Chasing King

Yuan Sikong used to sleep with yuan Nanyu in the same room. In order to let him have a good leg, he moved to the guest room, but he still got up early every day to supervise his reading.

But after lying in bed for a few days, Yuan Nan Yu was not honest.

As soon as he entered the room in the morning, Yuan Sikong felt something was wrong. Yuan Nanyu looked at him with eyes shining and a meaningful smile on her lips.

Yuan Sikong narrowed his eyes: "no matter what you want to do, don't allow."

"You don't know what I want to do."

"I just want to go out."

"No Yuan Nanyu said with a bad smile, "I know what you've done." He arched his hand, "second brother, I really look at you with new eyes!"

Yuan Sikong was a little embarrassed and said, "Dad, because I was in the 20th army battle."

"Dad has forgiven you." Yuan Nan Yu rubbed her buttocks against the edge of the bed. "Second brother, tell me what happened at that time. Tell me from the beginning to the end, quick."

Yuan Si gave him a blank look and said seriously, "today I want to tell you about the four" hearts "that people often have and that the holy place does not have. They are Wu Yi and Wu..."

"Second brother!" Yuan Nanyu said coquettishly, "I beg you. I'm suffocating. I'm dying. I can't move. No one can play with me. You're out early and back late again..." The more he said, the more pitiful he was. His face was almost broken.

Yuan Sikong sighed and said helplessly, "you know, the second brother made a big mistake and implicated his father. It's all due to King Jingyuan's generosity. Otherwise, my life will be in danger. You should take warning."

Yuan Nanyu nodded as if pounding garlic: "understand, understand."

Yuan Sikong told yuan Nanyu all about that day.

Yuan Nanyu listened with relish, as if he was listening to a storyteller in a teahouse in the north of the city. When he got there, he would clap his hands and yell a few times. Obviously, he didn't realize the seriousness of the matter. Yuan Sikong had to emphasize his tone and take the opportunity to educate him.

"Did king Jingyuan really say that? Let your highness run if he can't fight? "

"Yes."

"Great, that's the style of a great general." Yuan Nanyu said with a smile, "Your Highness is going to be angry. Will he let you go like this?"

Yuan Sikong thought of what happened yesterday, but he didn't hold it back. He chuckled.

"What's the matter?" Yuan Nanyu looks forward to it.

Yuan Sikong blinked: "yesterday, Xiao Dian came down from the racecourse and wanted to find fault with me. As a result..."

After hearing this, yuan Nanyu and his wife burst into laughter.

"Second brother, I really want to go to the racecourse with you." Yuan Nanyu looked at her legs and pursed her lips in disappointment.

"Take good care of yourself. You are a martial arts practitioner. Don't leave any disability." Yuan Sikong said solemnly, "if you dare to mess around, I'll never talk to you again."

"I see."

"Come on, start reading."

"Ah..."

"Ah, what ah, don't leave morning class every day." Yuan Sikong coughed softly, "zijue four: no intention, no need, no solid, no me..."

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he has already selected half of the horses for Datong mansion. Xu Hu and Yuan Sikong are exhausted these days. In addition, the colder the weather is, the lazier their life is. Yuan Sikong yawns while picking horses.

But Zhao Dayou didn't know when he came out. Yuan Sikong saw him and said, "how come uncle is at the racecourse these days?" Zhao Dayou's business is not just raising horses. The racecourse is dirty and cold. He doesn't come here much on weekdays. Recently, he is just like them. I'll see the news.

Zhao Dayou said helplessly: "Your Highness is here again."

"Again?" As soon as Yuan Sikong heard Feng Ye, he had a big head. Didn't he just come here yesterday? What did he do today?

Zhao Dayou wry smile: "said to personally pick the horse." He was afraid that Fengye might go wrong in his horse farm again. How dare he stay at home safely.

Just saying that, he saw Feng Ye riding a horse and followed the bodyguard behind him.

The crowd fell on their knees.

Feng Ye said in his tender but full voice, "get up."

Yuan Sikong secretly looks at Feng Ye, and knows that Feng Ye is mostly aimed at him. It seems that his highness won't give up until he gets the fight back from him.

"Yuansikong." Feng Ye called.

Sure enough.

"The grass people are here."

"You taught me how to match horses."

"Er..."

"Why is it so hard for you?"

"No, no, it's not hard to do. It's lucky for the grass people to be able to teach your highness to match horses."

