
The sobbing young master Zhao wiped his tears with the back of his hand and cursed softly. When he got off the horse, his legs went limp and almost fell down.
The servant quickly went to support him and said, "Young master, young master, are you alright?"
Young master Zhao kicked him, "Do I look alright?"
"You scared me to death just now." He Yan said, "This is all my fault. If I don't insist on holding a horse race with Young Master, Young Master won't be afraid." He deeply regretted and sincerely apologized, "I hope Young Master doesn't remember it."
A thought? What could he mind? The other party was his savior, how could he object? Young master Zhao forced a smile, but he still held back his anger. He looked at the mount of the main culprit, who was still chewing the grass with his head lowered. He was furious and waved his hand, "This traitorous beast, almost caused this young master to be injured. Drag it out and cut off its head! I'll cut it into pieces and make it into dried horse meat! "
He Yunsheng frowned, and He Yan's smile turned cold.
A horse, to a general, is not only a mount, but also a friend who lives and dies together. They could not speak, but they would bring an army and charge into enemy lines. They could not communicate, but they would whine miserably after their master died, and even go on a hunger strike.
They are loyal to their masters, just like how their masters love them.
Young masters from rich lands never understood the cruelty of the battlefield, so they could not understand the friendship between humans and horses. The people were divided into nobles and lowly. A bastard is not worth his doubt. If he wanted to kill her, he would just kill her. Why should he care about other things?
"… it's a good horse" He Sui said. He advised, "Young master, you must think twice before acting."
"This is the young master's horse." Young master Zhao had nowhere to vent his anger, and He Sui had just hit him. He sneered, "I can do whatever I want?" He took out a dagger from his waist, and said, "I'm not only going to kill him, I'm going to kill him here!"
The handle of the dagger is studded with rubies about the size of a pigeon's egg, and the sheath is made of gold. That's very beautiful. Now, the tip of the knife was directed at the horse that was gnawing at the grass. The horse still did not know that his master intended to kill him. He swung his tail casually.
Young Master Zhao's eyes were filled with killing intent as he thought of a good idea. Since this horse scared him and made him lose face, he had better kill him right now. First, it would help him vent his anger, and second, it would show off his courage and regain his face.
He yelled at the waiter, "Catch me!"
He Yan's palm moved slightly, subconsciously his hand grabbed the iron mace at his waist.
He couldn't .. couldn't see the horse die because of him. There was no reason for him to move.
The horse was held by several male servants. The butler turned his head and shouted, "Young master, young master, we are holding him back! Young Master, do it now! "
Young master Zhao held a dagger in his hand and walked forward. He pointed it at the neck of his horse, and the dagger was about to land.
There was a crisp sound, as if metal and stone were colliding. Something fell to the ground. He Yan quietly withdrew his outstretched hand. The dagger in Young Master Zhao's hand had already fallen. Young Master Zhao held onto his wrist and shouted, "Aiyo aiyo".
"Who? Who'sisthis? "He stomped his feet in pain and did not forget to curse," Who flicked me! "
"It's me."
Someone's voice came from behind.
This voice ...He Yan's heart skipped a beat, and he turned to look.
He did not know when two people appeared behind him, and they were both riding horses. The youth on the left wore a licorice yellow robe with a round collar and a slanted collar. Such provocative colors make it look very lifelike. Her lips are red and her teeth white. He smiled brightly, and his eyes were clear. There was a rare child-like innocence in him. He was a young man with high spirits.
As for the young man on the right .. He Yan's eyes sparkled.
It was spring. The willow tree was still new, and the ice and snow had melted. In the city of spring, there were people splitting flowers and brushing willow trees.
The yellow-clothed youth was already very handsome, but the eyebrows and eyes of this young man were even prettier than him. Her face was like beautiful jade, and her eyes were like stars. His eyes were soft, but in the end were slightly raised, like the reflection of autumn water. It was a nice color that could move people's hearts, but because of his gaze, it was ice-cold.
He was not as happy as that young man. He wore a silver crown on his head, and his black hair was unraveled. He was wearing an ice-colored riding suit, and his collar was embroidered with the exquisite Vermilion Bird with golden threads. He wore a pair of soapy green boots, and a glittering sword on his waist. The white horse was golden in color, and he was handsome and graceful. At this moment, his right hand was playing a dark green colored pouch, and there was a clattering sound from within.
The handsome and graceful young master of the Five Hills Aristocratic Family!
He Yan praised him in his heart. Suddenly, he felt something was wrong. In an instant, he lowered his head, and his white veil swayed slightly, covering his eyes.
He only heard the flattering and frightening voice of Young Master Zhao, "So Military Governor Xiao."
He Yan suddenly recalled that many years ago, it was also a spring day like this. Orioles sing and kites dance, and willows fall in a thousand yards. He looked up in bewilderment, and saw a handsome young man in white robes and embroidered boots looking down from the treetops. Although his expression was filled with impatience, it could not hide his handsome appearance.
The spring light is lazy, and the wind is beautiful. He was like jade in a painting, dimming the spring scenery of the city.
Xiao Jue, Xiao Huaijin, his rival in his previous life, and his former classmates. He was also the famous military governor of the right-wing army, General Fengyun.