The boy was dragged back by him, and then the development of the matter was a bit beyond Yuan Sikong's expectation. He actually lowered his head and turned around, kicking Yuan Sikong's knee quickly.
Yuan Sikong retreated in pain, and let go of his hands.
The boy touched the wet and sticky nape of his neck with his hand, and found out the smelly horse blood. His round face was flushed red: "You...you want to die!"
Yuan Sikong's head trembled slightly. He was wondering why he didn't see the little boy's movements clearly, and was shocked by the anger on his face. A child's anger is nothing more than acting coquettishly and spoiling, the former is for temptation, the latter is for venting, but this child's anger is anger, the anger of a small animal with its fangs bared.
Yuan Sikong forced himself to be calm, and didn't take a baby too seriously. He said in a threatening tone: "Don't tell others."
The boy's small chest heaved vigorously: "You violated Dasheng's law, and dare to threaten me?!"
"I'm doing it for..." Yuan Sikong thought to himself, explaining to him that there is a fart in it. He waved his fist and said in a stern voice, "Anyway, you are not allowed to tell others, or I will kill you!"
After all, he was only 13 years old, and the word "breaking the law" was so heavy that it made his heart tremble. He was naturally panicked when he was bumped into such a serious offense on the spot. If the other party is an adult, he is not afraid, because he knows that an adult can win over, no matter what method he uses, hitting his weakness will get twice the result with half the effort, but there is a very delicate and savage child in front of him. The best way to deal with them without thinking about money is to make them afraid.
Yuan Sikong's idea was right, but the person he met was wrong.
The little boy got annoyed, screamed angrily and rushed forward, punching Yuan Sikong in the chest.
Yuan Sikong blocked with his left hand, and then grabbed his clothes with his right hand, throwing him empty.
The two of them went through several tricks in succession, Yuan Sikong felt a little difficult. Although he has also practiced martial arts for four years, his ambition is not here, and his kung fu is worse than Yuan Weiling. This boy is so agile at such a young age, and his foundation is solid, not inferior to Yuan Nanyu.
It's just that the height difference between the two is a head, Yuan Sikong seized the opportunity and threw him to the ground, slapped him both left and right, and said sharply: "Don't tell others."
The little boy shouted without any fear: "It's insulting to the horse corpse, it should be dealt with by military law, go to hell!" He kicked hard, not to please Yuan Sikong.
Both of them were so angry that they forgot any martial arts routines and rolled and wrestled on the ground.
It had rained last night, the shallow grass was muddy, and horse manure was everywhere near the stable. The two of them were soon covered in filth, and soon even the color of their clothes could not be identified.
When Zhao Dayou and several guards ran over, seeing this scene, he almost lost his breath.
The two were fighting jealously when they were separated by strong arms, but they still kicked each other into the air.
"Second Highness, are you okay!" The guards' faces turned green with fright.
I saw Zhao Dayou kneeling on the horse dung with a plop, kowtowed and howling: "Your Highness, the grassroots deserve to die, the grass people deserve to die."
Yuan Sikong looked at Zhao Dayou's terrified appearance shaking like chaff, his feverish brain was also awake, a chill suddenly rose in his chest, and he instantly knew the identity of this little boy, he was Feng Jianping's youngest son - Feng Ye.
In fact, he had felt that this child looked familiar, but firstly, the distance was too far that day, and secondly, he was so confused that he didn't think of it, it was damned.
Feng Ye pointed at Yuan Sikong, his voice distorted with anger: "Catch me, I, I'm going to chop him up!"
Zhao Dayou looked at Yuan Sikong with regret and hatred in his eyes, wanting to cry but not tears.
Yuan Sikong has completely calmed down, and said to Zhao Dayou with his lips: "Burn."
"The Second Highness is injured!" A guard saw that Feng Ye's neck was covered in blood, and suddenly felt that his life had come to an end today, and he only hoped that his family would not be hurt.
Feng Ye seemed to have just remembered: "Horse!" He pointed to the stable, "He insulted the dead horse!"
Yuan Sikong closed his eyes.
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Yuan Sikong had always wished to have a close look at Wang Zunrong of Jingyuan, but he did not expect this wish to come true so soon. He was covered in filth, his hair was disheveled, his eyes were black and blue, and blood was still oozing from the corner of his mouth. He was stinky.
Of course, Feng Ye was in a more embarrassing situation than him. He was pressed to the ground and punched several times, his face was swollen.
In Feng Jianping's never-to-be-confused years, the sky was full, his nose was like a gall, his two sword eyebrows slanted into his temples, and his eyes were as sharp as an eagle.
Feng Jianping looked at Yuan Sikong, who was kneeling on the ground, not daring to look up, and then at his youngest son, who was like a ball of stinky mud, and burst out laughing loudly.
Feng Ye looked annoyed: "Father, are you laughing at me?!"
Feng Jianping was so happy that he rolled forward and backward: "You lost the fight, can't I laugh at you?"
Feng Ye was not convinced: "He is taller and stronger than me!"
"Yes, you also know that he is taller and stronger than you. Father taught you what to do when the enemy is strong and we are weak?"
Feng Ye pursed his lips and remained silent.
"Run." Feng Jianping smiled, "Knowing that you can't fight, you still have to fight. You have no courage. One day you will lead the army to fight, and the enemy will be outnumbered. You will take risks with your own body, causing the soldiers to die rashly. This is a big taboo for handsome people."
Suddenly, Feng Ye's eyes turned red, half angry, half wronged.
Feng Jianping waved: "My wolf, come here."
Feng Ye shyly walked over.
Feng Jianping wiped off the dirt on his face, and said with a smile: "Don't cry, if you cry, I will laugh at you even more, and ask your elder brother to laugh at you together."
