On the bank of the stream in the martial arts training field, there are several healthy horses.

Han Qian walked straight towards the horses.

Perhaps it was the first time in these days that I saw the young master Han Qian walking to the martial arts training ground with a bow, and the soldiers and children of the family soldiers who were moving their fists and feet on the field all stopped and looked at Fan Xicheng who was sitting on a bench on the sidelines basking in the sun in surprise.

Fan Xicheng didn't know what the young master Han Qian wanted to do, so he looked over to the east courtyard, as if he wanted to call the ugly maid Qingyun over and ask her if the young master had taken the wrong medicine today.

Han Qian didn't know who among these soldiers was secretly colluding with Yao Xishui, so he could only secretly remind himself to calm down, and quietly walked towards a horse with a purple mane and high spirits, inserted the black cloud bow into the bow bag, and untied the reins to ride on the horse's back.

Han Qian was able to shoot a two-stone strong bow at the age of twelve, and after six years of abolition, he didn't feel that he had repented at this time, and he still had the opportunity to become an invincible warrior in the world, but in the future, when there was a drastic change in the Han family, he couldn't expect the family soldiers to loyally protect him, so he had to practice riding and archery hard at this time, so that he could escape alone in the future.

"The young master has just recovered from the cold and his body is weak, if he falls on a horse, the old slave can't afford this responsibility; Moreover, the lord wants the young master to be patient and study in the house, and this is not the time to enjoy the mountains and rivers. ”

Fan Xicheng followed, stretched out his bruised wrist, grabbed the reins, stared at Han Qian with fierce eyes, and motioned for him to dismount.

Fan Xicheng was originally a soldier in the Chuzhou army, his wife and daughter were separated in the war, and then he followed Han Daoxun's side, at this time, he was ordered by Han Daoxun to stay in the villa and take care of Han Qian's hard reading volumes, and it can be said that he is now the first person in charge of Qiuhu Villa.

Fan Xicheng was "Fan Lao Dog" and "Nail" in Han Qian's eyes before, and he had a lot of unpleasantness.

Han Qian thought that he would be betrayed by these soldiers in the future, so he was angry, and subconsciously picked up the horsewhip and was about to pull it towards Fan Xicheng's face, but a thought flashed in his heart, can this really solve the problem, if Zhai Xinping, the person in the dream world, wants to be here, what will he do?

Han Qian forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart, his eyes were fixed on Fan Xicheng, secretly thinking that no matter whether Fan Xicheng was reliable in the future, he couldn't get along with himself at this time, and he was still carrying out his father Han Daoxun's "order"; And the night before, Fan Xicheng also brought someone over to scare Yao Xishui away, and it is unlikely that Fan Xicheng is guilty.

And if he really wants to be angry and noisy like before at this time, he will only call Fan Xicheng as a dead dog, directly drag off the horse, and throw him to the east courtyard to be confined, which will not solve the problem he is encountering at the moment.

Thinking so, Han Qian slowed down his tone as much as possible, stared at Fan Xicheng's eyes, and asked:

"I'm just healing from the cold, I'm weak, and I want to ride this horse along the mountain village to recover some strength, but this can't be done?"

Young Master Han Qian's words made Fan Xicheng slightly stunned, he wanted to control the young master Han Qian and prevent him from having the opportunity to do anything wrong, but Han Qian's words at this time also made him have no way to directly pull Han Qian off the horse and go back to the East Courtyard.

Fan Xicheng was stunned for a moment before shouting to the two young soldiers on the field: "Wu Cheng, Da Hei, you come here and take care of the young master, don't make any mistakes!" ”

After Fan Xicheng separated from his wife and daughter, he did not remarry, and adopted two orphans by his side, both of whom were also family soldiers by Han Daoxun's side at this time, and lived in the villa.

Fan Wu is tall and handsome, with a tall posture, even in the villa, he is wearing leather armor and a long knife at his waist, and he looks even more heroic, walking up to Han Qian, his eyebrows reveal a sense of arrogance, and he doesn't look at Han Qian properly, or deliberately avoids Han Qian's eyes.

Han Qian is tall, but in the past few years, he has been deserted, and he has been hollowed out by wine, measuring six feet, weighing only one hundred and ten pounds, skinny, as thin as a bamboo pole, and he will fall when the wind blows.

Even if Han Qian was riding on horseback at this time, in front of the heroic Fan Wucheng, he would inevitably be a little ashamed of himself.

Han Qian looked at Fan Wucheng's expression, and he also knew in his heart that if it weren't for his father Han Daoxun and Fan Xicheng, this person would probably never be willing to lead the horse for him.

If something happens in the future, if you want to say who will betray him, Han Qian's first thought is Fan Wucheng.

Thinking like this, Han Qian was even more disgusted with Fan Wucheng, and he couldn't wait to whip him with a horsewhip now, but then he thought about it again, after he was taken to Jinling City by his father, he squandered it in the Red Mansion from time to time, and Fan Wucheng accompanied him many times, if there was a problem with anyone in the family soldiers, Fan Wucheng was undoubtedly the most likely to be bought by Yao Xishui or others in the Late Red Mansion!

