Ignoring the screams from the foreign woman on the horse, Wang Chao spread his hands and gently put down the fat and strong horse. Then, with a flash of his body, he returned to standing behind Zhang Tong, seemingly not moving at all. Passed mediocre.
He lifted the horse and threw the horse to catch the horse. He was so important, as easy and effortless as playing with a puppy and a kitten, and Xia Yu who was next to him was stunned.
"Princess Zara... Didn't scare you." Zhang Tong saw the foreign woman on the horse clearly, and ran up quickly, reaching out to support her.
"NO, NO. NO." The foreign woman said a few words of no in succession, her legs pinched the horse's stomach, and she jumped off the horse lightly, her eyes were fixed on Wang Chao, her blue eyes It showed weirdness and nervousness inside, and at the same time, the longbow and sharp arrow she drew aimed at Wang Chao, as if she was facing an enemy.
It was clear that she had recovered quickly from her initial surprise and was ready for battle. It shows a very good contingency quality and bow horse riding skills.
"This is my bodyguard and friend... It was just a misunderstanding." Zhang Tong quickly explained in English.
"NO, NO..." Although she understood Zhang Tong's explanation, the foreign woman obviously didn't listen, with a look of dislike on her face, and the bow and arrow in her hand was still pointing at Wang Chao, the bow and arrow were tightly bowed, It looks like it's about to launch at any time.
Seeing that the explanation was useless, Zhang Tong waved his hand and walked to Wang Chao's side: "This is Princess Zara of the British royal family who is famous for her riding skills. Her horse may have lost control just now. It was a misunderstanding."
"I am only responsible for your safety. The rest of the matter is out of my consideration." Wang Chao didn't care about being pointed at with a bow and arrow, and said to Zhang Tong that he just let him know that the woman on the horse is a member of the British royal family. princess. But to him, it was nothing. Rockefeller Willie was not necessarily worse than this princess. Not to mention that this woman was riding a horse and ramming Zhang Tong's safety, more importantly, Wang Chao didn't want to see the unscrupulous posture of these foreign devils riding tall horses.
"This woman really doesn't look good." While Wang Chao was speaking, he also looked at the princess's appearance. She had a tall nose, sunken eye sockets, and a relatively long face. She matched it with a dark blue hat and vest. , Riding boots, male or female.
Seeing this princess, Wang Chao understood how big the gap between reality and ideal was.
TA TA TA TA TA TA! Just as the princess opened her bow and arrow, horseshoes came from behind suddenly, and several same big ocean horses carrying several knights appeared from the green and grassy hillside.
This large horse farm has many man-made hills to increase the difficulty of riding. However, this also blocked a lot of sight, so at the moment when Wang Chao threw his horse to catch the horse, only the three women present saw it. The latecomers did not see such an astonishing scene.
"Zara? What's the matter?" At the same time, just as the group of knights came down from the gallop, they saw the scene where the princess pointed at Wang Chao with her bow and arrow. , neatly jumped off the horse. The riding skills of each one are simply amazing.
These knights are almost all young Caucasians, each with a noble temperament, but there is an obvious wildness in their bodies, which makes people subconsciously feel that these young people are extremely aggressive.
A group of aggressive young capitalist aristocrats.
Coming to this racecourse, all the people who rode horses and archery with the British princess were of course nobles, ordinary people don't have this opportunity.
But what Wang Chao noticed was that at the end of this group of young people, there was a yellow man, but he was not very conspicuous. Indeed, among a large group of obviously aggressive white youths, it was not easy for this yellow youth with a faint breath to be spotted.
As imagined, after the princess is frightened, a group of noble knights will always compete to protect the flowers.
After dismounting from their horses, this group of young white nobles surrounded Wang Chao, Zhang Tong, and Xia Yu. A tall Caucasian young man in riding uniform came over, aimed at Wang Chao, with a confident and contemptuous smile on his face, and spit out a series of French words from his mouth.
"Hello, yellow man, you have offended our beautiful and noble princess. You have made a huge and unforgivable mistake. But now in the racecourse, you must abide by the spirit of chivalry, so I am not going to ask bodyguards and police to arrest you To drive them out, but to challenge you according to the rules of knights, if you lose, you have to kneel down to apologize to Her Royal Highness, and ask for her pardon."
