Yuan Sikong originally slept in the same room with Yuan Nanyu, and moved to the guest room in order for him to take good care of his legs, but he still got up early every day to supervise his reading.
But Yuan Nanyu only lay on the bed for a few days, and he became dishonest like thorns all over his body.
As soon as he entered the room in the morning, Yuan Sikong felt that something was wrong. Yuan Nanyu looked at him with bright eyes and a meaningful smile on his lips.
Yuan Sikong narrowed his eyes: "No matter what you want to do, I won't allow it."
"You don't know what I want to do."
"Don't you just want to go out?"
"No." Yuan Nanyu had a smirk on his face, "I know what you did." He cupped his hands, "Second brother, younger brother is really impressive!"
Yuan Sikong was a little ashamed, and said sullenly: "Father was beaten twenty times because of me."
"Didn't dad forgive you already?" Yuan Nanyu rubbed his butt to the edge of the bed, "Second brother, tell me what happened at that time, tell me from beginning to end, hurry up."
Yuan Si gave him a blank look, and said solemnly: "Today I want to tell you about the four 'hearts' that are common to humans but not found in sanctuaries. They are Wuyi, Wu...'"
"Second brother!" Yuan Nanyu said coquettishly, "I beg you, I'm almost suffocated to death, I'm really dying, I can't move, and I have no one to play with me, and you leave early and return late..." He The more pitiful he was, the little face almost collapsed.
Yuan Sikong sighed, and said helplessly: "You have to know that the second elder brother made a big mistake in this matter, and even brought trouble on father, all thanks to King Jingyuan's magnanimity, otherwise my life will be in danger, you have to take it as a warning .”
Yuan Nanyu nodded like a pounding garlic: "Understood, understood."
Only then did Yuan Sikong tell Yuan Nanyu everything that happened that day.
Yuan Nanyu listened with gusto, as if he was listening to someone's story in a teahouse in the north of the city, and would clap his hands and yell a few times when the performance was exciting. Obviously he didn't realize the seriousness of the matter, so Yuan Sikong had no choice but to emphasize his tone, taking the opportunity to educate him.
"King Jingyuan really said that? Let the little Highness run away if he can't beat him?"
"Yes."
"Excellent, this is the demeanor of a general." Yuan Nanyu said with a smile, "The little highness is going to die of anger, will he let you go like this?"
Yuan Sikong thought about what happened yesterday, and couldn't hold back, he burst out laughing.
"What's wrong?" Yuan Nanyu looked expectant.
Yuan Sikong blinked his eyes: "Yesterday, the little highness came to the racecourse, trying to find fault with me, but..."
After Yuan Nanyu listened, the two laughed wildly.
"Second brother, I really want to go to the racecourse with you." Yuan Nanyu looked at his legs and pouted in disappointment.
"Take good care of my wounds. You are a martial artist, so don't leave any disabilities." Yuan Sikong said seriously, "If you dare to mess around, I will ignore you again."
"knew."
"Okay, let's start reading."
"what… "
"'Ah' what'ah', don't miss the morning class every day." Yuan Sikong coughed lightly, "Zi Jue Four: Don't mean, don't have to, don't be solid, don't me..."
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Half of the horses were selected for Datong Mansion. Xu Hu and Yuan Sikong were exhausted these days, and the colder the weather, the more lazy life was. Yuan Sikong yawned while picking the horses.
But Zhao Dayou jumped out at some time, and Yuan Sikong wondered when he saw him: "Why is Uncle Shi at the racecourse these days?" Zhao Dayou's business is not just raising horses, the racecourse is dirty and cold. He didn't come here very often, but recently he was just like them, seeing reports from the sky.
Zhao Dayou said helplessly, "Your Highness is here again."
"Are you here again?" Yuan Sikong's head got dizzy when he heard Feng Ye, didn't he just come here yesterday, what are you doing here again today
Zhao Dayou smiled wryly: "He said he would pick the horses himself." He was afraid that Feng Ye would make some trouble at his racecourse again, so how dare he stay at home safely.
Just as he was talking, he saw Feng Ye coming on horseback, followed by guards.
Everyone knelt down.
Feng Ye said in that delicate but pompous little voice: "Get up."
Yuan Sikong took a peek at Feng Ye, knowing that Feng Ye was probably coming after him, it seems that this little Highness will not let go until he recovers the beating from him.
"Yuan Sikong." Feng Ye called.
really.
"The grass people are here."
"You taught me how to look at horses."
"Uh… "
"What, it's hard for you?"
"No, no, it's not hard to do. It's a great honor to be able to teach His Highness how to look at horses."
