"Drive!" At the sound of the command, the two horses began to run slowly, faster and faster, and galloped forward like arrows.

Hu Yan is experienced, the vigorous and short body is firmly attached to the horse's back, the whole body is constantly adjusting the sitting posture with the horse's running, the horse he sits on is a captive BMW in the palace, the horse is abnormal, as soon as he gallops, he quickly leads the prince by a horse.

When everyone saw this, except for a few old and serious ones, they all cheered for it; Everyone suddenly felt that they were angry, and the prince spoke wildly, and many people still had some doubts in their hearts, thinking that the Nibra people must be sure of victory; But just looking at this, it is only less than a hundred zhang, Hu Yan is already ahead, and Da Song is already in the driver's seat.

Shen Ao was engrossed in the event at the moment, sighed, and said faintly: "The worst result is coming. ”

Yang Jian was infected by this warm atmosphere, and it was the time to be excited, but when he saw Shen Ao sighing, he couldn't help but say, "Why did Shen Gongzi say this." ”

Shen Ao said: "If the Nibora people have the advantage and are sure of victory, it will be fine. Now it seems that the horses and equestrian skills of the Nibora people are so unbearable, but they dare to make a bet with diplomatic relations, Yang Gonggong thinks, will they admit defeat? ”

Yang Jian's heart sank, he has seen a lot of this kind of conspiracy, to put it mildly, he is the ancestor of the conspiracy, how many people in this palace want to get the holy favor and squeeze him out, but what is the result? He is not only as stable as Mount Tai in the palace, but also outside the palace, who are his opponents among those civil and military ministers.

After a little thought, Yang Jian immediately understood that if the Nibora people could win in an orderly manner, it was natural to propose this bet; But they are obviously not strong, but they take out such a heavy bet to gamble, if they don't use some means, wouldn't they be shooting themselves on the heel?

Yang Jian snorted in a low voice, and said with a solemn face: "The miscellaneous family will go and inform the official family." ”

As soon as the words fell, Shen Ao took a breath and exhaled, "It's late." ”

Yang Jian raised his eyes and saw that the prince Hu Cong, who was one horse behind, suddenly stretched out his hand, sat on the horse and attacked Hu Yan in a strange way.

Hu Yan was overwhelmed by this unexpected sneak attack, and his body was stunned, and even the BMW that was sitting down slowed down. At this time, the servant changed his posture again, his feet hooked the reins, and his whole body was standing diagonally on the horse's back, and with another punch, he smashed straight into Hu Yan's waist and abdomen.

Everyone has let out an exclamation, even if Hu Yan is such a quick-eyed veteran, at this moment, he has suddenly undergone a big change, it is too late to respond, roared angrily, punched in the abdomen, and fell off the horse like a kite.

"Shameless!"

"Hurry up and save Commander Hu!"

Countless people didn't care about Sven, and immediately cursed, and the prince smiled proudly, sat back on his horse, and walked away.

At this moment, Zhao Ji had already stood up, and the eyes behind the crown bead shot a trace of anger, presumptuous, too presumptuous, it was simply audacious, it was obviously a horse race, but the other party suddenly attacked!

Only Shen Ao was surprisingly calm at the moment, his eyes flashed, and he couldn't help but say, "This is yoga?" No, it's a little different, but that action just now is really similar. ”

You must know that when Hu Cong and Hu Yan galloped with all their might, they were half a foot apart, and Hu Cong suddenly made a strange movement, the muscles and bones of the whole body were actually an incredible twist, just hook the reins with their legs, and the whole body could concentrate on Hu Yan's sneak attack, such a skill, and the yoga of later generations are somewhat the same, but they are a little different.

If the guess is correct, this should be a variant of yoga, or some kind of martial art combined with yoga, from the beginning, the prince did not intend to play fairly, all of which should have been premeditated.

"Shameless, more shameless than Lao Tzu!" Shen Ao couldn't help but scold in his heart, although he was shameless, he always took care of face, and he was always ashamed, at least to find all kinds of reasons for himself; But Prince Surya's shamelessness, as if everything should be taken for granted, there is no need to cover it up at all, saying that horse racing, he can teach people to box.

At this moment, Na Hu Cong had already finished running around the Yuan River, ran back to the original point leisurely, got off his horse triumphantly, saluted Prince Surya, and stood behind the prince.

Prince Surya said with a smile: "In this game, the Nibora Kingdom has won. ”

"Hmph, sneak attack on Hu's command post, and dare to win? Sure enough, he is a barbarian, shameless and shameless. At this time, everyone was talking about it, and it was possible to make the ministers call him shameless and barbarian, this prince was cheap enough, his face had been torn anyway, and any friendship and etiquette were all lies.

