Chasing King

The boy was dragged back by him, and then the development of things was a bit beyond yuan Sikong's expectation. He even bowed his head and spun, and quickly kicked yuan Sikong's knee.

Yuan Sikong retreated in pain, and his hand was released.

The boy touched the wet and sticky back neck with his hand, and found out the stinking blood of the horse. His little round face turned red: "you You want to die! "

Yuan Sikong's heart trembled slightly. He was wondering why he didn't see the baby's action clearly, and he was shocked by the anger on his face. A child's anger is nothing more than coquetry and spilling. The former is for temptation, and the latter is for catharsis. But the child's anger is anger, like a small beast with its tusks exposed.

Yuan Sikong was calm and didn't pay much attention to a baby. He said in a threatening tone: "don't tell anyone."

The boy's chest heaved: "you have broken the law of Da Sheng, dare you threaten me?"

"I did it for..." Yuansi thinks that it's useless to explain to him. He waved his fist and said, "you can't tell anyone, or I'll kill you!"

After all, he was only 13 years old, and the word "breaking the law" was so heavy that his heart was shaking. When he was caught on the spot, he was naturally flustered. If the other party is an adult, he is not afraid, because he knows that adults can win over him. No matter what way he uses, he will get twice the result. But in front of him, he is a pretty little girl. It's hard for a naive child to understand the reason, and he doesn't care about money and things. The best way to deal with them is to let them fear.

Yuan Sikong's idea can be said to be right, but the people he met were wrong.

The child was irritated and rushed up with a roar, and punched yuan Sikong in the chest.

Yuan Sikong's left hand is blocked, and his right hand grabs his clothes again.

Even a few yuan, a little bit of effort. Although he has been practicing martial arts for four years, his ambition is not here. His kung fu is worse than that of Yuan Weiling. This boy is so smart at a young age. His solid foundation is not inferior to that of yuan Nanyu.

But the two men's height, after all, a head difference, Yuan Sikong seize the opportunity to fall to the ground, left and right bow slapped him in the face, sternly said: "don't tell others."

The little boy roared fearlessly: "disgraceful horse corpse, when the military disposal, go to die!" He kicked hard, not to please yuan Sikong.

Both of them were so angry that they forgot their martial arts routine and began to fight on the ground.

It rained last night, the grass was muddy, and horse dung was everywhere near the stable. They were soon covered in filth, and the color of their clothes became illegible.

When Zhao Dayou and several bodyguards ran over, they almost breathed when they saw this scene.

Two people are fighting blush, was powerful arm frame to open, but also to each other air kick.

"Second highness, are you all right?" The guards turned green with fright.

I saw Zhao Da kneeling on the horse dung, kowtowing and Howling: "Your Highness, the grass people should die, the grass people should die."

Yuan Sikong looks at Zhao Dayou shaking like a sieve chaff. His hot brain wakes up, and a chill rises in his chest. He instantly knows the identity of the little boy. He is Feng Jianping's young son, Feng Ye.

As a matter of fact, he knew the child well, but on the one hand, it was too far away that day, and on the other hand, he was so confused that he didn't think of it. He just died.

Feng Ye pointed to Yuan Sikong, so angry that his voice was distorted: "grab it for me, I, I will chop him!"

Zhao Dayou looks at Yuan Sikong with regret and hatred in his eyes. He wants to cry without tears.

Yuan Sikong has been completely calm, with the mouth to Zhao Dayou said: "burned."

"Your second highness is injured!" A bodyguard saw that Fengye's neck was full of blood. He felt that his life had come to an end today. He just hoped that his family would not be involved.

Fengye seemed to remember: "horse!" He pointed to the stable. "He insulted the horse!"

Yuan Sikong closed his eyes.

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yuan Sikong has been looking forward to having a close look at Jingyuan Wang Zunrong, but he didn't expect that this wish would come true so soon. He is filthy, disheveled, with dark eyes and bleeding mouth. He stinks.

Of course, Fengye was more embarrassed than him. He pressed him on the ground and punched him several times, and his face was swollen.

Feng Jianping was in his infallible age. He had a full heaven, a nose like gall, two sword eyebrows slanting into his temples, and a pair of sharp eyes like eagles. He was handsome and handsome, natural but not frivolous, not angry but powerful.

Feng Jianping looked at Yuan Sikong, who was kneeling on the ground and didn't dare to look up. Then he looked at his little son, who was like a stinky mud ball. He burst out laughing.

Feng Ye was not angry: "father, are you laughing at me?"

Feng Jian was so happy that he leaned forward and backward: "you lost the fight, can't I laugh at you?"

Feng Ye was unconvinced: "he is taller than me!"

"Yes, you also know that he is taller than you. My father taught you what to do when the enemy is strong and I am weak?"

Feng Ye pursed his lips.

"Run." Feng Jianping is not smiling. "He knows that he can't fight even if he wants to, but he is brave in the air. One day when you lead a war and you are outnumbered, you have to risk your life and death. This is a big taboo for a commander. "Feng Ye's eyes turned red, half angry and half wronged.

Feng Jian waved: "my wolf, come here."

Fengye wriggled over.

Feng Jianping wiped the mud off his face and said with a smile, "don't cry. If you cry, I'll laugh at you even more. I'll ask your elder brother to laugh at you."

Feng Ye stares big eyes and stifles the tears of the hanging frame. That small appearance is really pitiful.

