"That's just right. Nian Gengyao sent some purebred horses from the Western Regions a few days ago. They look good. Tomorrow, let the dog take you to the stable to choose a docile one. I will accompany you when I have free time.
Come here to ride horses, so you don't have to stay at home all the time. Su Yan used to like riding horses the most, so she often asked me to take her here to ride horses. Her riding skills are the best among the many women I have seen."
"Nian Fujin comes from a well-known family and has two elder brothers who are both civil and military. Naturally, he is more proficient than ordinary people." The night was getting darker, and when he looked up from a distance, he could see the stars gradually appearing on the horizon. Ling Ruo asked, stroking his slightly prickly hair.
: "Is this good horse also a gift from General Nian?"
It was at least dozens of miles from the other courtyard to here, galloping all the way and carrying two people, but the white horse's breath did not seem too hasty and seemed to be able to do it with ease. Such a divine horse is by no means an ordinary horse.
"No." Yinzhen lowered his head and pressed against her slightly cool cheek and said: "This is the Mongolian horse that Emperor Ama rewarded during the autumn round last year. I named him Liafeng. The one with the most prey will be rewarded with a horse."
A pure-blooded Dawan horse from the Western Regions." The Dawan horse is also commonly known as the sweat-blooded horse.
BMW, after sprinting at high speed, its shoulders will slowly bulge and sweat like blood will flow out, so it is named sweaty BMW. This kind of horse has strong explosive power and fast speed. In comparison, the Mongolian horse
They are inferior, but they are better because of their strong endurance. Each has its own advantages and disadvantages.
Dawan horses are not uncommon, but pure-blooded ones are rare. A pure-blooded Dawan horse can be sold for at least tens of thousands of taels on the market, and it is still expensive but has no market.
"I wonder which prince is the one who got the Dayuan horse?" Ling Ruo asked curiously, which made Yinzhen's face darken slightly. Ling Ruo had a vague understanding in his heart. Who could make Yinzhen like this?
There will be no other person besides Eighth Prince.
As expected, Yinzhen glanced at the twinkling stars in the sky and said: "It's Yinzhen. That autumn, Yinzhen and I hunted the most. We bit each other very tightly. It was almost the same. Seeing that the time when the drums were ringing was about to begin.
Arrived, we were all a little anxious,
They were chasing a doe who was leading a few newly fledged fawns together." His thoughts gradually returned to Qiuwei with the words. He was running a few steps faster than Yinhu, and the doe was panicked by them.
, running around, a few deer just
It was still able to keep up at first, but it gradually lost its support. After all, it was not long after birth and was pulled down with a whimper. Although the doe wanted to escape, she was reluctant to let go of her child. She stopped from time to time to pick up the lagging fawn; but even so
,
It didn't help that Yinxu drew the bow and released the arrow at the right time. The arrow with Yinxu's name passed through a very beautiful arc in the air, and finally accurately inserted into the neck of the deer at the back, killing him on the spot.
Not even a cry.
Seeing that he had hunted the deer first, Yinzhen was afraid that Yinzhen would take the first prize, so he immediately put the arrow on the fully drawn bow string. He and Yinzhen were polite and intimate on the surface, but they both knew that the brotherhood had been with Meier for a long time.
The day they married Yinhu became indifferent, and what was left was more competition with each other. No one wanted to fall behind, especially in front of Kangxi.
However, when Yinzhen saw the doe whimpering and walking to the fallen fawn regardless of danger, and licking the fawn with tearful eyes, the arrow could not be shot, and that moment appeared in his mind.
The scene was actually of Ling Ruo kneeling in the snow holding her dead daughter.
Yinzhen seized this opportunity and shot out arrows one after another, shooting out all the doe and the fawns surrounding the doe. None of them survived. The last thing Yinzhen saw was the doe with its two big eyes open.
Tears slowly dripped from the deer's eyes...
All things are born with spirituality. Not only humans can understand joy, anger, sorrow, and joy, animals also understand...
That scene touched Yinzhen deeply, as if he had understood something, and he yearned a little more for Buddhism, which preaches that all living beings are equal. However, in the autumn siege that day, Yinzhen always lost, so he only got second place.
mongolian horse.
Yinzhen's seemingly indifferent narration caused an uproar in Ling Ruo's heart. She was not allowed to think too much, and tears filled her eyelashes. All the while...Yinzhen had his own heart, otherwise he would not think of himself because of the doe, and even more so.
She would not lose to Yinzhen because of this. She knew that the person Yinzhen wanted to win most was the eighth prince, Yinzhu, but he was willing to give up the victory that was within reach.
Maybe I really shouldn't care too much. After all, they will be husband and wife for life. If they always live with hatred, it will be a misfortune for him and himself.
There was a vague feeling of enlightenment, and the smile on his face became much more sincere. Yinzhen lowered his head and happened to see that smile like the rising sun in his eyes. Although he didn't know why, he felt sincere joy.
It grows in the bottom of my heart, and the hands holding each other quietly clenched.
This woman is not the only one in his heart, nor is she the most important in his heart, but at this moment, he sincerely hopes that the hands they hold will never let go, and he will always...always...hold her in his hands!
"Let's go!" Yinzhen raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and held the horse's belly with a half-hearted smile. Liifeng immediately understood, and spread his four hooves and galloped under the starry night. The scenery on both sides couldn't help but retreat, Liifeng
As its name suggests, the horse is as fast as riding on the wind and clouds when running at full speed.
After about a stick of incense, the speed of the cracking wind gradually slowed down, and a large number of buildings gradually began to appear in the empty countryside. They looked like gardens, but the sky was too dark to see clearly. Ling Ruo could only vaguely see
Remember being listed as a royal
The Changchun Garden of the garden seems to be here. I wonder what Yinzhen did with bringing her here. He couldn't bring her into the Changchun Garden. That place was where Emperor Kangxi retreated from the noise and listened to politics. Even as the fourth elder brother,
Yinzhen cannot come and go at will.
Li Feng stopped in front of a building that looked like a garden. There was a plaque hanging on the door of the garden. Unfortunately, the sky was too dark. Even if Ling Ruo tried his best, he could only see three words, and the last one was the word "Garden".
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As soon as the sound of horse hooves stopped, someone opened the door and a figure flashed out from inside. He bowed respectfully to the two of them, "I would like to say hello to the fourth master and my best wishes to the lady." The voice turned out to be Zhou Yong.
He didn't know how he knew Ling Ruo was sitting on the horse in such a dark sky.
Yinzhen hummed and led Ling Ruo to get off the horse. Zhou Yong narrowed his eyes slightly in the darkness and shouted to the garden: "Light up!"
Following his words, the palace lanterns lit up one after another, and the silk red flames moved from far to near, and the stars were swaying in the wind, like a starry river of light falling down to the world, illuminating the entire garden brightly in the dark night.
How many are there?
From the palace lanterns, everything as far as the eye could see was filled with red light; the last two palace lanterns lit up outside the garden were lit by Zhou Yong himself. The dim and warm lights illuminated the figures of Yinzhen and Ling Ruo.