Among the trees, Zhao Yong bent his bow and shot arrows, and the pheasants on the ground panicked, flapped their wings and flew up. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Seeing that the pheasant was about to fly away, Xue Zimo on the side let go of his hand. The arrows whistled away, and the pheasant fell in a pool of blood.

Xue Zimo patted the horse's back, turned over and dismounted, picked up the pheasant, and looked at Zhao Yong: "Prince, you have conceded."

"Zimo, why has your riding and archery skills increased dramatically during this time?" Zhao Yong looked at the pheasant in Xue Zimo's hand and couldn't help but ask him questions. At the beginning in Xindu, it was clear that his riding and archery was better than him, but why is it that he is not as good as him now.

Xue Zimo smiled embarrassedly and explained to Xue Zimo: "During this time, the king ascended the throne, and the prince was also busy. I begged my father to teach me how to ride and shoot, and that's why I hit this pheasant."

"Looks like I'm rusty." Zhao Yong showed a depressed expression, and at the same time secretly decided in his heart that he must practice the art of riding and archery hard in the future.

While he was thinking about this, Zhao Yong suddenly saw a hare grazing in the grass on the left. A smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he pulled out an arrow, bent his bow and held his breath. Then the hand was loosened, and the arrow left the string.

Xue Zimo looked at the hare and smiled at Zhao Yong: "How did the prince find out that there are hares here?"

"I stumbled upon the grass and found the hare." Zhao Yong turned over and dismounted, explaining to Xue Zimo.

Just as Zhao Yong was about to walk over, the sky suddenly darkened, and several golden eagles circled in the sky, and then one of them pounced. He took the hare and flew into the sky.

Zhao Yong and Xue Zimo looked at the golden eagle with wings spread and a body size of more than three meters, they were speechless in surprise, and stood on the spot.

Xue Zimo looked at the golden eagle in disbelief, and subconsciously asked Zhao Yong: "Is this an eagle?"

"It's too big." After Zhao Yong said this, he immediately reacted and shouted at Xue Zimo: "Don't run yet."

The two hurriedly pulled the panicked war horses and galloped wildly.

Several golden eagles in the sky looked at the two children running on the ground, and they swooped down directly from the air with great playfulness.

Zhao Yong and Xue Zi looked at the few golden eagles that pounced and felt the breath of death. Suddenly, the soul of the dead was in danger, and there was a frightened look in his eyes.

At this moment, the call came from a distance, and several golden eagles heard the voice. Instinctively, he flipped his wings and flew in the direction from which the sound came.

The wind in the sky rushed in front of him, and the huge wind force almost made Zhao Yong and Xue Zimo fall. Looking at the golden eagle in the distance, they looked at each other as if they were afraid, and sat on the ground panting. It's not easy to not be scared to cry at a young age.

"How can the prince have such a big eagle here." After a while, Xue Zimo came back to his senses.

Zhao Yong carefully recalled the appearance of the golden eagle and shook his head slightly: "It shouldn't be an eagle."

"What's that?". Xue Zimo's eyes were full of puzzlement, recalling the thrilling scene just now, and then asked Zhao Yong: "The voice that came just now must have been domesticated."

When Zhao Yong was about to reply to Xue Zimo. I saw a middle-aged man walking in front of him, dressed in Zhao costumes, followed by twelve Huns. Behind the Huns were the golden eagles that had just pounced on them. Roughly counted, there are about a dozen. Obviously, it wasn't all that just pounced on Zhao Yong and Xue Zimo.

The middle-aged man held the hare that was captured by the golden eagle and handed it to Zhao Yong and Xue Zimo: "These golden eagles are stubborn, which makes the two of them frightened."

"Golden eagle? Behind you are the aliens of the North? “。 Zhao Yong took the hare and looked at the Huns and the golden eagles.

The middle-aged man smiled and explained to the two: "To be honest, I came from the north and went all the way south through Lou Fu. He was ordered to go to the east gate of Handan, Zhao State, the fourth prince's mansion. Give these golden eagles to the fourth son. In order to facilitate the management of these golden eagles, these twelve eagle trainers were also brought over."

"North of Lou Fu? But why do you look like you alone, but you are no different from us?" Zhao Yong looked at the middle-aged man, his eyes full of doubts.

The middle-aged man was obviously prepared for this question, and replied to Zhao Yong without thinking: "My parents are people from the Xihe of the Qin State who were taken away by Lin Hu, and they have lived in the country north of Lou Fu several times, so our clothes are the same as yours."

"The country north of Lou Fu?". Xue Zimo's eyes were puzzled, and he looked at the middle-aged man very puzzled.

The middle-aged man explained to them in detail: "We are homeless people who have been plundered by foreign races for generations. To the north of Lou Fu, a kingdom was formed. We call it Seoul, and we call ourselves Han Chinese."

"Seoul? Han? “。 Zhao Yong lowered his head and repeated a few sentences, carefully recalling the words of the middle-aged man: "You said you are Han? You were ordered to come to find the fourth prince of Zhao State? “。

"On the order of the general, I came to send a few golden eagles to the four sons of Zhao State." The middle-aged man explained to Zhao Yong and Xue Zimo.

The more Zhao Yong listened, the more puzzled he became, and asked the middle-aged man puzzled: "General?"

"More than half a year ago, the general personally went to Lou Fu to inquire about the news. met the fourth son of Zhao Guo and became close friends with him. So after returning to Seoul, he ordered me to come and deliver the golden eagle." The middle-aged man explained to Zhao Yong and Xue Zimo. Although the two children in front of them are not very old, looking at their clothes, they should not be ordinary children. In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, I can only explain them one by one.