Feng Jianping moved his eyes to Yuan Sikong: "boy, raise your head."

Yuan Sikong raised his face and looked at Feng Jianping in fear. His heart was like ashes.

First offend Ma Shi, then offend the prince's son. He doesn't know what his fate will be. It's a big deal to die, just don't involve the yuan family.

"You are the son of guard Yuanmao in Guangning."

"Back to your highness, CaoMing is just an adopted son."

"I heard that you dissected the corpse of a horse. Why?" Feng Jianping joked, "Yuanmao is hungry for you?"

Yuan Sikong's slightly raised Adam's apple rolled up and down, and calmly replied: "the grass people have been raising horses for four years. They think that if they can understand the bones of the horse's viscera, meridians and blood vessels, they can cure some difficult and miscellaneous diseases. They don't mean to insult the horse's corpse, let alone eat it."

Feng Jianping raised his eyebrows and stretched out his hand.

His subordinates handed him a bloody book. He opened it and looked at it. Unexpectedly, he raised his eyebrow: "did you write all this?"

"Yes."

"You..."

Feng Jianping didn't say anything. He just heard the sound of footsteps. Yuan Sikong didn't have to look back to recognize that it was yuan Mao.

With a plop, Yuan Mao knelt down heavily on the ground and said in a loud voice, "the last general has no way to teach his son. He is willing to be dealt with by military law. His highness, please surrender!"

Yuan Sikong's eyes were hot and his heart was filled with remorse. He has been cautious for four years, but he has made mistakes one after another these days. He has no face to face yuan Mao.

Feng Jianping pointed to Yuan Sikong: "Yuan Mao, your son insults the corpse of a horse first, and then intimidates and beats my son. What do you think I should do for him?"

"It's up to your highness to decide. Just ask him to remember his youth and let the last general accept it for him."

Yuan Sikong said without hesitation, "I did it alone. I have nothing to do with others. The grass people are willing to be punished."

"Shut up." Yuan Mao murmured angrily.

Feng Jianping threw the book in front of Yuanmao: "have a look."

Yuan Mao turned over a few pages and found that all the pictures on them were obtained from Yuan Sikong's dissection of a horse's corpse. The weight of various organs, the direction of muscles and bones, and the position of joints were recorded in pictures and texts one by one. He was not surprised that Yuan Sikong had done such a thing. The child was gifted, extremely intelligent and thoughtful, which was often unpredictable.

"He is smart and responsible. He will become a great weapon."

Yuan Mao was terrified and said, "Your Highness has been praised falsely."

Feng Jianping leaned slightly: "Yuanmao, you raise your face to talk to me."

Yuan Mao raised his head and looked straight at Feng Jian's sharp eyes. He felt uneasy.

Feng Jianping chuckled: "I ask you again, what crime should I commit? This is Guangning's territory. I'll listen to you. "

Yuan Mao bowed to the ground: "the end will not dare, the end will be left to his highness."

Feng Jianping said, "wolf."

"The child is here." Fengye road.

"You found the corpse of humiliating horse, and you were beaten too. What do you say to deal with it?"

Feng Ye narrowed his eyes and glared at Yuan Sikong. Just as he was about to open his mouth, Feng Jianping raised his hand to stop him.

"Military law is military law, and private resentment is private resentment. It can't be confused."

Feng Ye took a deep breath and hummed in his crisp voice, "Yuan Sikong has insulted the corpse of a horse. We should deal with it according to the military law, because he was young and ignorant. His father, Yuan Mao, took it for granted. He was responsible for leading the army for 20 years and was fined for three months."

Yuan Sikong still wants to open his mouth. Yuan Mao presses his head and forces him to kowtow: "thank your highness."

Feng Jianping looked at Yuan Sikong and said: "why, you don't seem to be convinced?"

"The grass people dare not, thank your highness Hong En." Yuan Sikong felt guilty and wanted to cry.

Yuan Mao said, "Your Highness, if you offend your highness, I hope you can take it with you."

Feng Jianping and Hao Mai laughed: "what's wrong with children's fighting?"

Yuan Mao was relieved and kowtowed gratefully: "Your Highness is magnanimous and will never forget."

"Go and take it."

"Yes."

"Oh, wait." Feng Jianping pointed to Yuan Sikong, "I hereby authorize you to dissect the corpse of a horse for the study. Of course, you should bury it properly afterwards."

Yuan Sikong looks up excitedly and looks at Feng Jianping in disbelief.

Feng Jianping said with a smile, "if you can really work out a good prescription for Ma, you will be able to do it for thousands of years. Don't let your father suffer in vain in these 20 battles."

"Thank you, your highness! Thank you, your highness Yuan Sikong only felt that Feng Jianping was full of holy light, and Wei'an was like a God. He has never seen Feng Jianping fight, nor has he seen Feng Jianping train the army. But just by this, we can see that Feng Jianping is a good general with wisdom, sincerity, benevolence, bravery and strictness in the art of war!No wonder this man has made great contributions.

Feng Jianping beat Feng Ye's chest with his big fist: "my wolf, this man beat you and humiliated you. You should remember to practice martial arts frequently and beat you back later, eh?" He winked at Fengye.

"Yes Feng Ye clenched his small fist and said in a loud voice: "Yuan Sikong, you wait. Sooner or later, I'll beat you all over the floor looking for your teeth!"