Yuan Sikong knew that Feng Ye came to find fault on purpose, but he had no choice but to crawl over and kneel under the horse when he saw that he was going sideways to dismount.
Feng Ye also took Yuan Sikong's back as a rock for a horse, and jumped on it.
Yuan Sikong let out a muffled snort, his body sank, and he managed to stabilize himself so as not to fall.
Feng Yefu jumped to the ground again, and said arrogantly, "Get a doctor."
Only then did Yuan Sikong stand up and check the horse. The Qin horse mixed with northwest horse blood is very tall. He had to stand on tiptoe to observe the horse's nose and mouth. He saw that its nasal cavity was moist and its mouth and teeth were dry. Like lying.
He looked around, and finally found the answer by pressing the horse's belly with his hands. The horse's belly was bulging and hard, obviously there was accumulated food and it couldn't be excreted, so he lost his appetite. He explained it to Feng Ye.
Feng Ye raised his eyebrows: "Is it constipation?"
"Back to your Highness, yes."
"Is it cured?"
"It's curable. Just take a dose of herbal medicine along the water, and it will be unblocked after two or three hours."
"Two or three hours? I'm going to race now, it's too slow." Feng Ye looked at Yuan Sikong provocatively.
"Indigestion is a common ailment that is innocuous, and the grassroots believe that it is not appropriate to double the amount of decoction."
"I don't care, you have to cure it now." Feng Ye showed a smirk, "Otherwise, you can be my horse and run twenty miles with me on your back?"
Yuan Sikong cursed in his heart, I will throw you to death first, but on the surface he said humbly: "Your Highness, don't worry, the grassroots have a solution."
Feng Ye crossed his two short arms across his chest, and looked at him leisurely, waiting for him to have a reason to punish him if he couldn't be cured.
Yuan Sikong began to undress.
Feng Ye took a step back: "What are you doing?"
"Medical horse."
Yuan Sikong took off his coat, folded it and put it in a dry place, then went to the warehouse and took out a bucket of glycerin and an apron, put the glycerin on the ground, put the apron on his body, and finally began to roll up his sleeves.
Feng Ye looked at him suspiciously.
Yuan Sikong rolled up his sleeves, scooped up a handful of glycerin with his hands, and applied it to the horse's anus without changing his face.
Feng Yelian took two steps back, he saw what Yuan Sikong was going to do, and a trace of horror appeared on his face.
Yuan Sikong gently patted the horse's belly with his fist, softened the anus with glycerin, and calmly stretched his arm in.
Feng Ye's face turned pale, his stomach was churning, and he almost vomited out.
Yuan Sikong glanced at him quietly, with a teasing smile on the corner of his mouth, and said loudly: "Your Highness is impatient, so the grass people can only use this crude method to let the horse expel the accumulated food. If your Highness feels unwell, please Don't watch it, don't hurt your precious body." He said while pouring glycerin into it.
"Stop talking!" Feng Ye was angry and impatient, he didn't want to watch it but he didn't want to be outdone, so he forced himself to watch, "If I can't even watch this, how will I lead the army to fight in the future!" He couldn't help retching again , I regret coming here very much.
"What your highness said is very true, and the grassroots admire it." Yuan Sikong saw that it was almost done, and then pulled out his filthy arm, and stepped back a few steps.
The horse's belly turned upside down, and soon, the feces mixed with messy excrement spurted out from the anus with a puff, and the spray spread out for more than ten feet.
Feng Ye couldn't bear it any longer, and vomited loudly.
Yuan Sikong held back his laughter until his cheeks ached, and he felt extremely happy.
While Feng Ye was vomiting, Yuan Sikong went to the warehouse to wash his hands. Accumulated food is a common ailment of horses. The first time he saw Xu Hu treat him like this, he was so disgusted that he almost wanted to vomit. Later, he studied horse medicine and saw and tried even more disgusting ones. Now his heart is at peace.
