The sobbing young master Zhao wiped his tears with the back of his hand and cursed softly. When he got off the horse, his legs were weak and he almost fell.
The servant quickly went over to support him and said, "Young master, young master, are you okay?"
Young master Zhao kicked him, "Do I look like I'm okay?"
"You scared me to death just now." He Yan said, "It's all my fault. If I didn't insist on having a horse race with Young Master, Young Master wouldn't have been frightened." She was very apologetic and sincerely apologized, "I hope Young Master won't take it to heart."
Mind? What could he mind? The other party was his savior, how could he mind? Young master Zhao forced a smile, but he was still holding back his anger. He looked at the main culprit's mount, which was still chewing on the grass with its head lowered. He was furious and waved his hand, "This traitorous beast, it almost caused this young master to be injured. Drag it out and behead it! I'm going to cut him into pieces and make him into dried horse meat! "
He Yunsheng frowned, and He Yan's smile became cold.
Horses, for a general, were not only a mount, but also a comrade who went through life and death together. They couldn't speak, but they would carry soldiers and charge into enemy lines. They couldn't communicate, but they would whine sadly after their master died, and even go on a hunger strike.
They were loyal to their master, just like how their master loved them.
Young masters from rich lands never understood the cruelty of the battlefield, so they couldn't understand the friendship between a man and a horse. People were divided into noble and lowly. A bastard was not worth his hesitation. If he wanted to kill it, he would just kill it. Why should he care about other things?
"… This is a good horse," He Sui said. He advised, "Young master, you should think twice before you act."
"This is this young master's horse." Young master Zhao had nowhere to vent his anger, and He Sui just bumped into him. He sneered, "I can do whatever I want?" He pulled out a dagger from his waist, and said, "I'm not only going to kill it, I'm going to kill it here!"
The hilt of the dagger was inlaid with a pigeon egg-sized ruby, and the scabbard was made of gold. It was gorgeous. Now, the tip of the knife was pointed at the horse that was gnawing on the grass. The horse still didn't know that its master had the intention to kill it. It swung its tail leisurely.
Young Master Zhao's eyes were filled with killing intent as he thought of a good idea. Since this horse had frightened him and caused him to lose face, he might as well kill it right here and now. Firstly, it would help him vent his anger, and secondly, it would show off his bravery and regain some face.
He shouted at the servant, "Catch it for me!"
He Yan's palms moved slightly, unconsciously his hands reached for the iron cudgel on his waist.
She could not … could not see the horse die because of her. There was no reason for him to make a move.
The horse was held down by a few manservants. The head manservant turned his head and shouted, "Young master, young master, we are holding it down! Young Master, do it now! "
Young master Zhao held a dagger in his hand and walked forward. He aimed it at the horse's neck, and the dagger was about to land.
"Bang!"
There was a crisp sound, as if metal and stone had collided. Something fell to the ground. He Yan quietly withdrew his outstretched hand. The dagger in Young Master Zhao's hand had already fallen. Young Master Zhao was holding his wrist and crying out, "Aiyo aiyo".
"Who? Who is it? "He stomped his feet in pain and did not forget to curse," Who the hell flicked me! "
"It's me."
Someone's voice came from behind.
This voice … He Yan's heart skipped a beat, and he turned around to look.
He did not know when two people had appeared behind him, and they were both riding on horses. The young man on the left was wearing a licorice yellow robe with a round collar and slanted lapels. Such a provocative color made him look extremely lively. His lips were red and his teeth were white. He was smiling brightly, and his eyes were clear. There was a rare childlike innocence in him. He was a young man in high spirits.
As for the young man on the right … He Yan's eyes lit up.
It was spring. The willows were new, and the ice and snow had melted. In the city of spring, there were people parting the flowers and brushing the willows.
The young man in yellow was already very handsome, but this young man's eyebrows and eyes were even more beautiful than him. His face was like a beautiful jade, and his eyes were like stars. His eyes were gentle, but they were slightly raised at the end, like the reflection of autumn water. It was a good color that could stir people's hearts, but because of his gaze, it was as cold as ice.
He was not as lively as the young man. He wore a silver crown on his head, and his black hair flowed down. He wore a frost-colored riding suit, and the lapel was embroidered with an exquisite Vermilion Bird with golden thread. He wore a pair of soap green boots, and a sparkling sword at his waist. The white horse was golden, and he was handsome and elegant. At this moment, his right hand was playing with a dark green pouch, and there was a tinkling sound coming from inside.
What a handsome and elegant young master of the Five Hills Aristocratic Families!
He Yan was praising him in her heart. Suddenly, she felt that something was wrong. In a flash, she lowered her head, and the white veil swayed slightly, covering her eyes.
She only heard Young Master Zhao's flattering and fearful voice, "So it's Military Governor Xiao … I'm sorry."
He Yan suddenly remembered that many years ago, it was also a spring day like this. Orioles sang and swallows danced, and willows fell in a thousand courtyards. She looked up in confusion, and saw a handsome young man in a white robe and embroidered boots looking down from the treetops. Even though his expression was full of impatience, it could not hide his handsome appearance.
The spring light was lazy, and the wind was beautiful. He was like a jade in a painting, dimming the spring scenery of the city.
Xiao Jue, Xiao Huaijin, her rival in her previous life, and her former classmate. He was also the famous military governor of the right army, General Fengyun.