Emperor Zhaowu asked, "Is your father well?"
"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your concern. My father occasionally suffers from old illnesses, but the weather has warmed up recently, and he is much better."
"What is the old disease, is it serious?"
"It's all injuries that have been suffered over the years, and there is no serious problem for the time being."
Emperor Zhaowu let out an "oh", coughed lightly, and said, "King Jingyuan has guarded the border for 30 years and dedicated himself to it. He is the most meritorious minister of my Dasheng. I hope he will take care of his health."
"Thank you Your Majesty, I will definitely tell my father."
Emperor Zhaowu asked again: "I heard that you have been feeling unwell due to the fatigue of the journey in recent days, but are you feeling better?" Naturally, Feng Ye's refusal of visitors could not be hidden from the emperor's eyes and ears.
Feng Ye didn't even twitch his eyebrows: "Go back to the emperor, my minister is much better."
"Is it much better, or is it better?" Emperor Zhao Wu leaned slightly, squinting his eyes, trying to see the expression on Feng Ye's face clearly.
Feng Ye thought for a moment: "...that's it."
"Okay, that's good. Oh, I heard that you went to war with your father when you were eleven years old. You are superb in martial arts and courageous. I also heard that... uh... I heard that you can use one stone (read Dan) gun and two stone bows. , but really?"
Feng Ye cupped his hands and said, "I dare not lie, it's true."
There was an uproar all around.
An ordinary adult man is not as heavy as a stone. It is really shocking that this young man dares to make such a bold statement at such a young age.
"Impossible." A rough voice sounded, and a burly man with a bear beard came out, clasped his fists and said, "Your Majesty, I won't believe you if I'm rude."
"Hahaha." Emperor Zhaowu pointed at the man and said, "Feng Ye, this General Chang Shichang is the number one strongman in the capital, and he uses a bow that no one can draw normally, do you dare to try it? "
Feng Ye cast a sideways glance at Chang Shi, with a quiet arrogance flowing from the brows: "Why don't you dare."
Chang Shi snorted out of his nose and shouted: "Bring the old man's bow."
Liang Sui excitedly tugged at Yan Sikong's sleeve: "Sikong, do you think Xiao Shizi can be pulled away? He... he is only half as thin as General Chang."
Yan Sikong said: "If you can't pull it away, it's just to lose face, what's the big deal."
"Hey, do you think he is a person who can afford to lose face?"
Yan Sikong stared at Feng Ye, ten years have passed, this person is only more arrogant than when he was young, but he is not as cute as before. lesson.
Changshi's bow is a circle larger than ordinary bows, the bow body is black and thick like a python, even if it is not used as a bow, it is used as a curved stick, if it is really hit, it will be bloody.
Chang Shi called two pawns: "Try this bow, you two, don't let people say that the old man is fooling everyone."
The two of them looked at each other in dismay, and had to have one hold the bow and the other pull the bow string vigorously, but saw that he was holding the string with both hands, his whole body was leaning back, his face was flushed from holding back, the bow string was only slightly opened, as if there was an invisible force pulling inward. Absorb, no matter what, you can't pull it away.
The pawn cupped his hands and said, "General Chang, we really can't pull him away."
"Back off."
The corners of Feng Ye's mouth trembled slightly, with a mocking expression on his face.
Chang Shi took the bow, gave a low drink, bent his waist slightly, and pulled the bowstring forcefully. The muscles in his arms bulged, as if he was about to tear his clothes. He straightened up, aimed at the target in the distance, and shot out. an arrow.
Just by listening to the sound of the wind breaking when the arrow leaves the string, one can imagine the power of the arrow. It plunged into the vertical pole of the target and shattered the entire target.
Shouts erupted from all around: "Good!"
"Amazing!" Everyone applauded.
Yan Sikong clapped his hands, and could not help but slander "stupid".
Chang Yu took a deep breath, with a look of color on his face, and turned around to ask Emperor Zhaowu for credit: "My lord, you've made a fool of yourself."
Emperor Zhaowu said happily: "General Chang is worthy of being my Dasheng general. Come here, and I will reward you with a hundred taels of silver."
"Thank you, Your Majesty!"
The eyes of everyone on the field fell on Feng Ye.
Chang Shi is famous for being as strong as an ox. Apart from him, no one can make this bow. Although Feng Ye is strong and slender, his figure is still as thin as a young man's. No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like Can pull these two stone crossbows.
Feng Ye strolled over, followed by his elderly attendant, put on the palm protector for him, and then silently stepped aside.
Feng Ye took the bow, weighed it in his hand, and smiled.
Yan Sikong couldn't help being a little nervous, like most of the people present, he didn't think Feng Ye could really draw this bow.
Feng Ye suddenly raised the bow and thrust it into the ground with all his strength. The small wooden handle left over from the bow body was inserted into the soil, and the bow "stands up" like this.
