Since receiving the tattoo coming-of-age ceremony, Jing has not been clear about the direction of his life, but has been lost.

He felt that all people, the whole world, were his enemies. As soon as he went out, he felt like he couldn't breathe.

In the face of other people's kind eyes, Jing didn't know how these people had become his enemies? Since he is an enemy, why laugh at him? Why give him a bowl of water to drink when he is thirsty? Why give him a steamed bun when he's hungry?

Jing ran away from home and never looked back.

Years later, he met a monk.

The monk unraveled his confusion and brightened his gloomy life again.

The monk told him that he didn't care who his enemies were, that by following him, he would help him fulfill the important tasks entrusted to him by his father and mother, and that he would be worthy of his ancestors and ancestors, and that he would be worthy of the blood flowing in his body.

Jing was ecstatic and regarded this monk as his reborn parent.

The monks taught Jing the martial arts of each sect.

Jing is extremely talented and a quick learner. It didn't take long for the people around him to be no match for him.

Qingnong led the tired horse to the post station.

After he showed the token of the Ouchi guard, Yicheng bowed and led Qingnong to the stable.

At a glance, he saw a good horse covered in snow.

It is as if this horse does not eat the same grass and does not drink the same water as the other horses.

Its shiny coat was oiled, and its proud head was held high, revealing a straight, straight chest. A pair of deeply sunken eyes are round and large, and the wide nostrils occasionally exhale some air, combined with the long, thick and dense tail to drive away flies and mosquitoes.

Sometimes it will gently scrape the ground twice with its slender and straight forelimbs, and the dust will immediately fly obediently.

"It! That's it! Qingnong's eyes lit up and he ran forward quickly.

"Good eyes, adults! This is a horse sent by King Qin! Yi Cheng shouted after him.

"What?" Qingnong turned around, and one of his hands was already on the white horse's mane, and he pulled back in surprise.

"King Qin? How did he know we were passing through? ”

"Xiaguan doesn't know ......" Yicheng panted and finally rushed to Qingnong, "This horse was sent by King Qin's subordinates, and he also handed over something to Xiaguan." Please come with your subordinates. ”

A cloud of suspicion hung over Qingnong.

He can't be taken lightly. The prince trusted him so much that he only brought him alone on this long journey, and he had to protect the prince no matter what.

The crown prince inspected Xi'an, except for the emperor, no one else knew, including the crown princess. How did King Qin know?

Although Ruyang is a must-pass place, how could the King of Qin know that we will change horses here? Did he send men after us?

Qingnong only felt that his head was dizzy, his steps were light, and he came to the warehouse of the post station in a daze.

Yi Cheng took out a large red lacquered wooden box two feet long.

It looked heavy, lying helplessly swaying from side to side in Yi Cheng's weak arms.

"King Qin's subordinates asked the subordinate officials to hand this over to the adults." Yicheng was sweating profusely, and Qingnong hurriedly took the wooden box.

He said, "Yi Cheng took a breath," he said, "He said that your lordship came to Xi'an this time, and this was specially prepared by the King of Qin for your lordship. ”

Qingnon did not open the wooden box, and he had to report the matter to the crown prince first.

"Second brother has prepared a horse for us?" Zhu Biao was surprised and delighted, his nose was sore, and he burst into tears.

He remembered their old friendship.

He is the closest age to Zhu Rong, and they were both born in the war-torn period.

Zhu Yuanzhang fought hard, and Queen Ma handled the logistics. Without their father's teaching and their mother's company, they endured hardships and starvation together, forming a deeper friendship than ordinary brothers.

When they saw people displaced by war, they developed the same ambition.

They vowed that if one day they could rule over these people, they would let them live a stable and happy life.

Zhu Biao didn't believe the gossip about Zhu Fan that his father told him, because he didn't believe that Zhu Fan would forget those unforgettable oaths.

If Zhu Fan really went astray, Zhu Biao might not scold him. Because his brother's fault is his own fault, he neglected to care for and teach his brother, what right does he have to blame his brother.

Just like the mistakes made by Zhu Biao, Zhu Biao always feels that he has more responsibility.

Zhu Biao put his slightly trembling hands on both sides of the box, ready to open the box.

"Prince, wait!" Qingnong pressed it on the lid of the box.

"Boom!" The box let out a dull growl.

"Let the subordinates open the box!" Qingnong looked at Zhu Biao pleadingly.

"What? Are you still afraid of poisonous snakes? Zhu Biao smiled and wiped away his tears with the back of his hand.

"Don't be on guard."

"Okay, let's go!" Zhu Biao took a step back.

Sunshine eagerly burrowed into the open four-finger-wide box to verify whether it was a treasure or a danger.

It was caught off guard and ran into a hard object, and fled in all directions.

Zhu Biao and Qingnong saw its embarrassed appearance, not only did they not ridicule it, but stared at it intently and marveled.