Prince Surya laughed and saluted Zhao Ji in the distance: "Your Majesty the Emperor, did we say just now that as long as anyone can run from the beginning to the end, it will be considered a winner, right?" Why did Da Song regret it at this moment. ”

Several guards lifted Hu Yan up, Hu Yan was seriously injured, his face was as pale as paper, Zhao Ji personally walked over to visit, his face was gloomy and terrifying, but he ignored Prince Surya, and said loudly: "Pass the imperial doctor, quickly, help Hu Aiqing to recuperate." ”

When he turned around, Prince Surya continued: "Since the rules are set like this, why not if the warriors of Nibora accidentally touch the Great Song jockey halfway? The dignified Song Dynasty, since it claims to be a country of gentlemen, a state of the Heavenly Empire, why don't you dare not admit defeat? Could it be that Da Song can't afford to lose? ”

"Humph!" Zhao Ji snorted coldly, but still didn't speak.

Everyone knows that this first game is indeed lost; Although the Mubara people are shameless, they do not break the rules.

It's just that what is in front of Zhao Ji is the candidate for the second Marseille, Hu Yan has been seriously injured, so naturally he can't play again, as for the others, who else is better than Hu Yan? Even better, who can escape the strange way of the mud bharats.

In the silence, Shen Ao smiled and said to Yang Jian beside him: "Father-in-law Yang, under normal circumstances, what reward will there be for sharing worries for the king?" ”

"Reward?" Yang Jian was stunned for a moment, only then did he understand, and hurriedly said: "Shen Gongzi is going to race horses with the mud borrowers?" ”

Shen Ao sneered: "Look, everyone doesn't go up, and when the mud Bora people see it, don't they laugh at our Great Song Dynasty?" The students have no power to restrain the chicken, but they have a boiling blood of loyalty to the monarch and the country, how can they not come forward? ”

Yang Jian frowned slightly and said, "Shen Gongzi can also ride?" ”

Shen Ao said modestly: "It will be a little bit." ”

Shen Ao is a literati, and it is not easy to study horses, can riding also be very good?

Yang Jian said worriedly: "Then Shen Gongzi should be careful, the mud Borat people are very hateful." ”

Shen Ao said with a smile: "Actually, the students are still very afraid in their hearts, but if Your Majesty casually rewards the students with a BMW or something, the students will not be afraid of anything when they think of the teachings of the saints." ”

Oh, it turns out that this Shen Gongzi wants a horse, Yang Jian secretly laughed in his heart; Watching Shen Ao walk out casually, he said loudly: "This second horse race, let the students come." ”

Everyone was stunned, they all looked at Shen Ao, only to see Shen Ao's thin body, but at this moment it suddenly looked tall, just a few people still feel that this person is unstoppable, but at this moment, they feel that this kid is actually not too bad, you know, horse racing with the mud Borneo is not a joke, if it is attacked by them in the process of riding, it is definitely either dead or injured, at this time can take the initiative to ask for help, the courage is not small.

Shen Ao beside him saluted Zhao Ji in the distance and said: "Your Majesty, please allow the students to participate in the competition, the students are just a scholar, and the ability to ride a donkey is not bad, as for riding a horse, ......" shook his head and sighed: "The carriage students have sat many times, and their riding skills are exquisite, but they are only limited to riding donkeys, not horses, so let a scholar with the lowest riding skills in the Great Song Dynasty come to compare with the warriors of the Nibora Kingdom to see who has higher riding skills!" ”

Donkey Riding ...... Everyone was speechless, although this donkey riding and horse riding have the same riding word, but the difference is too big.

There are a few people who have a heart, but they seem to understand Shen Ao's words, which is called first suppressing and then raising, first saying that he can only ride a donkey, so that he will not be ashamed even if he loses. But if he wins, it proves that a scholar who rides a donkey in the Great Song Dynasty is even more powerful than the warriors around Prince Zhiboluo, this Shen Ao is really digging traps all the time, saying a word, maybe he will go around people in the next moment.

Zhao Ji saw Shen Ao's invitation, and his heart was full of mixed feelings for a while, and now he was so angry by this Prince Surya, he was already unhappy in his heart, and this horse race has a lot to do with it, if he loses, he will not only be laughed at, but also suffer huge losses, at this time, with the mentality of a dead horse as a live horse doctor, he said: "Shen Aiqing, be careful." ”

This sentence of advice is sincere, and even adds a little emotion to Zhao Ji.

Shen Ao smiled, first called a janissary, and whispered a few words to the janissaries, and the janissaries nodded again and again, but there was a little more weirdness in his expression.

asked someone to lead the angry horse, Shen Ao grabbed the horse's reins with one hand, stroked the horse's sideburns with the other, and then walked towards Prince Surya.

"Your Royal Highness the Prince, in the next game, will you still be the one who will play the game?"

Shen Ao's smile was extremely bright, and there was absolutely no trace of deliberateness and artificiality, looking at Prince Surya sincerely.

