If Zhong Jianyu felt the most in the grassland in the past few years, it was the climate of the grassland.

The temperature difference between winter and summer on the grassland is very large, the winter is colder than the winter of Dayu, the summer is hotter than the summer of Dayu, and the winter is long and the summer is short.

The sky is clear and blue, the fields are endless, there are herds of cattle and sheep, and horses gallop.

Xiao Yuyu, who saw this scene for the first time, looked at it stunned with his mouth open, and Bei Chuan on the side was also proud.

"I'll just tell you that the scenery of our grassland is definitely the best in the world!"

Zhong Zhiyu retracted his gaze and blinked, and retorted: "Although it is true that the flavor is unique, the scenery of Lin'an is a must. ”

Bei Chuan tugged at Zhong Zhuyu's braids, pouting and not very happy: "I have also heard a little about Lin'an, what kind of scenery is beautiful, delicate and petty, how can there be the atmosphere from our grassland." ”

"What's the use of the atmosphere, it's not just to see."

Zhong Zhiyu brushed Bei Chuan's hand away and unhappily rearranged his hair. I don't know if it's because I'm not a local, other people's braids are clean and neat, with the liveliness of a grassland child, while Bei Chuan's pigtails for himself are rough and rough, and there is a temperament that pretends to be tender.

"Who said it can't be used." Bei Chuan took advantage of Zhong Zhuyu's inattention, put his two hands together, touched Zhong Zhuyu's head and rubbed it randomly, until she kneaded her hair into a bird's nest before she was satisfied, and then before Zhong Zhuyu wanted to beat herself, he quickly said: "I'll take you to the horse race!" ”

Zhong Zhuyu's fist that was about to hit Bei Chuan froze in mid-air, and his eyes were eager to try: "Horse racing? ”

Bei Chuan smiled and put down his fist for her, and wiped a handful on the back of Zhong Shuyu's hand, and was amazed at Zhong Shuyu's soft and smooth skin for a while before saying, "That's right." Every summer in our grasslands, we hold a horse race, and the top five in the race will receive the title of warrior from my father. ”

"But I'm not from the prairie." Zhong Shuyu raised his hand and tried to straighten his hair, and said with some disappointment: "Why don't I cheer you up?" I think it's the same with your horse racing! ”

"How is that possible! I said I'll take you with me! ”

"Thank you, princess!"

Zhong Zhiyu's face was full of joy, and he didn't care about his messy hair, he stepped forward and hugged Bei Chuan, and his intimacy was overflowing.

Bei Chuan's big words were said in front of her, but there was really no precedent for outsiders to participate in horse racing on the grassland, so Bei Chuan had no choice but to curry favor with the king of the grassland.

The grassland food is mainly meat, and tea has always been the hard currency of the merchants of Dayu in the grassland, and the price is extremely high.

Before meeting Zhong Zhuyu, Bei Chuan also used tea to relieve her greasy, but since Zhong Zhuyu made her sour jujube cake, she has completely abandoned tea, and even learned how to make sour jujube cake with great interest.

In those days, she looked at Zhong Zhuoyu's eyes very eagerly.

Zhong Shuyu: I'm sorry, but that's Zhegui.

So this time, Bei Chuan personally cooked a big bowl of sour jujube cake and served it to the king of the grassland, looking like a well-behaved little padded jacket.

The Prairie King's gaze paused on the sour jujube cake for a moment, and said without any waves: "Do you have something to ask me?" ”

"No, my daughter just learned a new snack, and I made it for my father to taste."

The sour jujube cake in the bowl is black and black, and the outside is covered with a layer of white frosting, which doesn't look very good...... The king of the grassland didn't look over and tried to reason with Bei Chuan: "If you have anything, just tell your father, and you won't be able to eat......

Bei Chuan was overjoyed and said, "That daughter wants to take Yuyu to participate in the horse race!" ”

"Nope." As soon as Bei Chuan's words fell, the Prairie King frowned and objected: "This is my Prairie Warrior Competition, what's the matter with her participating in a Dayu person?" ”

"You don't have confidence in our steppe warriors!" Bei Chuan stretched out his finger and poked the back of the Prairie King with little force: "Anyway, she can't win against our Prairie Warriors, what's the big deal to let her participate." ”

"That's not going to work either!" King Zhenbei waved his hand and began to drive people away: "This is a matter of principle, don't get in the way here, I still have a lot of business." ”

Bei Chuan, who was pushed away by the king of Zhenbei, stomped his feet angrily and said coquettishly: "I'm not leaving!" If you don't let her participate, I won't leave! ”

"That's okay, don't go, just help your father read the fold."

King Zhenbei didn't eat her at all, sat down again, and picked up the fold and waved it at Bei Chuan, looking forward to it.

“……”

Bei Chuan glared at him angrily, and it seemed that he had to use a killer move.

So Bei Chuan sat on the spot, stalked his neck and said to the king of the grassland: "If you don't agree, I will go on a hunger strike." If you don't agree with me, I won't eat for a day, and you'll starve me to death! ”

The king of the grassland choked, staring at his eyes and unable to speak, and Bei Chuan also turned a pair of round eyes and kicked back, without fear.

After a while, the king of the grassland said angrily: "Your mother's queen is right, she said that she wouldn't let you play with her, look at her only being your playmate for half a year and bringing you like this, they are better than the other!" ”

"It's none of my business, I'm going to take her to the horse race. She doesn't want to go yet! In order not to harm Zhong Shuyu, Bei Chuan told a small lie.