After carefully cleaning it with soap locusts, he walked out of the barn and put on his coat. Seeing Feng Ye still squatting on the ground, his face was pale and his eyes were watery, he suddenly felt unbearable. After all, he was only an eight-year-old child, did he bully him? Gotta be a little harsh? He walked over and squatted beside Feng Ye: "Your Highness, you..."
Feng Ye turned his head, saw him as if he had seen a ghost, and took several steps back: "Get away, don't come near me!"
Yuan Sikong pretended to be innocent: "Oh."
Feng Ye looked at his arm.
Yuan Sikong lifted it up and showed it: "It's cleaned."
"You stink to death!"
"Really." Yuan Sikong smelled it himself, it seemed that there was no smell, and he didn't care too much, "Do you want some water?"
"Where is the water?"
"It's in the barn, Caomin go get it?"
"You wait for me, I'll go by myself." Feng Ye gave him a disgusted look, stood up, and ran to the warehouse.
Yuan Sikong sat on the grass, intending to rest for a while, with a pleasant smile on his face.
After a while, Feng Ye came out, and probably tidied up his appearance, not as embarrassed as he was just now.
Yuan Sikong said: "Your Highness, do you still want to run the horse? The grass people help you get on the horse?"
"No, let it rest, it also stinks to death." Feng Ye kicked a small stone on the ground towards his horse.
The horse was gnawing the grass on the ground leisurely and contentedly.
Feng Ye sat a few feet away from Yuan Sikong, angrily said: "Tell me, what reward do you want?"
"Ah?" Yuan Sikong didn't respond.
"As I said, there will be a reward if you are cured."
Feng Ye pouted, his small face was puffed up, it was really cute, it reminded Yuan Sikong of Yuan Nanyu when he was a child, when the two met for the first time, they were also at the same age. He said happily: "It is the blessing of grassroots people to share the worries of His Highness, how dare you ask for a reward."
"Stop pretending to be humble, I know you're not convinced." Feng Ye pouted, "But it's illegal to dissect a horse's corpse."
"The grassroots are convicted." Yuan Sikong admitted defeat, but in his heart, he was extremely dissatisfied as Feng Ye said. What he regretted was being caught by Feng Ye and implicating Yuanmao, not the dissection of the horse's corpse. In his opinion, this ban was pedantic and dull. It seemed to protect the horse, but in fact it caused more damage.
Feng Ye snorted softly: "As for your attacking me, I will settle accounts with you sooner or later."
"The grassroots are also convicted, and His Highness can punish them as much as possible."
"If I punish you for this, I will be bullying others. Just wait, you won't be my opponent before long."
"That's natural. A tiger father has no dogs. His Highness will be as powerful as King Jingyuan in the future."
These words probably really pleased Feng Ye, and his face softened a bit: "Hurry up and tell me what you want to reward. Those who carry out orders must do what they say, and only when orders are prohibited and followed by actions can they become an army."
Seeing that Feng Ye was serious, Yuan Sikong cast his eyes on Feng Ye's horse involuntarily. He swallowed and thought, this Qin horse is really high-spirited, handsome and handsome. Can you feel the heroic spirit of Feng's army traveling thousands of miles and attacking cities and territories
Feng Ye saw through his thoughts: "Do you want to ride my horse?"
Yuan Sikong didn't know if Feng Ye would be angry, so he didn't dare to answer easily.
Feng Ye stood up and patted his clothes: "Let's go, but you have to take me with you."
Yuan Sikong's eyes lit up: "Is it true?"
"A real man talks a lot, so what are you talking about!" It's a bit ridiculous for a four-foot kid to dare to talk about her husband, but Yuan Sikong clearly saw the confidence in Feng Ye's chubby little face, and he said that Feng Ye would one day Being as famous as Feng Jianping is not all flattery, that little beast's spirit of not fearing gods and Buddhas is natural, deeply rooted in blood and beyond age.
Yuan Sikong immediately became excited. He ran to the horse, squatted down, and waited for Feng Ye to step on him.
Feng Ye kicked him when he came up: "Go away, I can go up by myself."