Prince Surya sneered, "So what? Shen Gongzi should be careful! ”

Shen Ao smiled calmly and said, "Please tell your servant to be careful and ride a donkey below...... Oh, and when you're not riding, you're going to do something insulting. But...... The students are looking forward to the third game, and it would be great if they could compete with His Royal Highness. ”

Prince Surya snorted coldly and said, "I think we still have to wait for Shen Gongzi to have the ability to defeat my Hu Cong before saying these words!" ”

Shen Ao and Wang Zihu turned over and got on their horses, they were ready, there were chamberlains singing loudly, and the two of them rushed out like arrows, Shen Ao rode a horse, but his equestrian skills were not vegetarian, and his strength was by no means under Hu Anger, plus the horse he sat on, how could it be comparable to the Arabian horse, although the Arabian horse breed was excellent, but where could it be compared to the pure blooded horse; In an instant, Shen Ao quickly left his opponent behind.

The cold wind blew on his face, bringing the slightest pain, and the long hair tied up fluttered in the wind, Shen Ao at this moment was surprisingly calm, and there was a buzzing wind in his ears, as if even the eardrum was about to be pierced.

"There's a kind of bastard you who will do it again! Let's see how Ben Gongzi cleans you up. Shen Ao scolded in his heart, but he didn't look back, his whole body was tense, the prince was obedient, he could launch a sneak attack at any time, and if he wasn't careful, he might be smashed off the horse.

Everyone held their breath, and suddenly, someone exclaimed, "Shen Gongzi be careful." This warning was because the opponent behind Shen Ao was repeating the old trick, still dealing with Hu Yan's movements, and his whole body began to twist at an incredible angle, especially the arm, which stretched forward and crossed the horse's head, and the movement was extremely strange.

A punch had already begun to smash into Shen Ao's heart, the cold wind was constantly blowing, and the fist was no longer more than a size away from Shen Ao's body.

The spectators became anxious, and some even turned their eyes away, not daring to look at the consequences of Shen Ao; It was Zhao Ji, his heart jumped to his throat at this moment, his face turned pale, and he roared: "If Shen Ao wants to have something, I would rather not have this diplomatic relationship, and ......."

The latter sentence couldn't be spoken, and everyone was stunned, because Shen Ao took out a stick out of nowhere in the palm of his hand, yes, it was a stick, only as thick as a thumb, black and swarthy, reflecting the color of snow, and it was obviously cast of pig iron.

"This stick is like the barrel of a gun of the forbidden army." The person who spoke was an official of the Ministry of Works, who was responsible for supervising the manufacture of equipment, and when he saw the thickness and length of the stick, he immediately recognized it.

There are various types of weapons in the forbidden army, among which there is a weapon called a short gun, the barrel of this gun is not wooden, but cast iron, although the body of the gun is short, but the weight is not light.

At the moment when everyone was in a trance, an angry roar came out: "Hmph! The turtle son doesn't study well, and the scholar sneaks up, steals Nima, steals! ”

As soon as this inexplicable roar fell, the sound of metal hitting the bones was heard, and it snapped...... Then came the faint sound of bones shattering.

Everyone looked at it again in fear, only to see that the iron rod hit the arm that reached out impartially, the prince screamed in pain, and hurriedly turned around and fell off the horse, the iron rod crossed the half arc in the air, but it was smashed down again, this time it was not the arm, but the shoulder socket of the servant.

Syllable...... Syllable...... The people present, who was not a great Confucian who had read the scriptures, again, it was also the chamberlain who was walking in the palace all the time, and when he heard the sound of the collision of metal and flesh and bones, and saw the murderous scene, they were all stunned.

I saw Wang Zihu fall from his horse, bruised, his face distorted, beads of sweat the size of beans kept falling, and it was obvious that there was more than one fracture on his body.

It was Shen Ao, but he looked back and smiled, making people forget his ferocity all of a sudden, riding the horse slowly, really riding a donkey leisurely, slowly circling around the Yuan River, returning to the original point, and said with a smile after falling off the horse: "Dare to ask His Royal Highness the Prince, who won this second game?" ”

Prince Surya was stunned at first, and then he almost wanted to tear Shen Ao apart!

As for Shen Ao's question, I don't know if Prince Surya hasn't reacted yet, or if he is too ruthless Shen Ao, but he can't answer it, according to the rules, Shen Ao is indeed the first to return to the finish line, but he actually brought an iron rod when he raced the horse...... However, this is only a small section, since you can beat each other in the process of horse racing, and bring an iron rod, what is the matter? This is what Prince Surya himself said, all he wants is the result, and Shen Ao will give him such a result.

Shen Ao smiled very happily and brightly, thinking in his heart, he still wanted to reason with this prince, but he wanted to move his fists, helplessly, since everyone who is a prince is so cheap, this son has to serve with a stick, what is this called? Give somebody a taste of his own medicine?