The hard object that the sun touches is a dazzling, finely carved gilt saddle, which can only converge its colorful colors and honestly glow golden.

This golden light is so dazzling, more dazzling than when it is colorful.

The front and rear bridges of the saddle are made of pure gold and carved with the motif of a flying dragon.

Although the location is small, the flying dragon is no less lifelike than a one-zhang wide painting.

Every scale of the wyvern can be seen clearly, and you can vaguely feel the pores that breathe underneath it.

The wyvern's blood basin spits out an arrogant tongue and its eyes are arrogant and domineering, in the same vein as its dragon head that will never be lowered.

The dragon's claws pounced on the sun, and the dragon's tail coiled twice and pointed to the sky, where it belonged.

The skirt of the saddle is also made of gold, and the jade and agate are dotted with it, which is rich and luxurious, and it is incomparable.

The stirrups are made of gilt copper, so that they do not lose their dazzling brilliance, but they are also extremely hard and not easily deformed.

The head and saddle are wrapped in the finest white deerskin, which is soft and shiny.

Although the wood hidden inside is encased, it can be imagined that it must be precious and scarce.

"This ...... This is a reward from the father to the second brother! Zhu Biao exclaimed, "The second brother usually likes to ride and shoot, but I didn't expect him to be reluctant to use this saddle, and the treasure is so intact!" ”

"Your Highness, is this really the thing of King Qin?" Qingnong still didn't dare to relax.

"There can be no fake, this saddle is a tribute from the Western Regions, and it is unique."

"Oh!" Qingnong stretched out his hand and pressed the saddle, "The saddle is good, the softness and hardness are moderate, it should be comfortable to sit on, and it is very compatible with that good horse." ”

"The second brother is also interested in me, my brother."

"Your Highness loves your brother very much, and your brother will be willing to repay Your Highness. His Royal Highness's benevolence is known to everyone and has a good reputation. ”

"It's just a human being, not as good as you say." Zhu Biao gently stroked the saddle, and his flying expression drove away tiredness and sleepiness.

What he touched was not precious animal skins and jewelry, but the hearts of his brothers.

Under his warm gaze, the gold and jewels converged their domineering light, and they were willing to be green leaves for King Qin's strong affection.

The day before the cockfight, Zhu Biao and Qingnong rushed to Xi'an.

Xi'an is home to many aliens, whose faces look similar to those of the Han Chinese, but their clothing and language are very different.

They come in groups of three or five, and some of them travel with chickens. The rooster walks in front, and the man walks behind. The chickens go and people go, and the chickens stop and people stop.

Their chickens are much more confident than their people, their heads held high, not sad about being unacquainted, not afraid of being unfamiliar.

They knew they were here to compete, and they had to give Xi'an a boost.

Their "retinue" doesn't have the guts of theirs.

From time to time, they look down at their plain clothes, look at the Xi'an people's clothes, touch their empty heads, and then look at the glittering jewels on the Xi'an people's hats, and the inferiority complex that dwarfs them can't help but arise.

Only when their cockfighting cockfights "oh oh oh" leads their necks to sing, their eyes will send out a firm belief in working hard.

Although the country is small and the people are poor, their cockfights will not necessarily be lost.

Zhu Biao smiled at them kindly, this is the etiquette of a big country and the demeanor of a strong country.

They nod and smile in return, then quickly turn their heads away and reprimand the arrogant chickens for lowering their quality.

If they knew that it was the crown prince of the Ming Dynasty who was kind and smiling at them, they would definitely slaughter those chickens who had no king's eyes as a sign of respect.

At the door of a lively restaurant, Qingnong stopped.

"Childe, it's not too early, let's go in and eat."

"Okay, let's go in." The restaurant is a place to chat, and Zhu Biaozheng wants to hear what the local people think of Xi'an.

They sat down at a table by the window, where they could see the whole restaurant and the movement on the street.

"Childe, what to eat?" Qingnong asked Zhu Biao.

"You look at it, just make it simple." Zhu Biao said as he looked around.

"Little Er, order!" Qingnong shouted loudly.

"It's coming!" Xiao Er had a towel on his shoulder, and he greeted him with a smile on his face.

"Assorted tofu, finely boiled fish fillet, steamed pumpkin, lotus leaf chicken, three fresh mulberry soup, that's all." Qingnong skillfully ordered a few of Zhu Biao's favorite dishes.

"Howler! Guest, sit down for a moment. As he spoke, Xiao Er poured a cup of tea for Zhu Biao and Qingnong.

"Zheng San, didn't you raise chickens for King Qin? How do you have time to come here for a drink? ”

At the next table, a middle-aged man with a full beard put his hand on the shoulders of a sturdy man in a coarse cloth shirt, his face flushed and a little drunk.

"I took two days off, lied to the steward that my wife was sick, and sneaked out for a drink. Hehe! ”