Chapter 688: Horror

Nan Yan has ridden a horse before, but she is not a very good rider.
After all, a skilled rider needs a horse to practice for her, and she needs a wide field to gallop on horseback. She has almost none of these.
Therefore, when riding on the horse, she was very nervous, squeezed the reins to clamp the horse's belly, and did not dare to move at all, causing the steed under the seat to ring anxiously.
Munch said patiently on the side: "You don't need to be too nervous."
"..."
"When riding a horse, you have to appreciate the rhythm of the horse."
"Horse also has rhythm?"
"Of course," he said with a smile, "the horse's breathing, movement, and every run is rhythmic."
"..."
"If you can find its rhythm, you can be an excellent rider."
Nan Yan heard him say so, tried to relax and feel the horse under him. Indeed, he could feel its vigorous muscles buckle with breathing, stroking its slender neck, and could feel the underneath of the fur. , Full of vitality.
Munch said: "You try first, let it walk around, and after getting familiar with the rhythm, try to run again."
"it is good."
Nan Yan nodded, shaking the rein in his hand, and the horse under the seat immediately raised his leg and walked forward.
Step by step, but walking at a constant speed and steady.
Soon, Nan Yan found the rhythm that matched it.
Munch said: "Try to run."
Nan Yan took a deep breath, then squeezed the reins, shaking again: "Drive!"
The horse under the seat was originally a steed horse. As soon as he heard the order, he spread all four hooves and galloped forward.
Nan Yan was caught off guard and leaned back, but immediately stabilized his figure, stepped on the stirrups with both feet, leaned forward, and moved his body with each rush of the horse.
Soon, this rhythm was also closed.
She and the horse were almost indistinguishable from each other, and quickly ran a long distance around the racecourse.
The wind blows across the cheek with the breath of grass, bringing a refreshing feeling.
Nan Yan couldn't help laughing.
Since being robbed to Lao, for a long time, she has not smiled happily.
Munch was behind, seeing her appearance, also smiled and said: "Okay, you should be back."
Nan Yan Yang said: "Okay!"
However, when she wanted to tighten the reins to stop the horse, she found that the horse shook her head unwillingly, instead of stopping, but speeding up.
Nan Yan suddenly panicked.
As soon as the horse's speed was fast, she felt a bump on the horse's back.
She tried to tighten the reins even harder, but after a violent bump, her foot slipped off the stirrup.
"what--!"
She whispered in fright.
When riding a horse, if the two feet can't be in the stirrups, the whole person seems to be suspended in the air, and it is difficult to control the balance on the horseback.
She fell backwards all at once.
The two hands firmly grasped the rein, and did not fall, but this time, it seemed to irritate the horse under the seat, it let out a long hiss of excitement, and ran away with its hoofs.
"Do not!"
Nan Yan panicked. She shook back and forth on the horse's back. She couldn't even hold the reins to stabilize her figure. She hugged the horse's neck anxiously.
"Nanyan!"
At this time, Munch also saw that she was wrong.
As soon as she saw her hugging the horse's neck, Munch immediately turned over and galloped over.
The horse under Nan Yan's seat ran faster and faster, and kept shaking her head, and almost fell her several times. Nan Yan heard the wind whistling in her ears, and at this time she closed her eyes in fright. .
At this moment, she heard a rush of horse hooves behind her.
"Nanyan!"
Munch's voice came in the wind, Nan Yan looked back, and he was riding a horse to chase him.
Nan Yan yelled in fright: "Munk, help me!"
"Don't panic!"
As Munch said, while vigorously waving the whip in his hand, his horse ran very fast. In an instant, it was already parallel to Nanyan's horse.
Munch held his rein in one hand, and tried to grab her with the other.
However, it is not reachable at all.
In order to prevent the two horses from colliding, there is still a safe distance between them, and there is no way to reach it with only one arm.
Nan Yan was already pale with fright.
At this moment, Munch frowned, and while riding the horse as far as possible to parallel her, he said: "Nan Yan, give me your reins!"
"what?"
"Give me your reins! I will help you control this horse!"
Nan Yan panicked suddenly.
She is now holding the horse's neck tightly with both hands, so that she can barely be thrown off the horse's back. If one hand passes the rein to him, she might be thrown off before he takes it.
Hesitating in his heart, Munch said: "Quickly, or it's too late!"
Seeing him looking ahead, there was a hint of fear in his eyes. Nan Yan looked up and found that a river ditch appeared in front of him.
Oops!
Thinking of this, she gritted her teeth, tightly wrapped one hand around the horse's neck, and fumbled for the rein with the other hand, tentatively handing it to Munch.
For the first time, the hands of two people almost wiped it.
Nan Yan was almost shaken.
"what!"
She screamed in surprise.
Munch said: "Don't worry, take your time!"
Nan Yan gritted his teeth, turned his head to look at the hand he had stretched out, and leaned forward as best as he could, and suddenly tucked the rein into his hand.
Munch grabbed the rein tightly, and pulled back vigorously--
The horse under the Nanyan Seat made a long hiss.
Almost people stood up.
Nan Yan only felt that she was upside down and almost fell. She could only use all her strength to hug the horse's neck.
The horse was angry and uncomfortable, shaking his head desperately and struggling, while Munch grabbed the reins and refused to let go.
It became a stalemate of one man and one horse.
After a long time, the horse finally calmed down slowly.
Munch let out a sigh of relief and raised his head to look at Nan Yan, who was holding the horse's neck tightly and closing his eyes: "You, are you okay."
Feeling safe, Nan Yan finally opened his eyes.
"never mind?"
In front of him, Munch had a smiling face.
He nodded to her: "It's okay."
Nan Yan only felt a cold sweat. At this time, when the wind blew over, it was completely cold.
She had just shuddered, and the guards behind had already rushed over on horseback, hurriedly guarding them both on their horses.
Munch looked at Nan Yan who was lingering, and said, "Are you okay?"
Nan Yan said: "I should ask you for this."
She looked at Munch's hand, and the tiger's mouth was bruised and because of the tight rein.
Stained his sleeves red!
The guards around were also terrified: "The emperor!"
Munch smiled faintly: "Skin trauma, it's okay."
As soon as the voice fell, he suddenly fell softly.