Chasing King

Yuan Sikong knew that Fengye had come to find fault on purpose, but he had no choice. Seeing that he wanted to get off the horse, he had to crawl over and kneel under the horse.

Fengye also took yuansikong's back as shangmashi and jumped heavily.

Yuan Sikong snorted, and his body sank down. He just managed to hold on and didn't fall.

Feng Yefu jumped to the ground again and said with pride, "cure me."

Yuan Sikong stood up and looked at the horse. Qin Ma, who has mixed the northwest horse blood, is very tall. He has to stand on tiptoe to observe the horse's mouth and nose. He can see that his nose is moist and his mouth is dry. It doesn't seem to be a big problem, but he is really depressed. Feng Ye doesn't seem to be lying.

He looked around and finally pressed the horse's belly with his hand to find the answer. The horse's belly was bulging and hard. It was obvious that he had accumulated food and could not excrete, so he lost his appetite. He explained to Feng Ye.

Feng Ye picked pick eyebrow: "is constipation?"

"Back to your highness, yes."

"Is it good?"

"It's a good cure. Just take a dose of herbal medicine and take it with the water. After two or three hours, it will be unobstructed naturally. "

"Two or three hours? I'm going to run now. It's too slow. " Feng Ye looks at Yuan Sikong provocatively.

"Accumulating food is a common disease that has nothing to do with pain and itching. The grass people think that it is not appropriate to double the amount of decoction."

"I don't care. You have to cure it now." Feng Ye showed a bad smile, "otherwise, you'd better be my horse and run twenty miles behind my back?"

Yuan Sikong scolded in his heart. Lao Tzu killed you first. On the surface, he said humbly, "don't worry, your highness. The grass people have a way."

Feng Ye crossed his two short arms to his chest and looked at him in his spare time, waiting for him to be cured. He had reason to punish him.

Yuan Sikong began to undress.

Feng Ye stepped back: "what do you do?"

"Medical horse."

Yuan Sikong took off his coat, folded it and put it in a dry place. Then he went to the warehouse and took out a bucket of glycerin and an apron. He put the glycerin on the ground, put the apron on his body, and finally began to roll his sleeves.

Feng YeHu looked at him suspiciously.

Yuan Sikong rolled up his sleeve, dug up a handful of glycerin with his hand, and smeared it on the horse's anus without changing his face.

Feng Ye even stepped back two steps, he saw what yuan Sikong was going to do, and a trace of horror appeared on his face.

Yuan Sikong gently pounded the horse's belly with his fist, softened his anus with glycerin, and then calmly extended his arm in a little bit.

Feng Ye's face was whitewashed, and his stomach turned and almost vomited.

Yuan Sikong glanced at him quietly, with a banter smile in the corner of his mouth. He still said in a loud voice: "Your Highness is worried, so the grass people have to use this crude method to let the horse get rid of the accumulated food. If you don't feel well, don't look at it, or you will lose your precious body. " While talking, he poured glycerin into it.

"Stop talking!" Fengye was angry and anxious. He didn't want to see it, but he was not willing to show his weakness. He forced himself to see, "if I can't even see this, how can I lead a war in the future?" He couldn't help retching again and regretted coming here.

"What your highness said is very true. The grass people admire it." When Yuan Sikong saw that it was almost over, he pulled out his filthy arm and took a few steps back.

The horse's stomach was tumbling, and soon, feces mixed with a mess of diarrhea, popped out from the anus, splashing more than ten feet.

Feng Ye couldn't help it any more. Wow, he vomited.

Yuan Sikong's smile made his cheeks ache, and he was very happy.

Taking advantage of Feng Ye's vomit, Yuan Sikong goes to wash his hands in the warehouse. Accumulating food is a common disease of horses. The first time he saw Xu Hu treat it like this, he was so disgusted that he almost vomited. Later, he studied medicine for horses, and even more disgusting people had seen and tried it. Now his heart is as still as water.

After carefully cleaning with Gleditsia sinensis, he went out of the warehouse and put on his coat. Seeing Feng Ye still squatting on the ground, his face was pale and his eyes were watery. He suddenly felt that he couldn't bear it. After all, he was only an eight year old child. Was he a bit cruel? He walked over and squatted beside Fengye: "Your Highness, you..."

Feng Ye turned his head and saw that he was like a ghost. He stepped back a few steps: "get away from me!"

Yuan Sikong pretended to be innocent: "Oh."

Feng Ye looked at his arm.

Yuan Sikong lifted it up and showed it: "it's clean."

"You stink to death!"

"Yes." Yuan Sikong smelled it himself, and it seemed that it was not any more delicious. He didn't care much, "would you like to drink some water?"

"Where is the water?"

"There will be some in the warehouse. Will the grass people take it?"

"You stay with me, I'll go myself." Feng Ye glared at him, stood up and ran to the barn.

Yuan Sikong sat on the grass, intending to have a rest for a while, and his face showed a happy smile.

For a moment, Fengye came out, about also arranged the appearance, not as embarrassed as just now.

Yuan Sikong said: "Your Highness, do you want to run horses? Will the grass people help you to mount the horse? ""No, let it rest. It stinks." Feng Ye kicked a small stone on the ground at his horse.

The horse was nibbling at the grass.

Feng Ye sat a few feet away from Yuan Sikong and said angrily, "tell me what you want."

"Ah?" Yuan Sikong didn't respond.

"As I said, there's a reward when you're cured."

Feng Ye pursed his lips and his face was full of anger. It was so cute that Yuan Sikong thought of yuan Nanyu when he was a child. When they first met, they were not that old. He was happy to say: "it's a blessing for the grass people to share their worries for your highness. How dare you ask for a reward."

"Don't pretend to be humble. I know you don't agree." Seal wild flat flat flat mouth, "can dissect horse corpse is to violate the law."