Feng Ye snorted softly, and got off the horse with the help of the guards: "Let's go." At the same time, he turned his head and said to the guards, "Don't follow."
Yuan Sikong winked at Xu Hu and Zhao Dayou, telling them to go about their own business, if they all circled around Fengye, they wouldn't have to do anything else.
"Please, Your Highness."
When the two of them strolled to the stable, Feng Ye couldn't help wrinkling his nose. Although the stables were cleaned every day, the smell of horse manure still rose to the sky. He couldn't help but think of yesterday's scene, and gave Yuan Sikong a displeased look.
Yuan Sikong pretended not to see it, and introduced their Liaodong horse to Feng Ye.
"When looking at a horse, you must first know the purpose of the horse. Whether it is used for fighting, transporting, pulling a cart, or for transportation. Each purpose has different requirements for the horse. The harshness is especially severe on war horses."
"Just talk about how to fight horses."
Yuan Sikong led Feng Ye into the stable, pointed at the horses, and told him in detail, but he listened seriously.
When a horse passed by, it happened to flick its own tail, and Feng Ye's stature happened to bump into him, he grabbed the horse's tail in disgust, and flung it aside forcefully.
Unexpectedly, the horse was stimulated, and kicked out after raising its leg!
Sooner or later, the horse's iron hooves hit Feng Ye's chest straight, Yuan Sikong's heart tightened, and before he had time to think, he suddenly rushed towards Feng Ye, knocking him to the ground, and the iron palm was on Yuan Sikong's chest. Kong's back shoulder brushed, and it was hot immediately.
Yuan Sikong's facial features were distorted by the pain, he gasped, but he couldn't care about himself, he quickly checked Feng Ye: "Your Highness, are you okay..."
Feng Ye sat up and saw Yuan Sikong's face turned pale: "You, what's wrong with you?"
"nothing… "
Feng Ye tore off the back of his collar, seeing that his neck was completely red, he also became nervous: "... Did it kick you?"
"I'm fine, are you injured?" Yuan Sikong almost wanted to cry. He asked himself that he was always smart and rigorous, why did Feng Ye have something to do with the situation again and again
Could it be that the two of them clashed in their lives
"No." Feng Ye said angrily, "This broken horse..."
"Don't blame it, it's just a beast." Yuan Sikong endured the pain and knelt on the ground, "Your Highness is frightened..."
Feng Ye stood up, trying to drag Yuan Sikong up, "I'll ask the doctor to show you."
"No." Yuan Sikong hurriedly said, "The grassroots are fine."
Feng Ye said loudly: "You were kicked by the iron paw of the horse, how can you be safe?"
"Cao Min is really fine." Yuan Sikong said in a low voice, "I beg your Highness... don't tell others." If people know, he will be unable to eat and walk around. If Yuan Mao was disappointed again, what face would he have to stay in the Yuan family.
Feng Ye frowned, walked around behind Yuan Sikong, and grabbed his clothes.
Yuan Sikong let out a soft "hiss".
Feng Ye relaxed his hands and feet, lifted Yuan Sikong's collar, carefully inspected the skin, and touched the bone with his cold hands. It seemed that the bone was indeed not injured, it was just a large red and swollen area on the fair skin. It's really a bit glaring.
Yuan Sikong trembled in pain.
Feng Ye pursed his lips, leaned over, and blew gently.
Yuan Sikong was taken aback for a moment.
"Does it hurt?" Feng Ye asked.
"Uh... it doesn't hurt much."
Feng Ye blew hard a few times, and Yuan Sikong froze in place, feeling slightly touched in his heart.
Finally, Feng Ye stood up angrily, "You really don't want to see the doctor?"
"It's really not necessary, it will be fine after a few days of cultivation."
"... get up."
Yuan Sikong stood up from the ground.
"Don't come to Xiangma tomorrow, go home and rest."
"No, my father ordered me and Uncle Xu to pick two thousand horses for His Royal Highness King Jingyuan, and now it's only half done. I'm fine, I really don't need to rest."
"You... you have something to do tomorrow."
Yuan Sikong was surprised: "Huh?"
"You come to the posthouse tomorrow to find me."
"I don't know what's the matter, Your Highness?"
Feng Ye said loudly: "What do you ask so many to do, come if you are told!"
Yuan Sikong had no choice but to say: "Yes."
"I don't want to meet horses anymore, you accompany me back to the city."
"Grassmen still have..."
"Don't call yourself a 'grassman' anymore, it sounds annoying."
"... I still have some horses to finish."
Feng Ye looked up at him, with domineering innocence in his eyes: "You can do whatever I tell you to do."
Yuan Sikong lowered his head: "No."