"How is it, Grandpa Huang, has he set off?" Lying on the bed, eating grapes peeled by the fire to find Ke'er, how could Yang Yan look sick. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Back to Your Highness, the Holy Driver has left Zhangye City and arrived in Fulu County." It was Zhao Yu who was personally guarding Yang Yan during this time, according to Zhao Yu, his ancestor was Changshan Zhao Zilong, a famous general during the Three Kingdoms period. Yang Yan asked Yang Tie to try Zhao Yu's martial arts, and it was indeed a kung fu master.

I don't know if it's because he didn't leave a reputation in history, but when he met Yang Yan, he was destined to shine.

"Great, as soon as Grandpa Huang leaves, I will be free. Kerr, go and call your brother over, I don't know if there is a god horse among those wild horses. Without Yang Guang's restraint and suppression, he is the boss of Zhangye City, and he can do whatever he wants.

Even if Yang Guang knew that Yang Yan was messing around after he left, he would not blame Yang Yan. Because just last night, Yang Guang also called Yang Yan to his side, telling him to be less naughty and not just play.

This also shows that Yang Yan sneaked away while Yang Guang was sacrificing Yanzhi Mountain, which did not cause Yang Guang's anger, but made Yang Guang more relieved.

No matter what, Yang Yan is a seven-year-old child, and what interests him most at this age is nothing more than playing. But Yang Yan was too calm and sensible before, so Yang Guang would be worried about whether Yang Yan wanted to take the opportunity to climb to the position of the East Palace now.

If Yang Yan liked to play in the horse farm, the more comfortable Yang Guang would be to hand over this place to him. After all, as the emperor's grandson, the whole world is royal, and he will always be particularly fond of certain things, and then he will do everything he can to get them.

Wasn't it the same when Yang Guang was the prince back then?

"No." Huo Xun Ke'er nodded obediently and happily went to her brother. Although she could feel that Yang Yan was not a subordinate to her, she still couldn't completely relax herself, and only when she was with her family could Huo Xun Ke'er really be herself and be that carefree little girl.

"What do you think?" Yang Yan pillowed his head with his hands and tilted his head towards Zhao Yu, who was like an iron man.

"Your Majesty thinks about whether you should recommend someone to Your Highness." Although he didn't get along with Yang Yan for a long time, Zhao Yu could feel Yang Yan's trust and reuse of the people under him.

"Let's hear it, what is it that makes our General Zhao Xiao so hesitant." Yang Yan became interested, sat up, and looked at Zhao Yu.

"Back to Your Highness, I am a master and wife of my subordinates." This is also the reason why Zhao Yu hesitated.

"What, Master?" Yang Yan laughed out loud, and somewhat understood why Zhao Yu hesitated.

Although the status of women in the Great Sui is not low, they do not hold any official positions or anything like that.

"What's the matter?" Isn't this Zhao Yu a master and an ancestor, why did a master and wife come out?

"The wife of the Momen giant, she is proficient in ordnance manufacturing, and she also has great experience in building cities." Now that the military fort that Yang Yan intends to build is only built on the periphery, someone is needed to preside over this matter.

"Oh, you are actually a disciple of Momen, I don't know who the contemporary giant is?" Yang Yan squinted his eyes, Mo family, that is a scientific research team, Yang Yan also sent people to investigate, but they did not get accurate information.

The prosperity of the Mohist doctrine is closely related to its Mohist organization. Mohism was the only school of thought in the pre-Qin era that had a well-organized organization and a distinct purpose. The Mohist school has a strict organization and strict discipline, and its leader is called "Juzi", and the next generation of Juzi is selected by the previous generation of Juzi to serve as a sage, which is passed down from generation to generation. The disciples of the Momen must obey the orders of the giants and sacrifice their lives to implement the ideas of the Mohists. The disciples who were sent to various countries to serve as officials had to carry out the political ideas of the Mohists, and when that did not work, they preferred to resign. The inkers who are officials should donate money to the group, so as to "share the wealth". Leaders should lead by example and practice the "Law of the Ink". The Mohists gathered disciples to give lectures and practice, and became the main opposition to Confucianism.

"When I go home, my mentor Mo Qian is a contemporary giant." Zhao Yu replied a little excitedly, because he felt from Yang Yan's tone that Yang Yan attached great importance to the Mo family.

"What's the use of recommending one person, I need the entire Momen to be used by me." One or two people don't make a big difference, but with a whole team, the effect is different.

"When I go home, I am ashamed to say that there are only sixty-one people in Momen now, and they are in Luojiao in Wuwei County. If His Royal Highness wants Momen to serve, the minister is willing to give it a try. Although Zhao Yu is a disciple of Momen, he has not been influenced by Mojia thought since he was a child, and he has only been taught martial arts by Mo Qian for three years.

"That's the kind of person?" The Mohist school is divided into two branches, one is the leading scientific research, and the other is the Ranger organization, both of which obey the orders of the giants. Now there are only sixty-one people in the entire Momen, which is really too weak. It is no wonder that Momen disappeared into the long river of history later.

And if the Mo family can't implement its own doctrine and would rather resign, how will it survive in the era of imperial power?

Yang Yan wants the Mo family, but he only wants them to be extremely proficient in manufacturing skills and well-trained martial artists, as for his political doctrine, it is not conducive to the consolidation of imperial power at all, Yang Yan does not want it at all.

"Let's try it." Anyway, Wuwei County is close to Zhangye, so it's good to try it if you can use it, if you can't use it, Yang Yan won't think of some way to find some drawings or something?

Seeing Huo Xun Ke'er come back, Yang Yan put away his thoughts, changed a set of clothes, walked out of the gate, and went straight to the racecourse.

