Approaching the end of the year, most of the cities are extremely lively, the streets are full of people, and all kinds of vendors are full.

Zhao Yu sat in the carriage, heard the lively sound outside, and couldn't hold it anymore, so he lifted the curtain and stared out wide-eyed. On weekdays, he is confined to his home, even when he goes out, he is led by adults, or follows his father to various poetry meetings, or follows his aunt to the temple to worship Buddha, and rarely has the opportunity to taste the atmosphere of the city. At this time, everything you see feels fresh and relish.

The streets are mostly Mongolians and Semu people, or riding high-headed horses, or calling friends, and crossing the street publicly, there are no taboos. There were a few Han Min, but most of them were ragged, and they slipped over quickly like rats. Or when they encounter Mongolian nobles, they are often beaten and scolded, the horsewhip whips up pieces of dust, the cry of mercy is deaf, and the screams cause bursts of laughter.

After only looking at it for half a moment, the excitement in Zhao Yu's heart completely cooled down. He has lived under the protection of his father's wing since he was a child, and even if he hears about some things about the abuse of Han Chinese by Mongolians, he always takes it as a story, and it is difficult to have a deep understanding. It wasn't until he saw it with his own eyes that he realized that these things were incomparably more real and 10,000 times more miserable, and they were staged on the streets of Dadu and in the territory of Dayuan every day!

Zhao Yu's hands and feet were cold, but his heart was even colder, and his arms trembled and he put it down, wanting to use the curtain to isolate the miserable world outside the carriage. However, the screams, begs for mercy, and wails were endless, and even if you closed your eyes, you could see Hermes-Epitek's numb and sad expression!

When he arrived at the Ruyang Palace, Zhao Yu's emotions gradually eased, and although his tense face was still a child, his eyes already reflected the solemnity that only adults can have.

King Chahan Timur of Ruyang is a real clan nobleman, far from being comparable to the Zhao family's futures. His mansion was extremely magnificent, and at a glance, most of the square was surrounded by the high walls of the palace!

Entering the palace from the side door, the eyes were filled with splendid buildings, but Zhao Yu's mind was still immersed in the feeling of Fang Cai, so he turned a blind eye to it, and only followed the servant and walked to the depths of the palace.

After passing through most of the palace, after turning a rockery, there was a racecourse that was not big or small!

Zhao Yu came to the sidelines before he stood still when a gust of wind hit him, he was startled, and quickly retreated, only to see a foal rushing over from the side, and immediately sat a heroic young man with a flying figure, about the age of a teenager.

The young man grabbed the reins of the horse, turned to look at Zhao Yu, and shouted, "Where are you from?

Zhao Yu was annoyed that he was rude, rolled his eyes, and ignored him.

The young man raised his eyebrows, drove his horse forward a few minutes, raised his horsewhip and was about to draw it, but he heard a coquettish voice in the distance: "Bao Bao don't be rude, he is a guest I invited!"

Before the words fell, a chestnut pony came to her, and the girl on the horse was wearing riding clothes, riding boots, her hair was broken and knotted into braids, and she was tied up with a silver forehead, which was the little county lord of Ruyang Wangfu who had ascended to Zhao Mansion a few months ago.

"It turned out to be a guest of the sister, if you don't answer me, don't blame me for treating you recklessly just now!" The young man who was called Baobao said to Zhao Yu, and then looked at the little county lord and asked: "Minmin, this young man's eyes are tight, when did you meet him as a friend?"

The little county lord came over, looked at Zhao Yu, and then looked at his brother and replied, "Have you forgotten that a few months ago, my father sent the two of us to worship Lord Zhao as a teacher? He is the youngest son of Lord Zhao, named Zhao Yu." ”

"What? You say he is the son of that arrogant barbarian!" When the young man heard this, he raised his horsewhip again, and said angrily: "Boy, you old man arrogantly despise my Ruyang Palace. When you come to my house today, I must not let you have a good time!"

"Baobao! You don't listen to me again, I just said that he is my friend! You go and play by yourself, don't come and get in our way!"

The voice of the little county lord was as green as a yellow bird, but the young man was very obedient when he heard it, he laughed, glared at Zhao Yu and said to the little county lord: "Sister, don't be angry, since he is your friend, I will let him go." I'll go not far away, and if he disobeys you later, you will shout, and I will fly and trample him into meat sauce!"

Zhao Yu wanted to strengthen his temper, pointed at the young man and shouted: "If you want to step me into meat sauce, I will also make you into a skewer!"

The young man still wanted to argue, but when he saw the girl glaring at him again, he laughed and turned his horse away.

"My brother is reckless, but his temperament is not bad, don't mind. The little county lord turned over and dismounted, and his movements were extremely skillful.

"What are you asking me to do?" was stirred by the young man, Zhao Yu's mood was even worse, and Yi Xing Shan crushed the withered grass roots on the ground with his toes.

The little county lord laughed as cheerfully as a silver bell, stared at the black beads and said, "Have you read the invitation I sent?"

Zhao Yu took out the invitation in his hand and said, "To be honest, the progress is indeed great, much worse than me." ”

"You, don't care about people's faces?" the little county lord said angrily, and then said: "Forget it, I know the truth, it doesn't matter if you say it or not." The last time I went home, I really practiced hard for a while, but I didn't show any signs of improvement since a month ago. Writing this post, I still picked the most pleasing one among the hundreds and sent it over, and it is impossible to do it better. ”

When Zhao Yu heard the hidden secret, he realized that this little girl's desire to win was even more than she imagined. He has been reading and reasoning since he was a child, although he can't do the realm of the outer king and the inner saint, it does not prevent him from teaching others: "It's not good for you to fight bravely like this, everyone has what they are good at, and there is no reason to do the best in everything." ”

"Hey, you kid, it's a little old to talk and be a bit of a flirtat! If you are willing to be the queen of everything, how can you do anything!" The little county lord scoffed at Zhao Yu's words.