"The grassroots know their guilt." Yuan Si admitted defeat in his mouth, and he was not satisfied with what Feng Ye said. What he regretted was that Yuanmao was caught by Fengye, which implicated him, not the corpse of a horse. In his opinion, the ban was pedantic and dull, which seemed to protect horses, but actually caused more damage.

Feng Ye snorted: "as for your attack on me, I'll settle with you sooner or later."

"The grassroots know their sins, and your highness can punish them."

"If I punish you for this, I will bully others. Just wait. You won't be my opponent before long."

"That's natural. The tiger father has no dog son. In the future, your highness will be as powerful as king Jingyuan."

This is probably true to please Feng Ye's favor, his face softened a little: "hurry to say, what do you want to reward?". The person in charge of the order must do what he says, forbid what he orders and do what he does, and then he can become an army. "

Yuan Sikong saw that Fengye was serious, and his eyes couldn't help throwing at Fengye's horse. He swallowed his saliva, thinking that the Qin horse was really tall and handsome. If you can ride on it, I don't know if you can feel the heroic spirit of Fengye's army.

Feng Ye saw through his mind: "do you want to ride my horse?"

Yuan Sikong didn't know whether Fengye would be angry, so he didn't dare to answer easily.

Feng Ye stood up and patted his clothes: "let's go, but you need to take me."

Yuan Sikong's eyes brightened: "when Are you serious? "

"My husband has a lot to say, what can I say?" However, Sichi Xiaoer dares to talk about her husband. It's funny. But yuan Sikong clearly sees Cheng Zhu in Feng Ye's round face. He says that Feng Ye will be famous like Feng Jianping one day. It's not all flattery. The little beast's spirit of fearing God and Buddha is natural, which is deeply rooted in his blood and beyond his age.

Yuan Sikong got excited. He ran to the horse and half squatted down, waiting for Feng Ye to step on him.

Feng Ye came up and kicked him: "go away, I can go up by myself."

Yuan Sikong had to get out of the way. Then he found out that the saddle of the horse was specially made. The stirrups had two pairs, one long and one short. There was a special help rope cover on the side flap, which was obviously designed for Fengye and adults to ride together.

Feng Ye grasped the rope cover and lifted his body up. His little hand caught the saddle again, and his foot reached the stirrup. Finally, he climbed up the horse much higher than him by himself. He was skillful and skillful, and obviously practiced many times. Yuan Sikong smiles, steps on the horse, sits behind Feng Ye and steps on another set of stirrups.

Feng Ye pulled the reins, tugged hard, pinched his legs, and yelled: "drive!"

The horse trotted.

Zhao Dayou's Racecourse is the best one in Liaodong. It has a vast grassland. Although it will be covered with snow in winter, it is still full of green and yellow grass. Under the north wind, it pushes away layers of ripples. The horses run as if they are floating on the blue waves. The sky is high and the water is wide, and they are very free.

Feng Ye was young after all, and his control of the horse was limited by his height. He did not dare to be too fast. Yuan Sikong simply took the reins in his hand, waved the whip and yelled: "drive!"

Stimulated, the horse threw off its hooves and ran wildly, its hooves overlapping and its long mane flying, as if it was going to turn into a dragon in the next second.

Feng Ye laughed happily: "faster! Fly

Yuan Sikong's ability to control the horse is very good. The horse runs fast and steadily. He imagined that he was wearing armor and helmets, galloping in the vast fertile land of Eastern Liaoning, which was his hometown. Although he was trampled by the golden thieves and iron cavalry, he also held on to his hometown which was unwilling to bend!

Feng Ye pointed to the front, followed the example of an adult and yelled: "kill -"

yuan Sikong also yelled: "kill -"

kill! Kill all the bandits who invade our mountains and rivers, kill all the barbarians who invade our Central Plains!

A horse, two teenagers, gallop under the setting sun like blood, as if to the end of the sky.

It was not until they ran out that they returned to the stable. The bodyguards swarmed up, obviously looking for Fengye.

He has a beautiful face, which is not matched with a jade crown.

"Brother!" Feng Ye was so excited that he waved his little arm happily on the horse.Yuan Sikong didn't dare to neglect him. He jumped off his horse and knelt down on the ground: "the grass people have seen your highness."

This man is Feng Jianping's eldest son, Feng Li, who was named the son of King Jingyuan in the first volume of the current holy book a few years ago.

Feng Li had a smile on his face: "get up." At the same time step forward.

Fengye jumped down from the horse and jumped directly into fenghunting's arms.

Feng Li feigned anger and said, "where are you going? I can't find you."

"To run the horse!" Feng Ye's little face was powdered by the cold wind, "why did you come to the racecourse, brother?"

"Look around." Feng Li pinched Feng Ye's little face. "It's so cold. Is Ye Er frozen?"

Feng Ye shook his head: "not cold." He pushed his chest and whispered, "brother, put me down quickly." He peeked at Yuan Sikong, obviously unwilling to be held in his arms like a child.

"You've been playing all day. Go back to dinner," he said

"Oh." Feng Ye took another look at Yuan Sikong.

Feng Lieqi said: "he was the child who had a fight with you on that day after the horse was killed?"

Yuan Sikong is even lower.

Feng Ye snorted, which was regarded as acquiescence.

Feng Li couldn't help laughing: "well, are you friends again? I don't know each other

"Who are his friends?" Feng Ye said angrily.

"The grassroots dare not." Yuan Sikong said quickly.

Feng Ye rolled his eyes: "brother, let's go back."

"Will you come to the racecourse tomorrow?"

“…… Tomorrow is tomorrow. "

When Feng brothers left, Yuan Sikong raised his head and breathed a sigh of relief.