Everyone looked at him puzzled.
Feng Ye raised one long leg, stepped on the bow, held the string with both hands, leaned back, let out a low cry, and pulled away the big bow that weighed two stones!
"This... is this considered a foul?" Liang Sui muttered softly.
There was a smile on Yan Sikong's face that he didn't even notice: "Since it is pulled away, how can it be considered a foul?"
The bowstring was tense, and the arrow flew out like lightning!
In an instant, everyone's heads turned in unison, looking at the target.
The arrow went through the heart!
The scene was so quiet that a needle could be heard.
Feng Ye put down his bow, clapped his hands, and said: "Village men in the mountains can carry boulders, but no one carries a stone to the battle to kill the enemy. If the arrow doesn't kill the enemy, what's the use of a bow no matter how heavy it is."
Chang Shi's face suddenly turned red.
Yan Sikong frowned slightly.
After a moment of silence, there was thunderous applause.
Emperor Zhaowu also came back to his senses, and looked down the stage in a somewhat bewildered manner.
Yan Sikong followed his gaze, and saw Xie Zhongren giving the emperor a comforting gesture, he became alert, it seems that what Yan Zilian said was right, today they deliberately want to give Feng Ye a bad start, I'm afraid it's not over yet .
A young eunuch ran up to the stage and whispered a few words in Emperor Zhaowu's ear. Emperor Zhaowu smiled and calmed down: "Aiqing is really a hero born out of a young man. It's terrible. There are successors to the Feng family army."
Feng Ye said respectfully: "I dare not be a minister."
"Since Aiqing really pulled this bow, I will reward you heavily." Emperor Zhaowu clapped his hands, "Come here, bring over the horse that General Di paid tribute to."
"yes."
"Feng Ye, I recently took a horse, a strong horse." Emperor Zhaowu pretended to be mysterious and said, "This horse is the horse king of the Tianshan grassland. General Di led a hundred people to ride it. They surrounded it for three days and three nights. Capture it. It is rumored that this horse travels thousands of miles a day, gold is hard to come by, a good horse should be matched with a good general, this horse has an extremely explosive personality, so far no one can control it, if you tame it today, it will belong to you!"
Feng Ye's eyes lit up, and he became interested.
After a while, a clear neighing sound, accompanied by the sound of hooves, came from a distance.
Everyone looked around, but saw a majestic and handsome horse approaching the ground. It was as red as cinnabar, but also like a flame. Its coat color was shining, its long mane was flying, and its shiny fur was covered with knotted muscles. Looking at it, it looks more like a beast than a horse, and it takes three men to hold it.
Everyone praised: "What a horse, it looks like a very good horse."
Yan Sikong was even more fascinated by watching it. In the past ten years, he has not starved to death because of his ability to raise horses. His love for good horses is no less than that of any general. There is no doubt that this horse The best horse he had ever seen.
The horse was tied to the binding stone.
Feng Ye showed surprise, and walked slowly around it. Its huge nose flapped vigorously, and its four hooves writhed irritably, ready to kick the person in front of it to death at any time.
Feng Ye asked: "Your Majesty, does this horse have a name?"
"Neither owner nor name."
Feng Ye showed a determined smile: "Then I must think of a good name for it."
Based on his experience in raising horses for more than ten years, Yan Sikong concluded that this horse cannot be tamed by one person. It is not a domesticated horse, but a wild horse, just like a lion on the grassland, a fierce beast. The horse wasn't even on the saddle, if Feng Ye was thrown off the horse, it would be a minor embarrassment, and he might lose his life.
Yan Sikong looked at Emperor Zhaowu and Xie Zhongren, his eyes were dark, they... did they want Feng Ye's life
He stood up suddenly.
Liang Sui grabbed him: "Sikong, what are you doing? This is a good show."
Yan Sikong waved his hand and said: "Little brother can't hold it anymore, just go back."
"You, you, hurry up."
Yan Sikong stooped and left the seat. Fortunately, they sat quite far from the main seat, and Feng Ye couldn't notice him, so he bypassed the crowd who were sitting or standing, and ran towards a person.
"Old man." Yan Sikong patted the man on the back lightly.
Startled, the man turned around. He was Feng Ye's attendant, he was not sure about Yan Sikong's identity, so he asked, "What orders does your lord have?"
Yan Sikong said politely: "Can I borrow a step to speak?"
He thought for a while, then withdrew from the crowd: "My lord, please speak."
"How to call it?"
"Cao Min's surname is Xue."
Yan Sikong quickly said: "Uncle Xue, please tell His Royal Highness, first, don't force the horse, first to irritate the horse and consume its strength; second, don't get on the horse from behind, but jump into it when it raises its hoof. into the armpit and hug its neck..."
Xue Bo stared blankly at the handsome young man in front of him, not knowing what to say.
