Zhao Gongzi, who was crying, wiped his tears with the back of his hand, and scolded in a low voice. When he got off the horse, his legs and feet became weak and he almost fell.
The servant hurried over to support him and said, "Master, are you alright?"
Zhao Gongzi kicked over, "Do you think I'm fine!"
"It scared me to death just now." He Yan said, "It's all my fault. If I didn't insist on horse racing with the son, the son wouldn't be frightened." She was full of apologies and apologized very sincerely, "I hope you don't. Comparing."
Calculate? What can he count? The other party is his savior, how can he care? Zhao Gongzi smiled reluctantly, holding a sigh of relief in his heart, and then looking at the culprit's mount, who was still gnawing on the turf, he was furious and waved his hand: "This beast who eats inside and outside almost hurt this young master, dragged it out and chopped it! I Cut him into eight pieces and make jerky!"
He Yunsheng frowned slightly, and He Yan's smile became colder.
Horses, for a general, are not only mounts, but also comrades in arms that live and die together. They don't speak, but they charge soldiers with soldiers. They don't know how to communicate, but they neigh sadly after their master's death, and even go on hunger strike.
They are loyal to their masters as they love them.
The son and brother of the rich land have never experienced the cruelty of the battlefield, so they cannot understand the friendship between man and horse. Humans are divided into high and low, and a beast is not worth his hesitation.
"... This is a good horse," said He Sui, who comforted him, "Young master should think twice before acting."
"This is the young master's horse." Zhao Gongzi was so worried that He Sui just bumped into it. He grinned, "I can do whatever I want?" He took out a dagger from his waist and pulled it out. , the cold light flashed, and said: "I not only want to kill, but also kill here!"
The handle of the dagger is inlaid with a ruby the size of a pigeon's egg, and the scabbard is also made of gold, which is extremely ornate. Now the tip of the knife is aimed at the horse that is gnawing the turf. The horse still doesn't know that the owner has murderous intentions towards him.
Zhao Gongzi's eyes were full of murderous intentions, and he consciously thought of a good way. Since this horse frightened him and lost face, he slaughtered it here, first to vent his anger, and secondly to show his bravery and save some face.
He yelled at the boy, "Get it for me!"
He Yan's palm moved slightly, and unconsciously climbed up to the iron-headed stick around his waist.
She couldn't... couldn't see the horse die because of her. If you do, there is no reason.
The horse was held down by a few servants, and the headed servant turned his head and shouted, "Young Master, Young Master, we are holding it down! Young Master, let's do it now!"
Zhao Gongzi held a dagger, stepped forward, aimed at the horse's neck, the knife was about to fall with a cold light—
"boom-"
With a crisp sound, as if gold and stones collided, something fell to the ground, and He Yan quietly retracted his outstretched hand. But seeing that the dagger in Zhao Gongzi's hand had fallen, Zhao Gongzi was holding his wrist, and cried out, "Oh, oh, yo."
"Who? Who is it?" As he jumped in pain, he kept swearing, "Who the fuck is playing me!"
"it's me."
Someone's voice came from behind.
This voice... He Yan's heart moved slightly and turned to look.
But seeing two people coming behind him at some unknown time, they were both riding on horses. The boy on the left was wearing a licorice yellow round-neck robe with a slanted lapel. He wore such a striking color so vividly. His lips were red and his teeth were white. His smile was bright and his pupils were clear. Little Langjun.
And the young man on the right... He Yan's eyes lit up.
On a spring day, the color of the willows is as new, the ice and snow melt, and in the spring color of a city, someone divides the flowers and brushes the willows and walks on the flowers.
The young man in yellow was already very handsome, and this young man's eyebrows were even more beautiful than him. The face is like a beautiful jade, and the eyes are like stars. The eyes are gentle in shape, but they rise slightly at the end of the eyes, like the shadow of autumn water. It is a good color that is tempting, but because of the eyes, it looks like frost.
He is not as good as a young man who escapes, wearing a silver crown on his head, and his blue silk hangs down. Wearing a riding uniform in the color of Baicao Frost, the front of the shirt is embroidered with delicate Suzaku with gold thread, which is impressive. Soapy blue long boots, and a crystal sword at his waist. The white horse is golden, and the British and the British stand. At this moment, the right hand with sharp joints is playing with a dark green incense bag, and there is a ding dong in it.
What a handsome, handsome, fragrant orchid noble son of Wuling!
He Yan was sighing in admiration in her heart, and suddenly felt that something was wrong. Suddenly, she lowered her head suddenly, and the white gauze swayed slightly, covering her bewildered eyes.
I only heard the flattering and fearful voice of Zhao Gongzi: "It turned out to be Dudu Xiao... I'm rude."
In He Yan's mind, suddenly came to mind that many years ago, it was also such a spring day, Yingti Yan dance, Yangliu Swing Courtyard, she raised her head ignorantly, the handsome boy in white robe and brocade boots lowered his eyes from the treetops, even though his expression was full of expression. Impatient, still unable to stop the heroic appearance.
The spring is lazy, and the wind is beautiful.
Xiao Jue, Xiao Huaijin, her opponents in her previous life, former classmates, and also the famous right army governor, General Feng Yun.
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Jue: jue, second tone
Uncle is out, do you still want to dive? [Frowning]