The clouds are light and the wind is light, and the spring feast is light.

Pei Xibao simply tied up the scattered hair, tied the wide sleeves tightly on his arms, and only the bright moon fell under the ears.

Feather kicking the horse's hooves, in Yan Qi's hands is very obedient, Pei Xibao learned to follow its mane and gently brushed it, the foal grinded her upper and lower teeth, she retracted her hand in fright and felt that her appearance as a frightened bird was ridiculous.

"Tighten the reins and grasp the mane, lean sideways with the stirrup, and hold the saddle while focusing."

Yan Qi said concisely and reached out to pinch Pei Xibao's thin waist branch, the little girl was very light, he lifted it slightly, and the skirt fluttered and landed steadily on the horse's back like a little butterfly.

Flip Feather sensed the weight of his body and stepped restlessly back and forth.

Yanqi pulled out a carrot like a trick, and the foal shook his ears excitedly and opened his mouth to bite with a rattling sound, and it could be seen that Feather liked carrots.

Pei Xibao poked the horse's neck: "Glutton." ”

Yan Qi saw that there was no more rejection of the feather, he turned over and jumped on another jujube red horse, and followed suit, Pei Xibao uneasily adjusted his sitting posture to match the pony's suave footsteps.

"If you are afraid of it, it will also be afraid of you," the horse could sense the change in the owner's mood, and the small copper bell rang softly, Yan Qi suddenly asked, "Is the foot injury healing?" ”

Pei Xibao was stunned: "Care about me? She laughed.

Yan Qi turned his head: "Feather is extremely sensitive to the smell of blood. "It's easy to get excited and crazy at the slightest star, Yan Qi just cares about the foal, and it has nothing to do with Pei Xi Poke.

Miss Bao hummed and chirped the golden whip in her bosom, her calf striking on the side of the foal, and her feathered back shrugged slightly, as if she had won the order, and the horse's hooves jumped lightly, and the small steps turned into trots.

Pei Xibao giggled happily, she had never really ridden a horse, and she felt like she was walking on a cloud, surprised and delighted.

Suddenly, the birds behind the forest were noisy, and the cold peak came through the air, Pei Xibao was defenseless, but Yan Qi found out, he raised his whip and "snapped" to the ground, the tail of the whip swept over, Pei Xibao let out a low cry, and the cold arrow that was missed cut a bloody mark on her calf.

Suddenly, the blood flowed like an infusion.

"Bow down, hold on to the reins, horsehair and don't let go!" Yan Qi shouted, and Min realized that there was the sound of falling pine leaves outside the empty and uninhabited racecourse.

Scraped through coarse cloth clothes, brushed over sandals.

The comers are not good.

He immediately made a decision and whipped the whip on the hind leg of the feather: "Run!" ”

Pei Xibao didn't fully react, just grabbed the reins, and the horse that sat down suddenly jumped high, not only because of Yan Qi's fierce whip, but also because of the smell of blood on Pei Xibao's legs.

"Yanqi!" Pei Xibao's face turned pale with fright, she tensed her body and didn't dare to let go, there was a chance that she would not survive if she was thrown off such a horse with hooves, she knew very well that even if the skin of her palm was ground by the reins, she would not dare to relax for half a minute.

Yan Qi's next whip was whipped on his jujube red horse, shouting loudly and chasing Pei Xibao's feathers rushing through the forest, and he could hear the horse's hooves tracking behind him and getting closer and closer.

Iron bows and cold arrows, these people are assassins, they are killers.

He knew very well, and even more understood the situation of Pei Xibao who was involved, the whistling in his ears made him lower his body and lean over the belly of the horse, the arrow feathers flew past his ears, and the horse's hooves that were approaching the flight could be seen in the corner of his eye.

For a while, the poplars were chaotic, and the people who didn't have time to rein in the horses to chase were startled, the horses' hooves stumbled, and even the people and horses fell out and neighed.

Pei Xibao heard movement behind her, and her heavy snort showed that it was more panicked, and the pony's panic allowed her to see where it was heading.

High cliffs.

It was a dead-end road.

Pei Xibao's heart was in her throat, she wanted to call Yan Qi to save her, but she couldn't say half a word with choking headwind in her throat, and she couldn't even clamp the horse's belly again with her legs and feet, her body was like a boat swept by a storm, unable to control half an inch.

There was a clear whistle behind him, which Yan Qi often used to control the feather, perhaps, he also wanted to stop the galloping foal, but the feather turned a deaf ear, and it jumped straight up the cliff with its hooves, but at that moment, it suddenly turned the horse's head, raised its front hooves high, and neighed like a dying struggle—

Pei Xibao's body was pulled backwards by a force of gravity, her hand involuntarily let go of the reins, and the whole person was thrown out by the foal.

She felt like a bird jumping off the edge of a cliff, and she was going to die.

Definitely going to die.