In the hunting ground in the southern suburbs, Yu Qingyu stood with a row of steeds, which was very conspicuous. The silver-gold coat color shone in the sun, fascinating the eyes of a group of people.
Sitting on a high platform, the emperor squinted his eyes looking at a row of fierce horses below. On the left sat his sons, and on the right sat a row of Tsarist envoys, headed by a tall man with blue eyes and a high nose bridge. His eyes also looked at the rows of horses.
Among the Tsarist Russian envoys, a short man with bulging muscles came out and spoke a string of Russian words, which the translator quickly translated.
The emperor laughed a few times and said: "You're right, these horses are indeed chosen randomly for you, but some horses are my son's horses, and it's your business whether you train them or not." The implication is that if you choose a good horse and you can't ride it, you can't blame me.
The man who spoke walked up to Yu Qingyu and said, "I'll just pick this horse."
The tenth prince suddenly stood up: "No, this is my horse, you can choose another one."
The man also refused to budge, saying that he had his eye on this horse, and his horse training skills were among the best in their country. Could it be that the Qing Dynasty did not dare to let him choose this horse because it was afraid of losing
Hearing this, all the princes were a little worried. If he really trained this bloody horse, then their chances of winning would be a little smaller.
All the princes looked at Yu Qingyu with all kinds of eyes, hoping that he would be more confident and not be tamed by the Tsarist Russians.
Yu Qingyu looked at Kong and blinked at the tenth prince, reassuring him. The tenth prince was a little worried, and sneered: "It's not that this prince won't let you ride, it's that this prince is afraid that you... will be thrown to death." !” The last few words were said through gritted teeth, full of provocation.
The short man was very angry when he heard what the translator said. He wanted to prove to everyone that he had the ability to control the horse, and he promised that the process of taming the horse would not take more than half an hour, so he led Yu Qingyu to the racecourse.
Kangxi curled his lips coldly. He remembered that this horse was presented by Mongolia. There are so many good horse riders in Mongolia who have not trained this horse. His ten sons don’t know how to get this horse. He didn't believe that the Tsarist Russian envoy could tame the horse in just half an hour.
Yu Qingyu looked at the short man in front of him, his thoughts had already spread to the sky.
What posture should he use to throw him off? Did he ruin his face, or his eggs
Also, I heard that people in foreign countries hang big. I don’t know if it’s true. He only heard other people discuss it. After a while, this person sat on his back. I don’t know if he can feel his size. I’m looking forward to it...
Suddenly his back sank, Yu Qingyu recovered from his wild thoughts, a glimmer of excitement flashed in his eyes, and he started to run quickly.
Fuck! He actually forgot that there is such a thing as a saddle. He can't feel any feeling of being close to human skin, and naturally he can't feel the size. Who the hell invented the saddle, bad review!
Yu Qingyu felt upset, raised his front hooves vigorously, raised his head and neighed, and stood up, supporting the weight of his whole body with his two hind legs, as if he wanted to throw the Tsarist down.
The short man held the rein tightly in his hands, and his legs clamped Yu Qingyu's horse's belly strongly, which made him very uncomfortable.
(end of this chapter)