Feng Ye snorted and got off the horse with the help of the bodyguard: "let's go." At the same time, he turned to Shiwei and said, "don't follow."

Yuan Sikong winked at Xu Hu and Zhao Dayou and asked them to do their own work. If they were all around Fengye, they would not have to do anything else.

"Your Highness, please."

Two people stroll to the stable, Feng Ye can't help wrinkling his nose. Although the stable was cleaned up every day, the smell of horse dung still rushed to the sky. He could not help thinking of yesterday's scene and glared at Yuan Sikong.Yuan Sikong pretends not to see them and introduces their Liaodong horse to Fengye.

"First of all, we need to know the use of horses. It's used for war, for transporting goods, for pulling carts, or for walking. For each use, the requirements for horses are different. The war horses are the most severe

"You talk about if the horse is fighting."

Yuan Sikong led Feng Ye into the stable, pointed to the horses and told him in detail. He listened carefully.

When passing by a horse, it happened to swing its tail, and Feng Ye's weight happened to bump into his face. He grabbed the horse's tail and threw it aside.

Unexpectedly, the horse was stimulated and kicked out!

Soon after that, the horse's iron hooves went straight to Fengye's chest. Yuan Sikong's heart was tight, and he had no time to think about it. He suddenly rushed to Fengye and pushed the man down to the ground. The Iron Palm rubbed against Yuan Sikong's back shoulder.

Yuan Sikong's facial features were distorted by the pain. He was breathing, but he didn't care about himself. He quickly checked Fengye: "Your Highness, are you ok..."

Feng Ye sat up and saw yuan Sikong's face turned pale: "what's the matter with you?"

"Nothing..."

Feng Ye opened his back collar and saw that his neck was all red. He was also nervous Did it kick you? "

"I'm fine. Are you hurt?" Yuan Sikong was almost ready to cry. He asked himself that he was always smart and rigorous. Why did he get into trouble again and again? He couldn't get rid of Feng Ye?

Could it be that the two of them were in conflict?

"No Feng Ye said angrily, "this broken horse..."

"Don't blame it. It's just a beast." Yuan Sikong kneels on the ground in pain, "Your Highness is frightened..."

Feng Ye stood up and tried to pull yuan Sikong up. "I'll call the doctor to show you."

"No." Yuan Si empty flurried busy way, "grass people no harm."

Feng Ye said in a high voice: "you are kicked by the horse's iron paw. How can you be unimpeded?"

"The grass people are really out of the way." Yuan Sikong said in a low voice, "please, your highness Don't tell anyone. " Let people know, he is even more to eat. If yuan Mao is disappointed again, what face does he have to stay in Yuan's house.

Feng Ye frowned and went around to Yuan Sikong to drag his clothes.

Yuan Sikong gave a soft hiss.

Feng Ye lightened his hands and feet, lifted yuan Sikong's collar, looked at the skin carefully, and touched the bone with his cold little hand. It seemed that he didn't hurt the bone, but the swelling on the white skin was really dazzling.

Yuan Sikong was shaking with pain.

Feng Ye pursed her lips and blew them gently.

Yuan Sikong was stunned.

"Does it hurt?" Feng Ye asked.

"Well It doesn't hurt much

Feng Ye forced to blow a few times, Yuan Sikong stiff in place, some slightly touched in the heart.

Finally, Fengye stood up angrily: "are you really not going to see the doctor?"

"I really don't need to. I'll be fine in a few days."

“…… Get up. "

Yuan Sikong stood up from the ground.

"Don't come to see a horse tomorrow. Go home and have a rest."

"No, my father ordered me and Uncle Xu to choose two thousand horses for his royal highness King Jingyuan. Now it's only half finished. I'm fine. I really don't have to rest. "

"You You have something to do tomorrow. "

Yuan Sikong was surprised: "ah?"

"Come and see me tomorrow."

"What can I do for your highness?"

Feng Ye said in a loud voice: "ask so much what to do, let you come, you come!"

Yuan Sikong had to say, "yes."

"I don't want to go back to the city with you."

"There are still grass people..."

"Don't call yourself" grass people "any more. It's annoying to hear that."

“…… I still have some horses

Feng Ye looked up at him, eyes mixed with overbearing Innocence: "what I tell you to do, you will do."

Yuan Sikong lowered his head: "No."