Chasing King

Emperor Zhaowu asked, "how is your father?"

"Thank you for your concern. My father has an old illness occasionally, but it's getting warmer recently. It's much better."

"What is the old disease, is it serious?"

"It's all years of injuries. It's not serious for the time being."

Emperor Zhaowu gave a "Oh" and coughed softly: "King Jingyuan has been guarding the border for 30 years. He's the most meritorious Minister of Dasheng. I hope he will take good care of himself."

"Thank you, your majesty. I will tell my father."

Emperor Zhaowu asked again, "I heard that you are not feeling well due to the fatigue of your journey in recent days. Are you better?" The fact that Fengye turned away the visitors could not be concealed from the emperor.

Feng Ye eyebrows did not shake: "back to the emperor, micro minister much better."

"Better, or better?" Emperor Zhaowu leaned slightly and squinted to see the expression on Feng Ye's face.

Feng Ye thought a little All right

"Good, good. I heard that you went out with your father when you were 11 years old. You have excellent martial arts and courage. I also heard that Er It's said that you can make one stone (read Dan) gun and shoot two stone bows, but really? "

Feng Ye arched his hand and said, "I dare not deceive you. It's true."

There was an uproar all around.

An ordinary adult man is not as heavy as a stone. It's really shocking that this young man dare to make such bold remarks.

"No way." A big man with a bearded face came out and said, "Your Majesty, if I'm rude, I won't believe it."

"Ha ha ha." Emperor Zhaowu pointed to the humanist, "Fengye, General Chang Shichang, is the most powerful man in the capital. No one can pull his bow. Do you dare to try it?"

Feng Ye squinted at Chang Shi, and his eyebrows were filled with a calm arrogance: "why don't you dare?"

Chang Shi snorted from his nose and said, "take my bow."

Liang Sui excitedly grabbed Yan Sikong's sleeve: "Sikong, do you think xiaoshizi can open it? He He's as thin as a general. "

Yan Sikong said, "if you can't open it, you'll lose face. What's the big deal?"

"Hey, do you think he can afford to lose face?"

Yan Sikong stares at Feng Ye. Ten years later, he is just more arrogant than he was when he was young, but he doesn't have the loveliness at that time. He hopes Feng Ye can "lose face". He is so arrogant that he will be taught a lesson sooner or later.

Chang Shi's bow is a circle bigger than the ordinary one. Its body is black and thick as a boa constrictor. Even if it's not used as a bow Messenger, it's used as a crooked stick. If it's used to fight down, it's afraid that it's going to break its head and blood.

Chang Shi called two pawns: "you two try this bow. Don't tell people that I'm fooling you."

They looked at each other. One of them held the bow and the other tried to pull the bowstring. However, he held the bow with both hands and leaned back, his face turned red. The bowstring was only slightly open, as if there was an invisible force, which could not be pulled apart.

The pawn arched his hand and said, "General Chang, we really can't open it."

"Step back."

Feng Ye's mouth trembled slightly and his face mocked.

Chang Shi took the bow, gave a low drink, bent slightly, and pulled open the bowstring with force. His arms muscles burst, as if he was about to burst his clothes. He straightened up, aimed at the target in the distance, and shot an arrow.

Just listening to the sound of the wind breaking when the arrow left the string, you can imagine the power of the arrow. You can only see that it plunged into the vertical pole of the target and broke the whole target.

All around burst out shouting: "good!"

"Great The crowd applauded.

Yan Sikong clapped his hands and said, "stupid.".

Chang Shi gasped for breath, turned to Emperor Zhaowu and asked for credit: "I'm so ugly."

Emperor Zhaowu said happily, "General Chang is worthy of being my great general. If you come, you will be rewarded with a hundred taels of silver."

"Thank you, Emperor!"

The eyes of the people on the field all fell on Feng Ye.

Chang Shi is famous for his great strength. No one can make the bow except him. Although Feng Ye is strong and slender, he still has the strength and thin of a young man. It doesn't look like he can pull the two crossbows.

Fengye walked past, his old attendant followed him, put on the palm for him, and then quietly retreated to one side.

Feng Ye took the bow, weighed it in his hand, and hooked his lips with a smile.

Yan Sikong is also a little nervous. Like most people present, he can't really pull the bow.

Feng Ye suddenly raised his bow and thrust it into the ground. A small wooden handle, which was redundant from the bow, was inserted into the soil, and the bow "stood up" like this.

