Heh... Is that so? Yu Qingyu landed heavily on both hooves, the short man tilted slightly, and he quickly crawled down again, holding Ta Xue's neck tightly with both hands, feeling like he was going to grow old like this.
The Tenth Prince watched Ta Xue running wildly on the racetrack, jumping without throwing off the people on his body, his face was a bit gloomy.
The faces of the other princes were not very good-looking, and the people on the Tsarist Russia side laughed and cheered for the short man, and glanced at all the Qing people present with contemptuous eyes.
"Your Majesty, it seems that your fierce horses are nothing more than this!"
The emperor glanced lightly at the talking Tsarist: "It's not time yet." It means that your people started chattering just after running for a few laps, and after a while you were thrown off, I don't know if you can still be so happy.
The people of Tsarist Russia were choked speechless, so they could only look angrily at the field, hoping that their warriors would tame the horse and save face.
Yu Qingyu made a lot of moves but didn't throw the person on him off. He held his breath in his heart and knelt down on the ground with his knees in a posture of self-injury eight hundred and one thousand enemies, turned his head sideways and supported the ground with his neck, and then Lift your legs hard...
"Paji..." The short Tsarist Russian flew over his head, splashing dust all over the place, and a few curses could be heard mixed in
The Tsarist Russian envoy stood up: "Hurry up, go save people!"
The emperor's eyes were stained with an imperceptible smile, but he still pretended to be concerned and sent someone to look at the person who fell off the horse.
The tenth prince saw how badly he had fallen in the snow, a trace of distress flashed in his eyes, his eyes turned golden for a moment, Jin Yutian was about to get angry in the tenth prince's body, it was his Treading Snow, his! How could he be bullied to such an extent, if he didn't kill that Tsarist, what the hell would he be alive for!
Hold on! Hold on! Now is not a good time for him to expose, and in the end Jin Yutian reluctantly returned the control of his body to the Tenth Prince. Fortunately, everyone was paying attention to the field at the moment, and no one noticed him.
Yu Qingyu stood up enduring the pain in his legs, and walked towards the person who was about to get up.
The Tsarist Russian warrior watched Yu Qingyu approaching without realizing the slightest danger, and tried to stand up holding his leg that seemed to be broken.
Suddenly he felt a shadow covering his head, and looked up to see a horseshoe stepping down on his head, one by one was startled, and turned sideways to avoid Yu Qingyu's horseshoe.
"Ahh..." the short man screamed and fainted. He dodged his front hoof but not his back hoof.
Yu Qingyu felt the softness under his feet and rubbed it hard a few times. Since he couldn't feel it on his back, it would be okay to switch to his feet.
The person sent by the emperor clamped his legs subconsciously, as if he felt the pain in his egg deeply.
The two of them carried the fainted man around Yu Qingyu and carefully walked away, for fear that Yu Qingyu would kick them too.
The people sitting on the high platform did not see clearly where Yu Qingyu stepped on that person, but heard the miserable cry of that person.
The tenth prince's distressed expression was replaced by a helpless look, this Taxue... really refused to suffer at all, but luckily, Taxue didn't treat him like that at that time, and he felt very happy.
The emperor had already cultivated a face that showed neither emotions nor emotions, at this moment the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, so fast that no one saw it, he said: "Come here, hurry up and announce the imperial physician.
(end of this chapter)