Xue Zimo was suspicious and looked at Zhao Yong.

Zhao Yong thought for a while, thinking that this was Handan after all, and then put his mind at ease: "If you are not wrong, you should be looking for my fourth uncle." Now he is in the forest, and you will seek him yourselves."

"In the middle of the woods?". The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at the twelve Huns behind him.

The twelve Huns understood and waved at the twelve golden eagles behind them. Twelve golden eagles spread their wings and flew into the sky. Immediately after, a golden eagle let out a long howl.

The middle-aged man was just about to walk in the direction that the golden eagle that made a long roar was directed, but he didn't want two more golden eagles to make a sound.

A Hun man said respectfully to the middle-aged man: "There are people in three directions in this forest."

"Let the golden eagle find it". The middle-aged man thought for a moment and commanded the Hun.

Twelve Huns heard the order and hurriedly bowed down to receive the order. There were three Huns, shouting a few times at the golden eagle in the sky. The three golden eagles waved their wings and flew in three directions.

Zhao Yong and Xue Zimo looked at this scene in surprise, they didn't expect that these golden eagles could still find people.

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Zhao Wuming slapped his horse's back and was chasing a hare, but he didn't expect the sky to suddenly darken, followed by a long howl.

Looking up, I couldn't help but be stunned, how could there be such a big eagle in Handan. A thought crossed his mind, and he instantly thought of what Chen Ping said at the beginning to send Xunying. Could it be that this is Seoul, the swift eagle sent.

After thinking for a while, he urged the war horse to gallop away in the direction where the golden eagle was flying.

The horse's hooves galloped, Zhao Wuming looked at Zhao Yong and Xue Zimo in front of him, and couldn't help but show a puzzled look. Then he looked at the middle-aged man and the twelve Huns, and instantly understood.

The middle-aged man was overjoyed when he saw Zhao Wuming, and hurriedly bowed, just about to say something but came to his senses: "I've seen adults, but I don't know if adults are okay this year."

"I've seen adults". The demeanor of the twelve Huns was very respectful.

Zhao Wuming turned over and dismounted, and asked the middle-aged man, "It's naturally fine, but I don't know when you came?"

"Just now, the golden eagle is naughty. accidentally snatched the hare that the adult's nephew hunted, so the villain knew that the adult was here." The middle-aged man hurriedly replied respectfully.

Zhao Wuming looked at the golden eagle standing behind the twelve Huns with some confusion: "This is the golden eagle?" No wonder it's so huge, didn't you say that it was Swift Eagle that was sent to Lone? How did he become a golden eagle".

"The general has a saying, what is given to others is a swift eagle, but what is given to adults can only be a golden eagle." The middle-aged man hurriedly explained to Zhao Wuming.

Zhao Yong looked at Zhao Wuming suspiciously, and asked him, "Uncle, do you really know their general?"

"Know". Zhao Wuming replied to Zhao Yong without thinking.

Xue Zimo's eyes were always on those golden eagles: "Uncle, can you give me one."

"Uncle, I want one too." Zhao Yong reacted instantly, and hurriedly looked at Zhao Wuming expectantly.

The sound of horses' hooves came, Sun Buji turned over and dismounted, and several hares on horseback were revealed.

Sun Buer just wanted to ask Zhao Wuming, but he noticed Zhao Yong and Xue Zimo, and just shouted respectfully: "Lord."

"You've found it here, too." Zhao Wuming asked Sun Buji.

The middle-aged man and the twelve Huns bowed to Sun Buer, but they didn't speak.

Sun Buji returned the salute, looked at Zhao Wuming and explained to him: "I just saw the golden eagle in the sky, and my subordinates estimated that it should be someone from Seoul."

"You have a good memory." Zhao Wuming replied casually to Sun Buer, and looked at Xue Zimo and Zhao Yong who were looking forward to it: "You can't raise these golden eagles."

"Why?". Xue Zimo and Zhao Yong asked Zhao Wuming puzzled.

Zhao Wuming explained to the two: "Because you don't have a carver trainer, don't look at these golden eagles are very docile now. But once they leave the eagle trainers, they will be fierce, so it's better not to give them to you."

"Uncle". Zhao Yong shouted unhappily, his face full of reluctance.

Zhao Wuming only felt a headache, why did Zhao Yong and Xue Zimo always be so keen on these fierce beasts. At a young age, this courage is too big.

Xue Zimo seemed to have discovered something from Zhao Wuming's words, and asked Zhao Wuming: "Uncle doesn't mean that as long as there is a carving trainer, you can give us a golden eagle."

"Okay, one by one. But when you feed the golden eagle, you must let the eagle trainer be on the side." Zhao Wuming didn't know what Xue Zimo meant, thought about it for a while, and told them.

Zhao Yong and Xue Zimo ran towards the golden eagles at the same time, and carefully selected: "Uncle, just this one."

"Good". What can Zhao Wuming say except for saying a good word, can he say that he can't give it? .

Zhao Yong and Xue Zimo happily let the eagle trainer and follow them to the front with the golden eagle. It was as if the first time I saw a golden eagle, and the thrilling scene did not happen at all.

Zhao Wuming saw Zhao Yong and Xue Zimo walking so fast, and couldn't help but ask them: "Aren't you better than riding and shooting?"

"What is it better to have a golden eagle, my uncle has gone back. I'll show it to my father, my mother, and my grandmother." Zhao Yong didn't look back, and together with Xue Zimo, he led the war horse, took the eagle trainer and the golden eagle, and walked in the direction of Handan.

(To be continued.) )