The crowd looked at him in bewilderment.

Feng Ye raised a long leg, stepped on the bow, held the string with both hands, leaned back, drank low, and pulled open the big bow with two stones!

"This Is that a foul Liang whispered.

Yan think empty face with even he did not notice the smile: "since opened, how to count foul."The bowstring is tight and the arrow flies out like lightning!

In a flash, everyone's heads turned in the same direction and looked at the target.

That arrow went through the heart!

The scene was so quiet that the needles could be heard.

Feng Ye put down his bow, clapped his hands, and said: "the villagers in Shanye can also carry big stones, but no one can carry stones to kill the enemy. The arrow won't kill the enemy. What's the use of a heavy bow?"

Chang Shi's face suddenly turned red.

Yan Sikong frowned slightly.

Silence for a moment, suddenly thunderous applause.

Emperor Zhaowu also came back to himself and looked down at the stage as if at a loss.

Yan Sikong followed his eyes and saw that Xie Zhongren gave the emperor a placating gesture. He was alert. It seemed that Yan Zilian was right. Today, they were determined to give Fengye a hand. I'm afraid it's not over.

A young eunuch ran on the stage and whispered a few words in emperor Zhaowu's ear. Emperor Zhaowu laughed and calmed down: "Ai Qing is really a young hero. It's amazing. There are successors in the family army."

Fengye respectfully said: "I don't dare to be a minister."

"Since Ai Qing has really opened this bow, I will reward you heavily." Emperor Zhaowu clapped his hands and said, "come on, pull the horse that general Di paid tribute to."

"Yes."

"Fengye, I've got a horse, a fierce horse." Emperor Zhaowu pretended to be mysterious and said, "this horse is the king of Tianshan grassland. General Di personally led a hundred people to ride it. He surrounded it for three days and three nights before catching it. It's said that this horse travels thousands of miles every day, and it's hard to find gold. A good horse should be matched with a good general. This horse has a very strong character, and no one can control it so far. If you tame it today, it will belong to you! "

Feng Ye's eyes brightened and interest came.

After a while, I heard a clear hiss, accompanied by the sound of hooves, coming from a distance.

They looked forward, but saw a high Xiongjun horse coming. It was as red as cinnabar, and as flaming as fire. Its hair was bright, and its long mane was flying. It was covered with oily fur and twisted muscles. At a glance, it was more like a beast than a horse. It took three men to hold it.

Everyone praised: "good horse, it's the best horse."

Yan Sikong is even more infatuated with it. In the past ten years, he has not starved to death because of his ability to raise horses. He loves a good horse as much as any general. This horse is undoubtedly the best he has ever seen.

The horse was tied to the stone.

Feng yemulu was pleasantly surprised and walked around it slowly. His huge nose flapped and his hooves were agitated. He was ready to kick the people in front of him at any time.

Feng Ye asked, "Your Majesty, does this mark have a name?"

"No master, no name."

Feng Ye showed a smile of ambition: "then I must think of a good name for it."

With more than ten years of experience in raising horses, Yan Sikong concluded that this horse could not be tamed by one person. It was not a domesticated horse, but a wild horse, just like a lion on the grassland. It was a fierce beast. The horse didn't even saddle up. If Fengye was thrown off the horse, it would be a small shame. If he couldn't make a good life, he would have to go in.

Yan Sikong looks at emperor Zhaowu and Xie Zhongren, and his eyes are grim. They Do you want to kill me.

He stood up suddenly.

Liang Sui grabbed him: "Sikong, what are you doing? It's a good play. "

Yan Sikong waved his hand and said, "I can't hold it any longer. I'll go back."

"You, you, hurry up."

Yan Sikong left the seat with his waist down. Fortunately, they sat far away from the throne, and Fengye didn't notice him. He ran around the crowd and ran to a man.

"Old man." Yan Sikong patted the man behind.

The man was startled and looked back. He was Fengye's attendant. He was not sure about Yan Sikong's identity, so he said, "what's your command?"

Yansi Airbus airway: "can I take a step to talk?"

He thought for a moment and withdrew from the crowd: "please, my Lord."

"What do you call it?"

"Cao min's surname is Xue."

Yan Sikong said quickly: "Xue Bo, please tell your highness that first, don't be hard, first, irritate the horse and consume its strength. Second, don't mount the horse from behind, but when it raises its hooves, go under its armpit and hold its neck..."

Xue Bo looked at the handsome young man in front of him, not knowing what to say.

