Ruan Yanluo was dressed in a white power suit, smiling slightly in the sun, obviously not as tall as him, but giving him a powerful condescending momentum, her eyes were calm, but it was such a calm that made his back cold.

Secretly frightened in his heart, but he didn't dare to offend Ruan Yanluo, Ding Yuan said carefully: "The horses in the palace are all excellent, I don't know which one the county lord likes?" ”

"I don't know about horses, so steward Ding will pick one." Ruan Yanluo smiled casually and said indifferently.

Her attitude was very peaceful, but Ding Yuan didn't dare to take it lightly, so he found the best horse in the remaining horses and led Ruan Yanluo to him.

Ruan Yanluo stretched out his hand and stroked the bridge of the horse's nose, and asked with a roll of his eyes, "Steward Ding, can I feed it something?" ”

Although the horses in the palace are good, they are not raised by themselves after all, and they are not familiar with each other, and they will affect their play when they run for a while, so many sons and nobles will feed the horses something to cultivate their feelings before the horse race, of course, the things that are fed are prepared in advance by the palace to prevent accidents or bad intentions.

Ruan Yanluo's request was reasonable, Ding Yuan naturally couldn't refuse, so he took a handful of hay and handed it to Ruan Yanluo.

Ruan Yanluo took it and fed it, the horse seemed to like Ruan Yanluo quite much, and it didn't count if he ate up the forage, and licked Ruan Yanluo's hand vigorously, Ruan Yanluo let his hand be licked by the horse, turned his head and asked: "Steward Ding, you picked this horse, you must be very satisfied with this horse?" ”

In Ding Yuan's eyes, Ruan Yanluo is now a plague god, he couldn't tell what Ruan Yanluo meant by this, and replied cautiously: "The county lord came a little late, but the remaining horse is indeed the best." ”

"It's good that Steward Ding is satisfied." Ruan Yanluo withdrew his hand and hooked his fingers at Ding Yuan.

If this action is done by another person, it will inevitably seem a little frivolous, but Ruan Yanluo can't say that it is appropriate, and there is a kind of magic that people can't refuse.

Ding Yuan unconsciously leaned forward and followed Ruan Yanluo's intention to reach her.

Ruan Yanluo leaned into his ear and whispered, "Have you ever heard of a sentence called digging your own grave?" ”

Ding Yuan's body trembled violently as if it had been overpowered, Ruan Yanluo had reached out his other hand and patted Ding Yuan on the shoulder, and said with a cold smile: "It doesn't matter if you don't know, Steward Ding will understand soon." ”

Without waiting for Ding Yuan to react to what he meant, Ruan Yanluo turned around and walked to the sidelines with Lan Yue Lanxing, neither saying that he wanted this horse, nor did he say that he didn't want this horse, but the smile on his face slowly retracted, and his eyes were as cold as hell.

She has never been a kind person, on the contrary, she is stingy and resentful, and she will not let go of anyone who dares to hurt her.

Lan Xiang's life, as well as the suffering she suffered before she died, she will repay it all without falling behind.

Ding Yuan was shocked by Ruan Yanluo's words and broke out in a cold sweat, his back was sticky and wet, he planned to finish this horse race before leaving, but now he can't even hold on to this time.

Gritting his teeth, anyway, there is another pillar of incense time to officially start the horse race, it doesn't matter if he is not there, it is better to leave now under the pretext of illness, and then at most he will be punished for the crime of leaving his post without permission and then be removed from his position, but no matter what, it is better to lose his official position than to lose his life.

He made up his mind and was about to leave, when suddenly there was a heavy breath from his neck, and as soon as he turned his face, he saw that the horse he had picked for Ruan Yanluo just now had forced him at some point, and a horse's face was infinitely magnified in front of him, glaring at him fiercely.

Before Ding Yuan could react, the horse suddenly raised its hooves and kicked him in the chest.

"Click......"

With a dull sound, Ding Yuan's chest immediately sank downwards and was kicked to pieces by the horse.

"Ah......" It was only at this time that Ding Yuan's screams came out, and he fell to the ground in pain while clutching his chest.

After the horse kicked Ding Yuan, not only did not leave, but once again vacated his hooves and smashed downward, and at the same time, he kept piling his feet on top of him, as if he was crazy.

The war horses that have been on the battlefield can be changed without being alarmed, even if the surrounding environment is chaotic and still obey the master's dispatch, but these carefully captive royal horses do not have this ability, all the horses were originally put in one place, at this time in chaos, the other horses immediately panicked, let out a long neigh, and ran around like headless flies.

In just a moment, the originally well-organized horse farm became chaotic, nearly a hundred horses ran around like crazy, and the people in charge were too late to escape, let alone stop it, if it wasn't for the tall fence to stop it, I was afraid that even the outside of the field would be affected.

"Miss be careful......"

"Childe, retreat a little farther away......"

The slaves of the house pounced on their masters and retreated one after another, Ruan Yanluo also followed and walked back, and when she reached a safe position, she stopped and stared indifferently at the figure who fell to the ground and struggled desperately.

There is a process of horse shock, taking advantage of these times, almost everyone escaped, only Ding Yuan was kicked down at the beginning because he was standing in the center of the horse herd, and he didn't have time to run out.

He let out one scream after another, trying to escape, but as soon as he got up, he was knocked down by the scurrying horses, and then he climbed and was knocked down again, and the horse that kicked him at first seemed to recognize him, and the hooves lifted again and again, and fell again and again with ruthlessness and accuracy. Ding Yuan's face was covered with blood, like a bloody man, even if he just looked at it from a distance, he couldn't say that it was terrible.

At first, he was able to roll on the ground to avoid the trampling of the horse's hooves, but after being trampled by the horse again and again, he finally no longer had the strength to move his fingers. Watching the big hooves of the bowl rise high again and smash down against his front door, Ding Yuan finally understood what Ruan Yanluo said to him when he left.

Self-digging graves......

This horse was chosen by him for Ruan Yanluo, and now, he died under the hooves of this horse.