Zhao Yu also smiled, pointed to the little county lord and said, "You don't understand what I mean, I won't blame you." I might as well make it clear to you that it was your mistake to make me a goal, and you are destined to lose hope of surpassing me in this life!"

"Good boy, what arrogance!"

The little county lord suddenly said angrily, his eyes turned and he smiled again: "I told you last time, you are better than me in calligraphy, and you are not considered your own skills. Your grandfather and grandmother, your father and brother, are all well-known scholars, and it can be said that only when you go into battle can you beat me in the battle, what kind of face do you have to be proud of! Only by surpassing me in the skills of the side can you be regarded as your own real ability!"

She clapped her hands, and a servant led a horse and walked quickly. The little county lord pointed to the horse, nodded to Zhao Yu, and said, "Do you dare to compete in riding?" I don't believe you can beat me!"

Zhao Yu looked at the horse, which was twice as big as the chestnut foal that the little county lord was riding. And others are small and short, and have never practiced riding, how can they control it!

just looked at the little girl's smug face, as if to say, "I know you don't dare to agree." He turned his heart across and said loudly: "Compare and compare, I can't convince you of a little woman, what kind of husband is it!"

"Hey, it's a hairy baby!"

Ignoring the taunt of the little county lord, Zhao Yu tightened his face and cautiously leaned towards the horse. He was only eight years old, and although he was fitter than his peers by practicing the Qi cultivation method, he had to stand on tiptoe to reach the horse's head due to his age. It's just that the horse was very docile in the hands of the servant, and as soon as Zhao Yu approached, he suddenly stood up and kicked up. Caught off guard, Zhao Yu was almost kicked by the horse's hooves, and hurriedly pulled back, his little face was already white with horror.

"Can it be done?"

The little county lord had already turned over her little foal, turned his head and saw Zhao Yu's timid appearance, and said sarcastically: "Don't force it if you don't achieve it, so as not to lose your life in vain." You southerners are not good at riding, so you should have lost the country and the mountains under the front of my Mongolian iron cavalry!"

Hearing this, Zhao Yu's heart seemed to pour a scoop of cold water into boiling oil, and it boiled at the moment. He raised his eyes and glanced coldly at the little county lord.

The little county lord was smiling, and suddenly saw Zhao Yu's cold eyes, she couldn't help but shiver, lowered her head and said: What a terrible look! After a while, she felt that she was a little embarrassed and weak, and raised her head to get back to the scene, but saw that Zhao Yu had already jumped on horseback. It's just that the horse is too disrespectful, and Zhao Yuren has short calves, and he can't step on the stirrups when he straddles the soles of the saddle, so he can only wrap his hands around the horse's neck, but he is in danger of falling down at any time.

Seeing that his situation was in crisis, the little county lord opened his mouth and wanted to call someone to help, but in a blink of an eye, he thought of Fang Cai's terrible eyes, and said angrily in his heart: Fang Cai is so vicious, I don't want to call someone to help you, I want you to suffer a lot!

This great horse is not completely tamed, and is usually docile, but when someone wants to ride it, it goes berserk. It was the little county lord who was selected to deliberately embarrass Zhao Yu, and at this time, he hoped that he would make a big ugly appearance in front of him to avenge Fang Cai's revenge. However, she didn't want Zhao Yu to have any accidents, so she waved her hand to summon two healthy servants, and when Zhao Yu fell, one shot to control the horse, and the other shot to save people.

Zhao Yu tightly clamped the horse's neck, only to feel that the clouds were like a mist, and his internal organs were churning, but the little county lord had been sneering in his mind, "You southerners". At this time, he had nothing to think about, only to subdue the horse, so that no one could really laugh in front of him.

It's just that this horsepower is infinite, and it is completely crazy, and it can't be controlled at all. On the contrary, he himself was thrown off his horse several times, and he struggled down again with a fierce force in his chest. When the horse's movements slowed down a little, Zhao Yu gritted his teeth, exerted force from his waist and eyes, and gathered all his strength on his arm, swung his fist hard, slammed it on the horse's neck, and shouted: "The evil animal will go crazy!"

How much can a child's fist weigh?

However, this punch seems to contain a huge amount of power, and the moment the fist is swung, Zhao Yu only feels that all the strength that has been accumulated for a long time has a catharsis, and a brain surges out, especially in the dantian, which is empty with this punch!

The seemingly ridiculous punch directly tilted the horse's body, and it staggered diagonally for several feet before standing still. It's just that the big Wanliang horse shook his head as if he was drunk, how could there be a trace of madness!

When the little county lord saw this scene, his eyes suddenly widened in surprise, and even the horsewhip fell to the ground: "This kid......! He ......"

With this punch, Zhao Yu's head became groggy, and he didn't have the heart to care about the consequences of Fang Cai's punch. Withstanding his weariness, he tightened his grip on the reins, and paced his horse for a moment, following the example of the little lord. The steed was like an arm, very deferential, and there was no trace of madness.

At this time, Zhao Yu put his mind at ease, walked to the little county lord, looked at her and said, "Come on, there will be no victory!"

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