"Third, the most important thing, you must remember clearly. His highness Shizi wants to get rid of his shoes and use his toes to look for the horse's last rib. If he kicks the rib fiercely, the horse will feel great pain. As long as his highness Shizi can endure on the horse, he will surely be soft. "

Xue Bo was stunned: "ah This... "

Yan Sikong's eyes were sharp: "do you remember?"

Xue Bo was shocked by Yan Sikong's momentum and nodded.

"Come on."

"I dare to ask you..."

"Go

"Yes, yes." Xuebo ran to Fengye, who was waiting for his horse.Yan Sikong hid in the crowd and watched quietly. Whether Fengye can subdue the horse depends on how long he can stay on the horse's back without being thrown down.

Xue Bo stood on tiptoe and said something in Feng Ye's ear. Feng Ye frowned suspiciously and looked at the place where Xue Bo just stood. But he didn't see anyone. He nodded.

There was a lot of discussion, waiting for Fengye to mount.

Fengye was no longer eager to mount the horse, but continued to circle around the horse. The horse was provoked and furious, but the neck of the horse was tied, and it couldn't reach Fengye.

After such a stalemate, some people began to coax: "son of a bitch, I will never go to the sun again!"

"Isn't Shizi afraid?"

"Shizi, get on the horse."

Feng Ye frowned.

Yan Sikong said in his heart: "wait, wait..."

Feng Ye squatted down and took off his shoes.

Yan Sikong sighed, still so impulsive.

This action is quite puzzling. Before we can see what Feng Ye is going to do, we can see that he has already sprung up in the same place and rushed to the horse like an arrow.

With a long roar, the horse's strong hooves rose from the ground and kicked Fengye head-on.

There is no doubt that this huge horseshoe can send people to hell.

Fengye is a goshawk skimming water, low body close to the grass across, beautiful to avoid the horse's hoof, and then a little bit, jump forward, arms around the neck of the horse, long legs to step up, electric light flint, people are on the horse.

The audience was amazed.

Yan Sikong couldn't help laughing, remembering that Feng Ye had to step on two pedals to get on the horse when he was a child, which was very different from today's quick and wolf like young general.

When he got on the horse, the challenge was officially started. The horse really went crazy and jumped in place, trying to throw Fengye off his back.

Feng Ye grabs its mane and holds the horse's belly tightly in his thigh. It's difficult to find the horse's ribs with his toes.

The horse kept struggling. It was not easy for him to keep his body steady. He gave up halfway several times. He gritted his teeth and went to count his ribs persistently.

One, one, the last!

Feng Ye's eyes are bare, and he kicks them hard.

As expected, the horse's body trembled violently, and his throat hissed painfully. Fengye had no time to be happy, because he was completely enraged, and he was even more crazy. Fengye's teeth collided up and down, biting his tongue, and his mouth was full of blood.

Fengye knew that if he was thrown down like this, he would not die or be disabled. He had to tame this fierce animal!

The horse continued to struggle fiercely, while Fengye clenched his teeth and kicked hard at the acupoint.

Yan Sikong clenched his fists, his mouth was dry, and his eyes glared with blood.

The people on the field dare not breathe. Feng Ye's face was full of sweat, the corners of his mouth were bleeding, and his face was very ferocious. A pair of eyes seemed to be suffused with green light. What they clearly saw was a wolf on the horse's back!

This silent contest lasted for a long time. The horse's struggle finally slowed down. It was obviously tired.

Feng Ye didn't dare to take it lightly. He was still lying on the horse.

Finally, gradually, the horse did not struggle any more, its hooves stabbed steadily, its head drooped and gave in.

Feng Yechang let out a breath and let out all his strength. His limbs were paralyzed. He lay on his horse and could hardly move.

This time, no one yelled or applauded. It was as if they had seen a fierce fight between wild animals, but they could not come back to God. The word "Fengye" has been engraved into everyone's eyes.

Yan Sikong with a sigh of relief, slowly out of the crowd.

Emperor Zhaowu had no choice but to give the horse to Fengye. He probably didn't have the heart to continue to "test" Fengye's abilities. He announced the start of spring hunting and ordered his princes to go hunting.

Although Feng Ye was tired to death, he just got a BMW and was very interested. He vomited blood from his mouth, saddled himself and rode it to hunt.

Yan Sikong watched Feng Ye's wind like figure leave. With a faint smile, he turned and left.