Such a horse is not produced in the north. Moreover, even in Rouran, it is only produced in a mysterious small tribe. Such a horse can be compared with any good horse in the world, and it is rare to just one horse.
At this time, there were more than twenty horses. For the northerners who had ancestors who were riding horses and hunting, many of them were experts. Even if they didn't know what the horse was, they would be like when they saw such a huge piece of golden yellow.
The moving sunset approached here, as if a living cloud of fire was covered with clouds.
Everyone was shocked.
He was even more prominent than the appearance of Ji Ruan, a famous scholar in the Southern Dynasty.
That was another completely different type of beauty—full of power, masculinity, bodybuilding, strength and speed that nomads advocate.
Everyone rushed over with a loud bang.
But he followed the horse.
The Imperial Guard had already made a move away. The man running in the front stopped the horse. His slender arms and legs were also very long, and his posture was so elegant on the horse's back. Cheng Liang's horse boots were also golden, and he was the whole person.
It seems to be the young and handsome sun god who has just walked out of the sun.
The prince looked at it with a glance and was immediately ecstatic. He almost forgot his identity. He should have the majesty in front of his subjects. He strode over and shouted: "Antelie, you are here..."
Andrey jumped off the horse, rushed over, opened his arms, and hugged him: "Haha, cousin, are you okay?"
He was speechless for a moment and just held Antelie's hand tightly.
It took a while before I walked to the prince's reception room.
Andrey's eyes turned around and saw the people of the northern country who were rushing like a tide behind him and were blocked by the Imperial Guards. He couldn't help laughing, waved his hand and made a very casual posture.
His actions, such as pulling the bow on the left and the arrow on the right, and wearing strong clothes, were more in line with the aesthetic concepts of the northerners. This time, the man was sighing.
The type that men love more is like this, as if they look like a man who stands tall and upright.
The two entered the inner room.
The prince couldn't hide his joy in his heart: "Come on, give King Rouran a seat."