Feng Ye's eyes widened, and he forcibly held back the tears hanging from the frame. That little appearance was really pitiful.
Feng Jianping shifted his gaze to Yuan Sikong: "Kid, raise your head."
Yuan Sikong raised his face and looked at Feng Jianping fearfully, his heart ashamed.
He offended the horse corpse first, and then offended the prince's son. He didn't know what his fate would be. At worst, he would die, but please don't hurt the Yuan family.
"You are the son of Guangning Guard Yuanmao."
"Return to Your Highness, Caomin is just an adopted son."
"I heard that you dissected the horse corpse, why?" Feng Jianping joked, "Yuan Mao starved you?"
Yuan Sikong's slightly protruding Adam's apple rolled up and down, and calmly replied: "The grassroots have been raising horses for four years, and they privately think that if they can understand the internal organs, bones, meridians and blood vessels of horses, they can cure some difficult and miscellaneous diseases. Horse carcasses are not for food."
Feng Jianping raised his eyebrows and stretched out his hand.
The subordinate handed a blood-stained booklet to him. He opened it and looked at it, raising his eyebrows in surprise: "You wrote this all?"
"yes."
"you… "
Before Feng Jianping said anything, he only heard the sound of hurried footsteps, and Yuan Sikong could tell that it was Yuan Mao without turning his head.
With a plop, Yuan Mao knelt heavily on the ground and said loudly: "The last general has no way to teach his son, and he is willing to be dealt with by the military law. Please come down!"
Yuan Sikong's eyes turned hot, and he was filled with regret. He has been cautious for four years, but he has made mistakes one after another in the past few days, and he has no face to face Yuanmao.
Feng Jianping pointed to Yuan Sikong: "Yuanmao, your son insulted the horse corpse first, and then threatened and beat my son. What crime do you think I should punish him for?"
"It's all up to His Highness to decide. I just ask His Highness to remember his youth and let the last general bear the burden on his behalf."
Yuan Sikong said without hesitation: "This matter was done by me alone, and no one else is special. The grassroots are willing to suffer all punishments."
"Shut up." Yuan Mao scolded in a low voice.
Feng Jianping threw the booklet in front of Yuan Mao: "Look at it."
Yuan Mao flipped through a few pages, and all the writings and drawings on it were obtained by Yuan Sikong's dissection of the horse corpse. The weight of each organ, the direction of the muscles and bones, the position of the joints, etc. were all recorded in pictures and texts. He was not surprised that Yuan Sikong did such a thing, this child is uniquely endowed, extremely intelligent, deep thinking, often elusive.
"This son is smart and responsible, and he will become a great weapon."
Yuanmao panicked and said, "Your Highness is absurd."
Feng Jianping leaned slightly: "Yuanmao, raise your face and talk to me."
Yuan Mao raised his head, stared fixedly at Feng Jianping's extremely determined eyes, feeling uneasy.
Feng Jianping smiled softly: "I'll ask you again, what crime should I pay? This is Guangning's territory, you are host and we are guests, I will listen to you."
Yuan Mao prostrated himself on the ground: "The final general dare not dare, and the final general will let His Highness tell you what to do."
Feng Jianping let out a dull "呿": "Wolf."
"The child is here." Feng Ye said.
"You were the one who found the horse-humiliating corpse, and you were the one who was beaten. How do you deal with it?"
Feng Ye narrowed his eyes and stared fiercely at Yuan Sikong, just about to speak, Feng Jianping raised his hand to stop him.
"Military law is military law, and personal grievances are personal grievances. They should not be confused."
Feng Ye took a deep breath, and hummed in his crisp and tender voice, "Yuan Sikong insulted the horse corpse, and he should be dealt with according to military law. Considering his youth and ignorance, his father Yuan Mao took the responsibility for leading the army for 20 years." , a three-month salary."
Yuan Sikong still wanted to speak, but Yuan Mao pressed his head and forced him to kowtow: "Thank you, Your Highness."
Feng Jianping looked at Yuan Sikong, and said happily, "Why, you don't seem convinced?"
"Caomin dare not, thank Your Highness Hong En." Yuan Sikong was so guilty that he wanted to cry.
Yuan Mao said: "Your Highness, if the child offends your Highness, I hope that the general will take him through."
Feng Jianping laughed boldly: "What's wrong with kids fighting in every family?"
Only then did Yuan Mao heave a sigh of relief, and kowtowed gratefully: "Your Highness is magnanimous, and the final general will never forget it."
"Okay, let's go get the reward."
"yes."
"Oh, wait a minute." Feng Jianping pointed to Yuan Sikong, "I have granted you permission to dissect the horse's corpse for your own study. Of course, you must bury it properly afterwards."
Yuan Sikong raised his head excitedly, and looked at Feng Jianping in disbelief.
Feng Jianping said with a smile: "If you can really study and develop a good medicine for horses and horses, you will have merit for thousands of years. Don't let your father suffer these twenty battles in vain."
"Thank you, Your Highness! Thank you, Your Highness!" Yuan Sikong felt that Feng Jianping was emitting holy light all over his body, and his majesty was like a god. He has never seen Feng Jianping fight, nor has he seen Feng Jianping train an army, but based on this incident alone, he can see that Feng Jianping runs the army for the public, respects his own selfishness, gives both kindness and power, and has a degree of reward and punishment. The wise, trustworthy, benevolent, brave and strict generals mentioned in the Art of War!
It's no wonder that this person can make great achievements in the world.
Feng Jianping lightly beat Feng Ye's small chest with his huge fist: "My wolf, this man beat you and humiliated you, you have to remember, practice martial arts hard, and beat you back later, huh?" Nao blinked.
"Yes!" Feng Ye clenched his small fists and said loudly: "Yuan Sikong, you wait, sooner or later I will beat you until you are looking for teeth!"