"That's right, a few days ago, Nian Qianyao sent a few thoroughbred horses from the Western Regions, look good, change Ming'er and ask the dog to take you to the stable to choose a docile one; In the future, when I have time, I will accompany you here to ride a horse, so as not to stay in the house for a long time and be bored. In the past, Su Yan liked to ride horses the most, and often asked me to take her here to ride. Her riding skills were one of the best I've ever seen. ”

"Nian Fujin came from a famous family, and he has two brothers who are both civil and military, so he is naturally more proficient than ordinary people." As the night deepened, and when he looked up, he could see the stars dewing in the sky, Ling Ruo stroked the slightly piercing sideburns and asked, "Is this good horse also given by General Nian?" ”

There are dozens of miles from the courtyard to here, galloping all the way and carrying two people, but the breath of the white horse does not seem too fast, it seems to be at ease, such a divine horse is by no means an ordinary horse.

"It's not." Yin Zhen lowered his head and pressed against her slightly cool cheek and said: "This is the Mongolian horse rewarded by Huang Ama during the autumn siege of the previous year, I named him Split Wind, and the one who has the most prey is rewarded with a pure-blooded Dawan horse from the Western Regions." Dawan Horse is also commonly known as the sweat and blood BMW, it will slowly bulge in the shoulder position after running at high speed, and flow out like blood, so it is named the sweat and blood BMW. This kind of horse has strong explosive power and fast speed, compared to the Mongolian horse is slightly inferior, but it is better than the endurance, which can be regarded as 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 tens of thousands of taels on the market, and it is still priceless.

"I don't know which prince is the big Wanma?" Ling Ruo asked curiously, but he didn't want to make Yinzhen's face darken slightly, and a faint hint of realization flashed in Ling Ruo's heart, who can make Yinzhen like this, I am afraid that there will be no second person besides the eighth elder brother.

Sure enough, Yinzhen glanced at the shining stars in the sky and said: "It's Yinzhen, that autumn around me and Yinzhen hunted the most, biting each other very tightly, it can be said that they are equal, seeing that the time for the drums to sound is coming, we are all a little anxious, chasing a doe who led a few fawns that had just come out to escape." His thoughts gradually returned to Qiuwei with the words, he was running a few steps faster than Yinxi, the doe was chased by them in a panic, fled in all directions, a few fawns at first could keep up, but gradually lost support, after all, not long after birth, whimpering and being pulled down, although the doe wanted to run for her life, but also reluctant to her child, from time to time to stop to pick up the backward fawn; But even so, it didn't help, Yinxi saw the right time to pull the bow and release the arrow, the arrow with Yinxi's name swept through a very graceful arc in the air, and the most unmistakable insertion into the neck of a fawn pulled behind the most Lu, killed on the spot, not even a wail.

Seeing that he hunted the fawn first, Yinzhen was afraid of being won by Yinzhen, and immediately put the arrow on the full bowstring, he and Yinzhen were polite and intimate on the surface, but they both knew each other, the brotherhood was weak as early as the day Mei'er married Yinxi, and the rest was more of a competition with each other, and neither of them wanted to fall behind, especially in front of Kangxi.

However, when Yin Zhen saw the doe whimpering and walking to the fallen fawn regardless of the danger, and the deer licked the fawn with tears in her eyes, the arrow couldn't shoot out, and what appeared in his mind at that moment was actually the scene of Ling Ruo kneeling in the snow with his dead daughter in his arms.

Yin Xi seized this opportunity and shot arrows one after another, shooting out the doe and several fawns around the doe, but none of them survived; What Yinzhen saw the most was the doe with two big eyes, and tears slowly dripping from the deer's eyes......

All things are born spiritual, not only people will understand joy, anger and sorrow, but animals will also understand ......

That scene touched Yinzhen deeply, as if he had realized something, and he yearned for Buddhism that preached the equality of all beings. However, in the autumn siege of that day, Yinzhen always lost, so he only got inferior Mongolian horses.

Yin Zhen's seemingly bland narration caused an uproar in Ling Ruo's heart, and she was not allowed to think about it too much, and tears were already in her eyes. Always...... Yinzhen has her own in her heart, otherwise she will not think of herself because of the doe, and she will not lose to Yinzhen because of this, she knows that Yinzhen wants to win most in her heart is the eighth brother Yinzhen, but she is willing to give up the victory within reach.

Maybe I really shouldn't care too much, after all, they will be husband and wife for a lifetime, and if they always live with hatred, it will be a misfortune for him and himself.

Vaguely, there is a feeling of sudden enlightenment, and the smile on his face is much more sincere; Yin Zhen lowered his head, just looking at the smile like the rising sun in his eyes, although he didn't know why, but there was a heartfelt joy in his heart, and his hands were quietly clenched.

This woman is not the only one in his heart, let alone the heaviest in his heart, but at this moment, he sincerely hopes that the hand he holds will never let go, and he will ...... forever Forever...... Hold her in your hands!

"Let's go!" The corners of Yinzhen's mouth are slightly upturned, and he holds the horse's belly between the smiles that seem to be nothing, and the split wind immediately understands, spreads his four hooves and gallops under the starry night, and the scenery on both sides can't help but retreat, and the split wind horse is as its name, when running at full speed, it is like riding the wind and stepping on the clouds, and it is extremely fast.

After about a pillar of incense, the speed of the split wind gradually slowed down, and a large number of buildings gradually began to appear in the empty suburbs, looking like a garden, but the sky was too dark to see clearly, Ling Ruo only vaguely remembered that Changchun Garden, which was listed as a royal garden, seemed to be here, I don't know what Yinzhen took her here to do, so I don't want to take her into Changchun Garden, that place is where Emperor Kangxi avoided the noise and listened to politics, even Yinzhen, who is the fourth elder brother, is not allowed to come and go at will.

The split wind stopped in front of a building that looked like a garden, and a plaque was hung on the garden door, but the sky was too dark, even if Ling Ruo tried his best to see, he could only see three words, and the last one was the word garden.

As soon as the sound of horses' hooves stopped, someone immediately opened the door, and a figure flashed out of it, and respectfully saluted the two of them, "The slave greets the fourth master, and the lady greets." Listening to the voice, it was Zhou Yong, but he didn't know how he knew that Ling Ruo was sitting on a horse in such a dark sky.

Yin Zhen hummed and took Ling Ruo to turn over and dismount, Zhou Yong's eyes narrowed slightly in the dark, and he said loudly towards the garden: "Turn on the lights!" ”

With his words, the palace lamps lit up one after another, the silk red flames from far and near, the stars were dotted, swaying in the wind, like a river of stars falling down the world, illuminating the entire garden in the dark night, Ling Ruo couldn't count how many palace lamps there were, only knew that as far as the eye could see, they were all red light; The last thing to light up was the two palace lamps hanging outside the garden, which were lit by Zhou Yong himself, and the hazy and warm light illuminated the figures of Yinzhen and Ling Ruo, and also illuminated the plaque.