Rebirth of a Star General - Chapter 15

Chapter 15

The crying Young Master Zhao wiped away the tears with the back of his hand while cursing in a low voice. When he got off the horse, his legs became weak and he almost fell.

The young man hurriedly went over to hold him and said, “My son, are you okay, my son?”

Young Master Zhao kicked him, “Do you think I’m okay!”

“I was really scared to death just now.” He Yan said: “I am not good. If I hadn’t insisted on racing with the son, the son would not be frightened.” She apologized very sincerely, “I hope that the son will not Care about.”

Care about? What can he care about? The other party is his savior, how can he care? Young Master Zhao grinned reluctantly, sighing in his heart, and looking at the culprit mount who was still bowing his head and gnawing on the turf, he was furious and waved his hand: “This beast who eats inside and out almost hurt my young master, so he dragged it out and chopped it out! He must be unloaded to make horse meat jerky!”

He Yunsheng frowned slightly, and He Yan’s smile turned cold.

Horses, for a general, are not only mounts, but also comrades who live and die together. They can’t speak, but they will carry soldiers into battle. Can’t communicate, but will scream sadly after the owner’s death, and even go on a hunger strike.

They are loyal to their masters just as their masters love them.

The elder brother of the rich land had never experienced the cruelty of the battlefield, so he could not understand the friendship between man and war horse. People are divided into high and low, a beast, it is not worth hesitating about this, kill and kill, and care about other things.

“…This is a good horse,” it was He Sui who was speaking, and he counseled: “The son still thinks twice.”

“This is the young master’s horse.” Zhao Gongzi was feeling sad, and He Sui ran into him like this. He smirked, “Whatever I want?” He took a dagger from his waist and pulled it out. , Han Guangming, said: “Not only do I want to kill, I’m also killing here!”

The hilt of the dagger is inlaid with a ruby the size of a dove egg, and the scabbard is also made of gold, which is very gorgeous. Now the tip of the knife was aimed at the horse that was gnawing on the turf. The horse didn’t know that the owner had already murdered himself, and flung his tail in a leisurely manner.

The murderous in Zhao Gongzi’s eyes appeared, and he consciously thought of a good way. Since this horse frightened him and lost face, he slaughtered it here, first to vent his anger, and secondly, he appeared brave and saved some face.

He yelled at the young man: “Catch it for me!”

He Yan moved his palms slightly, and unconsciously climbed onto the iron head stick around his waist.

She can’t… can’t see the horse dying because of her. If you do it, there is no reason.

The horse was held down by several small servants, and the headed servant turned his head and shouted: “My son, my son, let’s hold it down! My son, let’s do it now!”

Young Master Zhao held the dagger in his hand, stepped forward, pointed it at the horse’s neck, and the knife was about to fall under the cold light——

“boom–”

With a crisp sound, as if gold stones collided, something fell on the ground, and He Yan quietly retracted his outstretched hand. But seeing that the dagger in Zhao Gongzi’s hand had fallen, Zhao Gongzi was holding his wrist, and yelled “Ohhhhhhhh”.

“Who? Who is it?” He jumped with pain, but didn’t forget to curse, “Who fucked me!”

“it’s me.”

Someone’s voice came from behind.

This sound… He Yan’s heart moved slightly and turned to look.

But seeing that they did not know when they came back behind them, they both rode on horseback. The teenager on the left is wearing a licorice-yellow round-neck and slanted robe. He wears such a striking color that is extremely agile. His lips are red and teeth are white, his smile is bright, and his pupils are also clear. It is a rare childish innocence, and he is full of spirits. Xiao Langjun.

And the young man on the right… He Yan’s eyes lit up.

In spring, the color of the willows is like new, the ice and snow melt, and in the spring of a city, some people divide the flowers and brush the willows and walk on the flowers.

The yellow-clothed boy was already very handsome, and his eyebrows were a bit more beautiful than him. The face is like a beautiful jade, the eyes are like stars, and the eyes are gentle in shape, but they rise slightly at the end of the eyes, like the shadow of autumn water, which is a sultry color, but because of the gaze, it looks cold and frosty.

He might as well jump off as a young man, with a silver crown on his head and green silk hanging down. Wearing a baicao frost-colored riding outfit, the placket is embroidered with exquisite Suzaku with gold thread, which is impressive. Zaoqing long boots, a crystal sword at the waist. White horse gold ji, Yingyingyu Li. Right now, his well-knotted right hand was playing with a dark green scented bag with a ding bang inside.

What a handsome and handsome Wuling noble son!

He Yan was admiring lowly in her heart, and suddenly felt something was wrong. She suddenly lowered her head in a flash of lightning, and the white gauze swayed slightly, covering her distracted gaze.

Only the flattering and fearful voice of Young Master Zhao sounded: “It turns out that it is Dudu Xiao… is rude.”

In He Yan’s mind, it suddenly appeared that many years ago, it was also such a spring day, Ying Yan dance, Yangliu swing courtyard, she raised her head ignorantly. Impatient, still can’t stop the heroic posture.

The spring is lazy and beautiful, he is like a beautiful picture, and the spring scenery of the city is dimmed.

Xiao Jue, Xiao Huaijin, her former rivals, former classmates, are also the prestigious captains of the Youjun, General Feng Yun.