Zhang Tong was beside him, translating word by word to Wang Chao in front of Wang Chao.
Wang Chao only knows a few words in English, but he doesn't know anything in French. Of course, Zhang Tong is needed to translate.
"Are these people poisoned by princesses and knights?" Wang Chao knew that the nobles in these western countries had some very rigid and weird characters, and some put on airs. It is similar to the weird rules of those big families in the old Chinese society.
"France has also gone through several great revolutions, and the emperors were sent to the guillotine. Why haven't these aristocratic pretentiousness been eradicated? It has become the fashion of the upper class?" Wang Chao asked Zhang Tong.
Zhang Tong shrugged indifferently: "This is their culture."
"Chinese?" As if he understood the conversation between Wang Chao and Zhang Tong, the tall white French young man smiled contemptuously, and put his hands in a karate pose: "Are you laughing at our chivalry? But I I heard that your martial art also has the same rules as our chivalry, what is it called a martial arts competition? Come, let's duel."
"This air is not very good, let me do it, you do it, anti-aircraft guns hit mosquitoes." Zhang Tong said to Wang Chao.
"Beautiful lady, you want to fight me instead of him?" The French youth laughed and made a strange expression. "However, I don't do it with women, especially a beautiful woman like you. How about we drink afternoon tea, chat, and spend a romantic night together?"
"Very good, very good." Zhang Tong narrowed his eyes suddenly, pressed two fingers on his ribs, and made a Wudang sword technique.
"Miss Zhang Tong, the true heir of the Wudang Nine Palace Sword, fought with a foreigner who is not yet a master of karate. It is a joke to spread it." Suddenly, a faint voice came from behind.
It was the yellow-skinned young man who rode a horse among a group of white people just now and came out.
Wang Chao looked at the young man's fluent Chinese, which was also mixed with Beijing movies. Obviously, it must be a certain prince in China, who belongs to the red aristocrats. In recent years, some descendants of high-ranking officials in China have also begun to make friends with aristocratic circles in Europe and America, and participated in some aristocratic gatherings abroad, small salons, and equestrian sports like this. Not lacking.
So as soon as this yellow-skinned young man opened his mouth, Wang Chao guessed his origin in all likelihood.
"Who are you?"
Zhang Tong looked at this yellow-skinned young man suspiciously, obviously not knowing him very well.
"Miss Zhang doesn't know me, but the only Chinese director in the senior management of the Chanel Group, a hidden rich man who owns 5% of the company's shares, and a funder of the French Wudang Swordsmanship Dojo. You are very famous in the French Chinese circle. The legendary woman. How could I not know?"
The young man walked up to Zhang Tong, "My name is Yan Xiaolang. Let me get rid of this knight for you. There are some people in this group who are not easy to mess with, and it is difficult to deal with it if it is broken."
As he said that, the young man named Yan Xiaolang turned his head and spoke in fluent French to the French youth who asked for a duel: "Kan, didn't you laugh at my riding skills? In fact, we Chinese pay attention to a man who is not It's etiquette to show off. But now, I want to show Miss Zhang Tong your karate fighting level."
Yan Xiaolang's French was very standard, and Kahn naturally understood it, and he gasped out of his nose twice! With a loud roar, he swooped over and cut Yan Xiaolang's neck with a fierce hand knife. Look at this action, it has the style of a special soldier in the army. Obviously, what he is learning is the military's improved actual combat karate, which is very practical and not ostentatious.
But Yan Xiaolang is obviously a Lianjiazi. With a swing of his body, he turned his forearm outwards to block. After turning the block, Wang Chao saw three forces, one is hitting, the other is rubbing, and the third is wrapping. , the spiral reverses, and the attack strength and direction are very strange, fierce and changeable.
Just this one, immediately blocked the opponent's hand sword.
An expression of pain appeared on Kahn's face!
Obviously, Yan Xiaolang's forearm was hit, rubbed and wrapped, it was very tough, it was like a violent blow from a rotating iron rod, and it hurt to the bone marrow every time it was touched!
When the other party was in pain, Yan Xiaolang smiled slightly, his footsteps spun around, like the wind, he leaned close to him, and stretched out his hand to press on Kahn's chest.
boom! The other party's tall body collapsed to the ground and rolled his eyes.