Han Qian's eyes were fixed on Fan Wucheng, but thinking that Zhai Xinping, the person in the dream world, was in this situation, he would never be so impetuous, and his vision was forcibly removed from Fan Wucheng's face, and he secretly felt that if Fan Wucheng was really an internal response, what did he say to be tempting, didn't it stimulate Fan Wucheng's dog to jump off the wall in a hurry?

Hold your breath!

Be sure to hold your breath!

Han Qian warned himself over and over again in his heart that Fan Wucheng, a dog minion, really had a problem, and sooner or later he would show his feet.

Fan Dahei's skin is dark, his body is even stronger, and his muscles are bulging under his coarse cloth clothes, which contains amazing explosive power. Although Fan Dahei was also quite dissatisfied with his young master, he didn't know how to hide it in his eyes, but there was no trace of Fan Wucheng's arrogance and contempt between his eyebrows, he walked over to catch the reins, and said in an urn voice:

"Young master, don't look at Ah Zi who has lost some weight, but he has a very wild temperament, he bites other horses at every turn, and he has a lot of strength, you can't ride it with a whip. Young master, if you are thrown off your horse and thrown and stumbled, we can't afford it...... Otherwise, young master, you change horses to ride—that milk fish will be very docile. ”

Han Qian saw that Fan Dahei wanted him to ride the millet horse next to him, which looked more docile, and said to him impatiently:

"You hold the horse for me, and I'll ride Ah Zi around the villa for two laps, out of the way."

Fan Dahei didn't feel embarrassed to lead the horse for the young master Han Qian, and even wanted to see the young master Han Qian fall off the horse to have fun, and led the horse to trot along the edge of the field.

Fan Wucheng followed behind silently.

In the six years since he arrived in Xuanzhou, he has been picked up by carriage on weekdays, and Han Qian can't remember how many times he has ridden a horse, let alone practiced archery.

Han Qian stepped on the horse at this time, trotted around the twenty or thirty acres of mountain villa a few laps, and then he was out of breath, and his inner thighs were also painful, and he cried out in his heart, but he felt hard when he thought of trotting on the horse, and he would change in the future, and he couldn't count on those wolf-hearted soldiers, how could he run?

Han Qian gritted his teeth, and gradually he didn't feel how hard it was.

Fan Wucheng made an excuse to leave halfway; Fan Dahei was not in a hurry and held the horse, in case the short-tempered purple-maned horse would run wild and overturn the young master Han Qian to the ground.

It had just entered autumn, and by noon, it was still a little hot in the mountains, and Han Qian's clothes had been wet several times.

The maid Qingyun ran over and was quite surprised to see Han Qian sitting on horseback with his waist straight:

"Childe used to ride a horse for a while, and he had to shout that his bones were going to be scattered, why is he so interested today?"

Qingyun was originally an orphan girl adopted by Han Daoxun in the war, only fourteen or fifteen years old, she was thin and small, and her facial features were quite delicate when you looked closely, but there was a dark red fetal mark the size of half a palm, covering the bridge of her nose and most of her left cheek, and it looked like a hideous half-grimace mask covering her face, which was particularly dazzling.

After Han Qian arrived in Jinling, he didn't even have a beautiful bed warmer by his side, and he was even more disgusted with the ugly maid Qingyun.

Qingyun's temperament is innocent, and he was scolded, and he forgot about it after a long time.

Qingyun walked over and took the reins from Fan Dahei's hand, not letting the purple-maned horse move, she stretched out her arm to help Han Qian dismount.

Han Qian didn't like Qingyun and thought she was troublesome, so he was about to use the horsewhip to open Qingyun's outstretched hand, but the moment the horsewhip was raised, he forcibly withdrew the horsewhip and jumped off the horse with the help of Qingyun.

Seeing that Fan Dahei was stretching his waist, he was relieved and waited to lead the horse back to the north courtyard for dinner, Han Qian said to him: "This purple-maned horse is called Fan Wucheng to take it back to be fed, you can't eat more at noon, I still have to use it in the afternoon, and I can add a few catties of beans at night; You will dine with me in the East Courtyard from now on......"

Fan Dahei was slightly stunned, a little at a loss.

"Qingyun, you go to Fan Wucheng to come to the East Courtyard and take the purple-maned horse away." Han Qian didn't think much about it, and subconsciously didn't want to give Fan Dahei a chance to find Fan Xicheng for instructions, so he directly asked Fan Dahei to lead the purple-maned horse back to the East Courtyard with him first; Let Qingyun find Fan Wucheng to come to the East Courtyard to lead the horse away.

Fan Dahei didn't have so many changes, so he could only go to the East Courtyard with Han Qian first, and tie the purple-maned horse under a peach tree in the West Cross Courtyard.