"The third is the most important thing. You must remember clearly. His Royal Highness wants to remove his shoes, use his toes to find the last rib of the horse, kick it hard, the Zhongwan acupoint that looks like a human, the horse It will be in great pain, as long as His Royal Highness can endure it immediately, it will definitely give in."
Xue Bo was dumbfounded when he heard this: "Ah... this..."
Yan Sikong's eyes were sharp: "Do you remember?"
Xue Bo was overwhelmed by Yan Sikong's momentum, and nodded repeatedly.
"Go."
"Dare to ask your lord..."
"Go!"
"Yes, yes." Xue Bo ran to Feng Ye who was waiting for the opportunity to mount his horse.
Yan Sikong hid in the crowd and watched quietly. Whether Feng Ye can subdue this horse depends on how long he can stay on the horse without being thrown off.
Xue Bo stood on tiptoe and whispered something into Feng Ye's ear, Feng Ye frowned suspiciously, and searched for the place where Xue Bo was standing just now, but he didn't see anyone, so he nodded.
Everyone was also discussing, waiting for Feng Ye to get on the horse.
Feng Ye was no longer in a hurry to get on the horse, but continued to circle around the horse. The horse was provoked and furious, but the horse's neck was tied and it couldn't reach Feng Ye.
This stalemate lasted for a stick of incense, and someone started to boo: "My lord, don't go up to the sun and set again!"
"Could it be that the son is afraid?"
"My lord, get on your horse."
Feng Ye frowned.
Yan Sikong said silently in his heart: "Wait a little longer, wait a little longer..."
Feng Ye squatted down and took off his shoes.
Yan Sikong sighed, his temper was still so impulsive.
This action was quite puzzling, before he saw what Feng Ye was going to do, he jumped up on the spot and charged towards the horse like an arrow.
With a long howl, the horse raised its thick, long and powerful hooves off the ground, and kicked Feng Ye head-on.
This huge horseshoe can undoubtedly send someone to see Hades with one kick.
Feng Ye was a goshawk skimming the water, with a short body gliding across the grass, dodging the horse's hooves beautifully, then he stepped down, jumped forward, hugged the horse's neck with both arms, and stepped up with his long legs. Among the flints, people are already on the horse.
The audience was amazed.
Yan Sikong couldn't help laughing, remembering that Feng Ye had to step on two pedals to get on a horse when he was a child, he was completely different from the young general who was as agile as a wolf today.
After getting on the horse, the challenge officially started. The horse really went crazy and jumped in place, trying to throw Feng Ye off its back.
Feng Ye firmly grabbed the horse's mane, clamped the horse's belly tightly with his thighs, and searched for the horse's ribs with his toes with difficulty.
The horse kept struggling, and it was not easy for Feng Ye to stabilize his body. Several times he gave up halfway, he clenched his teeth and persistently counted his ribs.
One, one, last one!
Feng Ye's eyes lit up, and he kicked hard in the ribs.
As expected, the horse's body trembled violently, and its throat neighed in pain. Feng Ye was too late to be happy, because it was completely enraged, and jumped even more crazily.
Feng Ye knew in his heart that if he was thrown down like this, he would be crippled without dying, he had no choice but to tame this fierce beast!
Ma'er continued to struggle fiercely, while Feng Ye gritted his teeth and kicked fiercely at that acupuncture point.
Yan Sikong clenched his fists tightly, his mouth was parched, and his eyes were bloodshot.
The people on the field watched with great enthusiasm and did not dare to breathe. Feng Ye's face was profusely sweating, the corners of his mouth were bleeding, his face was extremely ferocious, his eyes seemed to be glowing with green light, what they clearly saw was a wolf pounced on the horse's back!
This silent contest lasted for a whole stick of incense, and the horse's struggle finally eased, and it was obviously tired.
Feng Ye didn't dare to take it lightly, and still persevered on the horse.
Finally, gradually, the horse stopped struggling, its hooves stood firmly, its head drooped, and it gave in.
Feng Yechang heaved a sigh of relief, exhausted all his strength, his limbs went limp, and he lay on the horse's back, almost unable to move.
This time, no one yelled or applauded. They seemed to have watched a ferocious fight between wild beasts, and they couldn't recover. The word "Feng Ye" had already been engraved in everyone's eyes.
Yan Sikong heaved a sigh of relief and slowly withdrew from the crowd.
Emperor Zhaowu had no choice but to give the horse to Feng Ye. He probably didn't have the heart to continue "testing" Feng Ye's abilities, so he announced the spring hunting and ordered his princes to go hunting.
Although Feng Ye was exhausted, he just got a BMW and was very interested. He spat out the blood from his mouth, put on the saddle with his own hands, and rode it to hunt.
Yan Sikong watched Feng Ye's gust-like back leave, smiled faintly, turned and left.