On the vast grassland, 5,000 people formed a circle, and the roar of horses was constantly heard from inside.

"Greetings to Your Highness." The seventeen-year-old black bear knelt in front of Yang Yan with a man who was stronger than him, ready to use his body as a horse to let Yang Yan dismount.

However, Yang Yan didn't do that, dismounted from the other direction, and said to the black bear: "Since you have followed this king, you will not be used as a degraded person in the future, get up." ”

"Your Highness Xie, Your Highness, this is my brother, Wu Yong. Please also ask Your Highness to be merciful and spare his life. The black bear stood up, his eyes filled with tears, because Yang Yan's words moved him too much.

"Spare his life, what's wrong?" Yang Yan glanced at the young man next to him, his face was similar to that of the black bear, but more like a Han man.

"Your Highness, he is a horse slave, but he accidentally killed a good horse with a punch when he surrounded the horse, and I ask Your Highness to forgive Wu Yong." Whether it is a wild horse or a war horse sent by Yang Guang later, all of them belong to Yang Yan's private property, and each horse is worth more than 100 yuan, and killing one is a capital crime.

"I'm going to do something big, a little thing." Yang Yan waved his hand, it was just a horse, he didn't take it to heart, let alone the younger brother of the black bear.

But killing a horse with one punch is too strong, and there is a lack of such a fierce man around him.

"Your name is Wu Yong, why do you have my Han blood?" Yang Yan looked at Wu Yong seriously, thinking that Wu Xiong was only seventeen years old, so his younger brother should be younger, why is he so big?

"Back to Your Highness, the biological mother of the little slave was Han Min, who was later forcibly occupied by Fu Yun dog thieves and killed our father. The little slave thanked His Highness for avenging my brother and thanked His Highness for not killing. "Wu Yong's Chinese is much stronger than Wu Xiong's awkward Chinese dialect, and it sounds exactly like what the Han people say.

"I think you're very brave, would you like to stay by my side and be a guard?" Although Yang Yan had never seen Wu Yong's martial arts, just because he could kill a horse with one punch was enough for Yang Yan to be moved.

"I am willing to die for His Highness."

"Okay, that's crisp enough. Let's go, and you all come with me to see the horses. Yang Yan smiled with satisfaction and strode towards the circle.

I saw a dozen or so wild horses circling in an orderly circle, neighing at the crowd around them, standing up from time to time, stomping their front hooves on the ground, as if to provoke.

"Sure enough, they are all divine horses, and the momentum is extraordinary." Looking at those tall wild horses, Yang Yan couldn't help but feel a burst of joy.

Good generals are easy to get, but famous horses are hard to find, looking at these horses that obviously have the bloodline of sweat and blood, Yang Yan feels that he has made a fortune this time.

With these BMWs, he can envelop several generals.

"Take them all down for me, and put them on rope and saddle. The three of you, if you like it, tame me, and it will be regarded as the king's reward for you. As he spoke, Yang Yan glanced back and found that the eyes of the three people behind him were already full of longing.

It can be said that there is not a single soldier who does not like BMW.

Hearing Yang Yan's words, the three of them were overjoyed, thanked them again and again, and then rushed towards the group of wild horses in a big stride.

"Don't rob me, I have a crush on that white-sidedness beast." Murong Tuo roared in Tuyuhun and rushed towards a handsome white horse in the herd.

The Wu brothers did not show weakness, and rushed to their favorite mustangs.

They are good horse trainers and have been working with horses all year round, so it didn't take much effort to tame them.

"Your Highness, be careful, this is a strange horse, and its strength is infinite." Wu Yong, who had just tamed the wild horses under him, saw a small foal that was originally surrounded by the horses in the center suddenly rushed out and rushed towards Yang Yan's direction, so he let out a loud shout, clamped the horse's belly and ran towards Yang Yan, wanting to protect Yang Yan.

With Wu Yong's shout, Murong Tuo and Wu Xiong also reacted quickly and galloped towards Yang Yan.

Yang Yan didn't avoid it, but stared at the black pony running towards him, although it was young, it was like a forging, black and shiny, and its hooves were red, as if it was stepping on blood.

"Could it be that you are still a good man, and you know that I have the highest status?" Yang Yan muttered to himself, moved his legs, and opened the offensive.

Thirty steps, twenty steps, ten steps.

Yang Yan took a deep breath, flicked his left hand, and ran a few steps towards the foal, a solid slap on the horse's left cheek.

I saw that the horse's head was tilted, and its whole body turned out to the right, and fell on the grass, neighing incessantly.

"You brute, do you still want to hurt this king?" Yang Yan took advantage of the situation to step on the foal's head and looked down at the foal that fell to the ground and remembered.

It's a pity that Tuyuhun Manu, who reacted, had already surrounded it and pressed it to death, unable to move.

"Your Highness is brave, brave." The people who had just rushed to Yang Yan's side were shocked, they didn't expect Yang Yan to knock down the foal with one punch, and what was even more terrifying was that it was still alive.

This is how precise the control of power is, how terrifying the ability is. Especially the powerful Wu Yong, he felt that in addition to avoiding the foal, another way was to knock it down like Yang Yan. However, the result of the fight was that he was slightly injured and his foal was killed.

"Saddle it, and the widow will tame it." Yang Yan's equestrian skills are average, and if he doesn't have a saddle, he can't control the horse at all.

"This horse god was the snow treading black horse of the overlord of Western Chu back then, but its horse hooves are blood-red, so it's called stepping blood." Although Yang Yan didn't have the skills of a horse, with the various reactions of this horse, he felt that it was not an ordinary BMW, and his heart was very happy.