Unexpectedly, the king of the grassland was even more angry, slapped on the bed, and his face trembled: "It's none of her business, if she doesn't want to go, can you still go on a hunger strike with me here?" I shouldn't have promised you to convince your queen mother in the first place! ”

The teenage girl has nothing but what her parents give, and the only thing she has is her friendship. Zhong Zhuyu is the only person that Bei Chuan has chosen for himself in the past ten years, and at this time, the Prairie King's belittlement of Zhong Zhuyu not only embarrassed her, but also made her feel that she was not respected.

A girl's heart is always sensitive, especially when this disrespect comes from her closest father, this sensitivity will easily explode.

This is the first time that the king of the grassland has seen Bei Chuan make such a big fire, no, not to be precise, but the first time he howls and cries regardless of his image, crying so that his facial features are distorted, and snot and tears flow together. She also cried while hitting the pillar next to her, and the Prairie King didn't know whether to worry about whether the pillar would collapse, or whether Bei Chuan's hand would hurt.

In the end, the king of the grassland still compromised, not only agreed to let Zhong Zhiyu participate in the horse race at that time, but also promised a series of additional conditions.

Seeing Bei Chuan jumping out, the Prairie King breathed a sigh of relief: Finally coaxed this little ancestor!

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Horse racing begins after the first rains of the summer.

For this competition, Bei Chuan specially found a good horse for Zhong Zhiyu. The horse's whole body is snow-white, but its hooves are black, and it is called a prison.

He had a gentle temper in prison, and he was very affectionate to Zhong Zhuoyu when they first met, so Zhong Zhuoyu took it with him majestically and vigorously for several days, and the tacit understanding of one person and one horse rose rapidly, but during this period, Bei Chuan did not come to her, which made her a little strange.

But on the day of the game, she knew why.

Bei Chuan's hand turned out to be swollen!

"Bei Chuan, what's wrong with your hand? Why didn't you tell me if you were injured? As soon as Zhong Zhiyu saw her hand, he hurriedly held it to blow cool air for her, for fear that she would still be in pain.

Bei Chuan grinned, and didn't stop Zhong Zhiyu, but explained: "My queen mother didn't let me come out to play, and punished me for copying the "Yanzhi Sutra", so I pinched my hand and swollen it, and I couldn't hold a pen when my hand was swollen, which gave me a chance to run out." ”

Zhong Zhiyu looked distressed, and pouted and whispered: "Why is the queen so unkind, she won't let you come out in the competition once a year." ”

In fact, it was usually given, but this time it was punished because of Zhong Shuyu. However, Bei Chuan didn't tell her, and only took Zhong Zhiyu to the competition venue together.

"This horse race totals 10,000 meters, running from one end of the grassland to the other, and the top five runners are warriors."

Zhong Zhiyu tiptoed and followed Bei Chuan's fingers to look in the direction of the legendary end, but unfortunately there was green grass everywhere she looked, and she didn't know where Bei Chuan was talking at all.

Seeing her like this, Bei Chuan knew that she couldn't tell the direction, so he had to say helplessly: "You can run with me later." ”

"Uh-huh." Zhong Zhiyu nodded like pounding garlic.

The number of participants in this annual horse race completely exceeded Zhong Zhiyu's expectations, and almost all the young and middle-aged girls and young men who were idle came! Everyone rode high and low horses, and stood in unison, which is said to be the starting line, waiting for the referee's call.

Zhong Zhiyu followed beside Bei Chuan, looking at the grass with no signs on the ground with question marks: Why does everyone know that the starting line is here, and it is still so neatly arranged?

I saw that Zhong Zhuoyu's left and right sides were lined up in an orderly manner, even if the number of people was so large that Zhong Zhuoyu could not see the end, but everyone tacitly lined up in a straight line here, and none of the horse's hooves took a step forward.

…… It's weird.

Just when Zhong Zhiyu had a ghostly expression on his face, the Grassland King, who was the referee of this grassland national competition, walked to the opposite side of them and slowly pulled the bow in his hand.

The bow was so primitive that Zhong Zhuyu even felt that it was covered with ash.

With a "whoosh", the Prairie King shot an arrow into the sky, and at the same time all the runners rushed to the finish line at full speed.

Bei Chuan and Zhong Zhuoyu were not to be outdone, and ran forward as soon as they clamped the horse's belly.

The summer wind is not as cold as other seasons, and there is still a warm heat on the face, this kind of extreme sports of competing with others stimulates Zhong Zhiyu's brain and nerves, and this novel experience is something she has never had.

"Bei Chuan, it turns out that horse racing is really fun!"

"You-say-what-——?" Bei Chuan rode in front of Zhong Zhiyu and didn't hear what she said, and asked at the top of his voice.

Zhong Zhiyu was in a very good mood, and she also followed her example and spoke at the top of her voice: "I-say-race-horse-good-good-play-"

"Yes! I-just-know-way-you-know-rejoice--——! ”

Bei Chuan turned his head and saw that Zhong Zhuyu's whole person seemed to be glowing, and his eyes were full of stars. As soon as the two looked at each other, Zhong Zhuyu raised a bigger smile, and a pair of eyes were crooked, which made Bei Chuan feel extremely satisfied.

"Zhong Zhiyu ——!"

"Huh?"

"You seem to be different somewhat, and now you look good in braids!"

"Really?" Zhong Shuyu touched his braid and smiled slyly: "That's over, what if my beauty is targeted!" ”

Bei Chuan stretched out his hand to her and smiled confidently: "It's okay, Zhong Zhuoyu, I will cover you in the future, and the whole grassland will go sideways with you!" ”