Yuan Sikong had no choice but to get out of the way, only then did he realize that the horse's saddle was specially made, and there were two sets of stirrups, one long and one short, and there was a special rope loop on the side lapel, which was obviously designed for Feng Ye and adults to ride together Designed.
Feng Ye grabbed the noose, lifted his body up, hooked his little hands on the saddle again, and reached for the stirrup with his feet. Finally, he really climbed up a horse that was much taller than him by himself. Many times. Yuan Sikong smiled slightly, stepped on the horse, sat behind Feng Ye, and stepped on another set of stirrups.
Feng Ye grabbed the rein, pulled it hard, clamped his calf, and shouted: "Drive!"
The horse began to trot.
Zhao Dayou's horse farm is the best horse farm in Liaodong. It has an endless grassland. Although it will be covered with snow in winter, there are still green and yellow grasses everywhere. The horse runs like floating on the blue waves, the sky is high and the water is wide, and it is extremely carefree and free.
After all, Feng Ye was young, and his handling of the horse was limited by his height, so he never dared to go too fast, so Yuan Sikong simply took the reins from him, waved the whip, and shouted: "Drive!"
The horse was stimulated, and it threw off its hooves and ran wildly, with its four hooves overlapping and its long mane flying, as if it was about to melt into a dragon in the next second.
Feng Ye laughed happily: "Hurry up! Fly!"
Yuan Sikong's ability to control the horse is very good, and the horse runs fast and steadily. He imagined that he was wearing armor and helmet, and galloping across the land of Liaodong. This vast and boundless fertile land was his hometown. Even though he was trampled by gold thieves and iron cavalry, he still held his back that would not bend!
Feng Ye pointed to the front, imitating the appearance of an adult, and shouted: "Kill—"
Yuan Sikong also roared: "Kill—"
kill! Kill all the rebels who invaded my country, kill all the barbarians who invaded my Central Plains!
A horse and two teenagers galloped like this under the bloody sunset, going far and wide, as if reaching the end of the sky.
It wasn't until they got tired of running that they returned to the stable, and all the guards rushed up, obviously looking for Fengye.
A young man in black uniforms embroidered with flying fish dark patterns was also among them. He wore a sword around his waist and a beautiful jade crown. His appearance was quite similar to Feng Ye's.
"Brother!" Feng Ye was excited to play, waving his little arms happily on the horse.
Yuan Sikong didn't dare to neglect, jumped off the horse and knelt down on the ground: "Caomin has seen His Royal Highness."
This person is Feng Jianping's eldest son—Feng Lie, who was canonized by the current Holy Majesty as Prince Jingyuan's son a few years ago.
With a faint smile on Feng Lie's face: "Get up." At the same time, he walked forward.
Feng Ye jumped off the horse and threw himself into Feng Lie's arms.
Feng Lie pretended to be angry and said: "Where did you go crazy again, I can't find you even if I look for you."
"Going for a horse race!" Feng Ye's face was powdered by the cold wind, "Why did brother come to the racecourse?"
"Look around." Feng Lie squeezed Feng Ye's face, "It's so cold, is Ye'er freezing?"
Feng Ye shook his head: "It's not cold." He pushed Feng Lie's chest, and whispered, "Brother, put me down quickly." He took a peek at Yuan Sikong, obviously he didn't want to be hugged like a child inside.
Feng Lie didn't expose him, and put him down: "You've been playing for a day, go back and eat."
"Oh." Feng Ye glanced at Yuan Sikong again.
Feng Lieqi said: "Is he the one who dissected the horse's corpse that day and even fought with you?"
Yuan Sikong crouched even lower.
Feng Ye snorted softly, as a tacit consent.
Feng Lie couldn't help laughing: "Well, you two are friends again? You really don't know each other without a fight."
"Who is his friend." Feng Ye said angrily.
"The grassroots dare not." Yuan Sikong said quickly.
Feng Ye rolled his eyes: "Brother, let's go back."
"Then will you come to the racecourse tomorrow?"
"...tomorrow I will explain the day."
After the Feng family brothers walked away, Yuan Sikong raised his head and heaved a sigh of relief.