Chapter 15: Wuling Guizi

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The sobbing Zhao Gongzi took the back of his hand to wipe the tears, while whispering and cursing. When he was dismounted, his legs and feet became soft and he almost fell.
Xiaogu hurriedly helped him and said, "Son, are you okay?"
Zhao Gongzi kicked over, "Do you think I'm okay!"
"I was really scared to death." He Yan said: "It's all me bad, if I don't insist on racing with my son, the son will not be scared." She apologized with full apology, very sincere apology, "I still hope that the son does not Care."
Care? What can he care about? The other party is his life-saving benefactor, how can he care? Zhao Gongzi smiled reluctantly, holding his breath in the end, and then looked at the culprit mount who was still bowing down on the turf, and he was so angry that he waved his hand: "This beast that eats inside and out, almost hurt the young master, was injured and pulled out and cut! I Unload him eight pieces and make them dried horse meat!"
He Yunsheng frowned slightly, and He Yan's smile also froze.
Horses, for a general, are not just mounts, but also comrades who die together. They can't speak, but they will carry soldiers to charge. He will not communicate, but will sigh with grief after the owner's death, or even go on a hunger strike.
They are loyal to their masters, just as they love them.
The brother-in-law of the rich land never experienced the cruelty of the battlefield, so he could not understand the friendship between man and horse. Human beings are still distinguished between precious and cheap, and a beast is not worthy of hesitation for this. Kill as soon as possible, and do whatever else.
"...This is a good horse," He Sui said, and he persuaded: "The son still thinks twice."
"This is Master's horse." Zhao Gongzi was sad and nowhere to send, and He Sui ran into it like this, he grinned, "Whatever I want?" He drew a dagger from his waist and pulled it out , Cold light shining, said: "I not only want to kill, but also kill here!"
The handle of the dagger is inlaid with a ruby ​​big dove egg, and the sheath is also made of gold, which is very gorgeous. Now the blade of the knife is aimed at the horse that is nibbling the turf. The horse doesn't know that the owner has killed himself, flicking his tail, and he is leisurely.
Zhao Gongzi saw the opportunity in his eyes, and consciously thought of a good way. Since the horse surprised him and lost face, he slaughtered it here, and once he was angry for himself, he also appeared brave and saved some face.
He yelled at Xiao Xiao: "Catch it for me!"
He Yan moved his palm slightly and unconsciously climbed the iron head stick around his waist.
She couldn't...can't see the horse dying because of her. If you do it, there is no reason.
The horse was held by a few little servants. The headed little servant turned and shouted: "Son, sir, we have pressed it! The sire will do it now!"
With a dagger in hand, Zhao Gongzi stepped forward and pointed it at the horse's neck.
"boom--"
With a clear sound, it seemed that the golden stones collided, something fell on the ground, He Yan quietly retracted his outstretched hand. But seeing that the dagger in Zhao Gongzi's hand had fallen down, Zhao Gongzi was holding his wrist and shouted, "Ah, oh."
"Who? Who is it?" He jumped his feet in pain, and he didn't forget to scold, "Who the did I play!"
"it's me."
Someone's voice came from behind.
This voice... He Yan's heart moved slightly and turned to look.
But after seeing them, I don't know when they came again, they both rode on horses. The teenager on the left is wearing a licorice yellow round neck slanted robe. The color of such a pick is extremely smart. He has red lips and white teeth, a smiling smile, and the pupil is also clear. The rare childish innocence is a flying spirit. Xiao Langjun.
And the young man on the right... He Yan lit up.
On the spring day, the color of the willow is like new, and the snow and ice are melting. In the spring of a city, some people will divide the willow and go to the flowers.
The young boy in yellow was already very handsome, and the young man's eyebrows were even more beautiful than him. The face is like a beautiful jade, and the eyes are like a star, and the eyes are gentle in shape, but slightly raised at the end of the eyes, like the autumn water, which is a stimulating good color, but because of the cold eyes.
He is not as good as a teenager, with a silver crown on his head and blue silk. She wore a frost-colored rider of Baicao and embroidered the delicate Suzaku with gold thread on the placket. Soap green long boots with a crystal sword at the waist. Baima Jinji, Yingyingyuli. At the moment, the right hand with distinct bones was playing with a dark green sachet, and the inside was dingdong.
What a gorgeous and handsome, Wuling noble son of Fang Lan!
He Yan sighed in her heart, and suddenly felt something was wrong. The electric light stone fired her head suddenly, and the white gauze shook slightly, covering her confused eyes.
Only the voice of Zhao Gongzi's flattering and terrified voice sounded: "It turned out to be Governor Du... rude."
In He Yan’s mind, it suddenly appeared many years ago. It was also a spring day. Yingying Yanwu, Yangliu Swing House, she looked up ignorantly, the handsome young man in white robe and boots looked down from the top of the tree, even though his expression was full of expression. Impatient, still unable to stop full of heroic posture.
Spring is lazy and the weather is beautiful, he is pictured as a bishop, and the city's spring is dimmed.
Xiao Jue, Xiao Huaijin, the opposite of her former life, the former classmates, also the famous right governor, General Feng Yun.
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Jue: jue, two sounds
Uncle came out, do you still want to dive 【Frowning】