when the wind blew over at this time, it was bone-chillingly cold.
Just as she shivered, the guards behind her had already rushed over on horseback, and hastily got off their horses to protect them.
Monk looked at Nan Yan who had lingering fear, and said, "Are you okay?"
Nan Yan said: "I should ask you this question."
Her eyes looked at Monk's hand, because the tiger's mouth was strangled with blood because of the grip on the rein.
Dye his sleeves red!
The surrounding guards were also terrified: "Your Majesty!"
Monk smiled lightly: "Skin trauma, it's okay."
As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly fell down limply.