"Emei Zhuifeng bunt?" Wang Chao's heart moved, he clearly saw that Yan Xiaolang's footsteps just now were spinning, pressing his palms close to his body, walking the way of Emei Zhuifeng bunt.
"Emei Zhuifeng Buntai, and his surname is Yan? Obviously he is the son of a high-ranking official in the country? Could it be?" Wang Chao connected some clues together in his mind.
Just when Wang Chao was thinking, Yan Xiaolang knocked Kahn down face to face, causing quite a commotion among the group of noble youths. But no one came up to challenge with chivalry again. They are not fools either, Kahn is the most powerful one among them, all of them were knocked down at once, and no matter how challenging they were, they were just beaten.
"Are all the Chinese so strong?" Seeing this scene, Princess Zara put down the long bow and arrow in her hand, and muttered to herself, as if thinking of something: "My former equestrian instructor was also a Chinese, and he was also like this. Just as strong, I don’t know when I will see him again.”
"I have to admit that our technology is not as powerful as yours, and our hand-to-hand combat skills are not as good as yours. Isn't that a country with no merits? There is no country with any advantages, and it should disappear in this world." Yan Xiaolang said to Zara The princess performed a standard British noble etiquette.
"Okay, no matter what, strong people are worthy of respect, especially you remind me of my former equestrian instructor. I formally invite you, are you interested in drinking afternoon black tea with me? Talk about other things?" Princess Zara turned her eyebrows.
"It is an honor to attend your invitation."
Both Zhang Tong and Yan Xiaolang nodded.
The white young men next to them were envious and jealous. This time they finally had the opportunity to run horses with the princess. They all wanted to win the princess's heart with their superb riding skills so as to get the invitation. Youth won the invitation. But now they are jealous and envious is useless.
The crimson tea is like magma, and it settles in the crystal cup. The pure English black tea emits a sweet and fragrant taste. There are several delicate desserts on the table. The whole atmosphere is relaxed and pleasant. This is the afternoon tea invited by Princess Zara.
Drinking black tea is a popular taste among British aristocrats, and Princess Zara is no exception.
Whether it was Yan Xiaolang, Zhang Tong, or Xia Yu, they all tasted the tea lightly. Not to try the taste, but to taste the atmosphere. It is a rare opportunity to drink tea with the princess.
Only Wang Chao didn't drink.
The sweetness of British black tea is not suitable for his taste. Before the mastery of boxing, he only likes to drink tea with Chinese style tea. After the bitterness passes, there is a lingering fragrance. After the mastery of boxing breaks the void, he rarely even drinks tea Yes, only drink pure white water. Because the irritating substances in the tea penetrated into the stomach bit by bit, it was very uncomfortable.
"My former equestrian instructor didn't like drinking this kind of black tea either. He always recommended me to drink Chinese tea, but after I drank it, I found it very bitter."
Princess Zara looked at Wang Chao who was not drinking tea, and spoke in English. Zhang Tong put down his teacup and quickly translated for Wang Chao.
Wang Chao did know that this former equestrian instructor of Princess Zara was probably his junior brother Liu Qing who was a Baguazhang. This person has a deep study of dual cultivation kung fu, and he is merciful everywhere. However, Wang Chao still admires Liu Qing's unique taste for the ambiguity between him and the princess.
Yan Xiaolang also put down his teacup and looked at Wang Chao.
This time he gained a lot, met Zhang Tong, and was invited by a princess.
"Miss Zhang, is this your bodyguard?" He was also curious about Wang Chao's identity.
Zhang Tong was about to speak to cover up Wang Chao's identity, but Wang Chao said, "Who is Yan Yuanyi to you?"
"She is my sister." Yan Xiaolang was taken aback, and after subconsciously answering a sentence, his eyes suddenly became tense, and he asked in shock: "You know my sister!"
Yan Yuanyi is definitely a legendary and powerful figure. As the instructor and chief of staff of the Changfeng First Army, she is extremely tough. Even in the princess party of the Beijing princeling party, she is one of the top figures. Even if his fiancé's family is a member of the standing committee, he still has to watch her face.
In Yan Xiaolang's eyes, his elder sister is really too strong. He also didn't expect that a young man he met suddenly would have an intersection with his sister.
"Of course I do." Wang Chao said, "Your sister must be thinking about me very much now. If you have a chance, tell her that I miss her too."