Ye Bingqing took Mu Ling's slender jade-like hands, looked at her sincerely, and comforted her softly:

"We will definitely help you return to Chu State, sister, don't worry." As she spoke, she looked at Li Yihan.

Li Yihan looked at them with resolute eyes and nodded. The top priority is to find a way to get a horse after dawn.

The three agreed. Li Yihan first settled the two in the dense forest near the village, and went to the nearby horse market to buy horses.

It was dawn, and he inquired all the way, all the way to the horse market. In recent years, in order to actively prepare for war, the Qin king issued a decree to encourage the private horse breeding and promote the horse market, so the private horse trade was very prosperous.

Ye Bingqing's father, Ye Zhentian, became a wealthy man in Guyong Country by selling horses between countries.

When I arrived at the horse market, I saw a group of people gathered under a big jujube tree, and everyone was grinding their fists and talking about it.

Li Yihan stepped forward. There was a white-haired old man under the tree, with a white beard and fairy bones. In the crowd was a tall white horse, all white, without a trace of stray hair, with bright eyes, pointed ears, and well-proportioned bones.

The crowd was full of praise.

"Good Horse",

Absolutely,

"How much does this horse cost? I'm set! In the midst of a round of praise, a tall and mighty man walked out, took out a silver tael and handed it to the old man.

The old man waved his hand and said:

"My horse was obtained from the Western Regions, nicknamed Bai Yunchai, and his temperament was extremely violent, and it was not something ordinary people could descend to. If you can get this horse, I will take nothing. "Everyone wanted to give it a try.

The tall and mighty man asked the old man:

"A word?" As he spoke, he looked at the old man with suspicion. The old man smiled slightly, nodded and said:

"My horse is a BMW, not only fast, but also has good endurance, but it has a violent temperament. I'm old, I just want the horse to meet the destined person, and the horse is hard to chase! The man rolled up his sleeves, rubbed his hands together, shouted loudly, and leaped into his horse. I saw the horse jumping violently, and with a flick of his buttocks, he threw the man more than a foot away. The man grinned in pain and didn't get up for a long time. The crowd of onlookers burst into laughter. Two more people in the middle also jumped on the horse to try to ride, only to see the horse's front legs stilted, and the hind legs flicked, and the two of them were thrown far away. Li Yihan walked up to the old man, bowed down and said:

"I know that there is a good horseman, and she knows a lot about the habits of horses, and she will be able to submit them." The white-haired old man heard the music and said:

"My horse has not met anyone who tames it in the capital city of Xianyang. I'd love to see that. Afterwards, Li Yihan took the old man to the dense forest where Ye Bingqing and Miss Mu Ling were hidden.

When Ye Bingqing saw this horse, she liked it very much. I saw her leap and sit upright on her horse. The hands grasp the horse's mane tightly, and the two legs clamp the horse's belly firmly like two iron pincers.

The horse craned its neck and its front legs rose into the air, trying to throw Ye Bingqing off the horse's back, but no matter how she jumped around, Ye Bingqing firmly grasped the horse's mane and always held the horse.

The horse roared for a while, sweating from exhaustion, and belching with white breath in his mouth. Finally stopped.

Ye Bingqing jumped off the horse, stroked the horse's neck with her hand, and said to the horse mischievously:

"You've got a lot of temper!" At this time, the white-haired old man was happy, and stretched out his thumb to Ye Bingqing and said:

"The girl is really a heroine among women! This white cloud chases, and the old man gives it to you. Ye Bingqing hurriedly thanked the old man and said:

"You don't deserve a penny," said the old man.

"Pink for the beauty, the sword for the martyr, a good horse with a hero is really the right way." The three of them expressed their deep gratitude to the old man, and they were very happy to have this good horse.