Chapter Thirty-Seven: When the White Horse on the Street Is Dry
"In this way, you can rest at home, and after the martial arts, you and I will go to Xingshan together."
After speaking, Lin Ling bent down to fold the somewhat slippery futon for Guo Quan, and was about to get up to leave, but Guo Quan's arm was grabbed by Guo Quan.
"Ahem... Xianghe, Kyoto is not better than Acacia Building, even the most inconspicuous person here, there may be a great background behind it, so... Be careful along the way, and don't get into an argument unless it's an emergency. ”
Looking down at Guo Quan's flushed face because he talked too much, Lin Ling's heart was moved, and for Guo Quan's heartfelt words, it can also be seen from the side that Guo Quan is very cautious although he is in the city.
"Don't worry, I'm in control."
Lin Ling said this, nodded solemnly at Guo Quan, habitually smiled slightly, turned around and opened the swaying delicate bead net, and left the wing.
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At the moment, under Bogu.
After Lin Ling said goodbye to Guo Quan, he went downstairs all the way and greeted Guo Er, who was busy, but was taken aback by Yang Zhen's approach.
I saw Yang Zhen see Lin Ling coming out, so he hurriedly grabbed the reins, and while scolding the white horse, he struggled to pull in front of the door of Bogulou.
Yang Zhen dragged the horses like this, just to put the carriage parked under the corridor on the sleeve, so that Lin Ling could use it for walking, but this originally docile white horse, today he didn't know what was crazy, no matter how Yang Zhen dragged it, he just didn't move his hooves at all.
"Gongwei, what are you doing here?"
Lin Ling was puzzled, so he shouted at Yang Zhen, who was in a hurry, and walked over with his feet up.
"Childe be careful! I don't know what kind of madness this animal has, but when I went to the stable to lead it, it was fine, that is, after I got on the street, this animal became inexplicably impatient. ”
Saying that, Yang Zhen didn't pay attention to his hand, and was almost thrown off the reins by the manic white horse, so frightened that Yang Zhen hurriedly grabbed the reins with both hands, and no longer dared to be distracted.
"Gong Wei, stop, don't whip the horse!"
Seeing that the movement was getting bigger and bigger, Yang Zhen had no choice but to pull out the horsewhip, and just wanted to whip it hard, Lin Ling on the side saw this, and immediately shouted, and hurriedly rushed over to take the horsewhip.
Now that more than two days have passed since the Dunhuang Festival, although the northern city is relatively quiet, but at this time, there are already three or five pedestrians on the street, and Yang Zhen's movement is so loud that it naturally attracts the attention of the surrounding pedestrians.
At this time, there was an old man with crane hair and a small goatee under his chin, looking at the raging white horse with a white beard in one hand and the old god behind him with the other hand, and reminded with a kind face:
"This boy is right, you should not whip the horse, because the reason why the horse is manic is the sin of the groom."
The old man's words were extremely slow, although there were some elements of selling off, but the old man looked like he was a man who understood.
Since someone kindly reminded him, Lin Ling had no reason to ignore him, and the sage Zeng Yun: If you see the elder later, you must hold the child ceremony, which means that if the younger generation sees the elder, you must hold the child and nephew ceremony to show respect.
"What the old gentleman taught, dare to ask the gentleman, where did the sin of this groom come from? If you are not talented, please don't be stingy with each other. ”
After speaking, Lin Ling threw off his robe and bowed respectfully to the old man, and Lin Ling compared himself to a small student in his words, just like the old man's student, he put his identity very low.
"Well, this horse is a snow crossbow breed, although it is mostly produced in the Yongliang land, but it is not a sweat and blood horse, but a snow horse from the border county Youlongling area."
"Although it is not a bloody horse, this kind of horse is very docile, and generally as long as it keeps its forage and food, it will not run wild."
As he said this, the old man had already begun to walk towards Yang Zhen, looking at his leisurely appearance, it seemed that he was not facing a rampaging horse, but a docile mule.
"Old gentleman beware!"
Seeing this, Lin Ling really sweated for the old man, and hurriedly reminded him loudly.
"It's okay, and let's see how the old decay subdues it."
I saw the old man wave his big hand, stepped forward and snatched the leather whip from Yang Zhen's hand, and then reached out to grab the reins from Yang Zhen's hand, which shocked Yang Zhen.
"Don't come here, old gentleman, this beast is very manic, if it kicks and hurts you for a while, how can it be good for the juniors!"
At this time, Rao is Yang Zhen's martial arts practitioner, and the entire hand that grabbed the reins of the horse was almost pulled by the white horse's manic pull, and the bone wall was dislocated.
"Livestock! Do you know the Marquis of Yuyang in the north of my city! ”
It didn't matter if the old man shouted like this, but it really shocked all kinds of passers-by who surrounded him, and the most shocking one was Lin Ling.
Who would have thought that an old man who was randomly picked up on the street turned out to be a prince, it seems that Guo Quan's words are very reasonable, Kyoto is really a place of Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon.
However, the old man's shouting did not have much effect on the white horse, but someone in the crowd replied loudly:
"Old Yutou, aren't you crazy? Once the snow crossbow horse goes crazy, it will be difficult for several big men to hold it, just you, with old arms and legs, if there are three long and two short, won't your second child cry and blind his eyes! ”
When the man said this, two men who looked honest immediately stepped forward and dragged the old man back without saying anything.
It's just that the old man seemed to be very disdainful of the person who spoke, and when he saw two men coming to pull his old arms and legs, he immediately shouted and scolded: "Zhang Aqing! You don't have to worry about the old things! Your grandma's nosy! ”
Looking at Lin Ling, who had successfully turned into a personal grudge from horse control, looking at the angry face of the person who spoke, and the appearance of the old man blowing his beard and glaring, Lin Ling knew that if he wanted to persuade the two of them, he had to free Yang Zhen's hand first.
Thinking so, Lin Ling said to Yang Zhen, who was struggling, to hold on, turned around and ran back to Bogulou, a gust of wind seemed to go straight to the backyard, in Lao Wu's confused eyes, picked up a bundle of good hay, and ran out.
After running to a distance of two meters away from Yang Zhen, Lin Ling threw the hay held under his armpit in front of the white horse, and watched it move a little calmly, so he whispered to Yang Zhen: "Gongwei, try to let go of your hand slowly, and the action should be light." ”
Although Yang Zhen didn't turn his head to look at Lin Ling, he had confidence in Lin Ling and was willing to believe that Lin Ling would not harm him, so he slowly relaxed the straight reins in his hand according to his words, and his body quietly stepped back.
Sure enough, Lin Ling's guess was right, Bai Ma saw that he was no longer bound by the reins, and at this time he smelled the fragrance of hay, and immediately stopped being manic, but became very docile, lowered his head and began to gnaw on the hay.
Seeing that the white horse stopped for a while, Yang Zhen on the side rubbed his somewhat sour arms, staggered to Lin Ling's side, and said with emotion: "Huh~, I finally stopped, but the strength of this animal is really great." ”
"No wonder... It is no wonder that the towns in the northwest will let it go, and no one in the government blames Qi Anhou's carriage and horse shop, and the horses in his carriage and horse shop are all snow crossbow horses with docile temperaments. ”
Lin Ling looked at the white horse with his head bowed and munching on forage, thinking about Guo Er's words before, and now thinking about it carefully, maybe it is not because of the monstrous power of Qi Anhou, but because this snow crossbow horse has a docile temperament and is not suitable as a war horse in the army.