"Me? I'm just a horse trainer."
The girl put her hands behind her back and held an iron rod. She shook it playfully and said in a relaxed tone.
"Yan Yan?" He Sui was startled and scolded her in a low voice, "What nonsense are you talking about?"
He Yan didn't look at He Sui. She just stared at Master Zhao and said, "Master, are you willing to do it?"
Young Master Zhao was a man who had tender feelings for the fairer sex. Although this young girl had a veil covering her face, he could tell that her appearance was not bad. Moreover, one would not slap a smiling face. Her voice was clear and melodious. Presumably, she was also a beauty. When a delicate beauty made a request, he would comply.
"Miss, you don't know. This horse has a strong temperament. If it gets hurt because of this, I'll be very upset." He reminded her with good intentions. He felt that he was a gentleman.
But just as he finished speaking, he heard the girl laugh. The next moment, he felt a blur in front of him. The red dress was like a lotus flower, bringing a fragrant wind. When he looked up again, He Yan was sitting upright on the horse's back, holding the reins.
The horse was originally pulled by He Sui. He Sui didn't expect that He Yan would suddenly get on the horse. He let go of the reins and the horse was startled. It suddenly neighed and jumped up.
"Yan Yan —" He Sui screamed. He Yunsheng was also startled.
He Yan didn't panic. She simply threw away the reins and grabbed the mane on the horse's neck. She held it tightly and didn't let the horse fall no matter how hard it struggled. She lowered her body and put her ear next to the horse's ear. She made a series of strange sounds.
Strangely, gradually, the horse stopped struggling. It retracted its front hooves and calmed down.
Everyone was surprised.
"Yan Yan, come down —" He Sui's heart was finally at ease. He hurriedly reached out to He Yan, "Don't fall."
He Yunsheng finally came to his senses. The boy bit his lips. His face was pale and his voice was trembling, "You … come down! Do you want to die? "
"Hahahaha," Young Master Zhao, who had been in a daze, suddenly laughed out loud, "I didn't expect this lady to be such an expert. Since that's the case, "he also mounted his horse," what's wrong with accompanying Miss? "
She was indeed very charming.
He Yan smiled faintly, "Then be careful, young master. I've said before that I'm a horse trainer." After saying this, she stretched out her hand and slapped the horse's butt, causing it to gallop away in a cloud of dust!
"He's not using a horse whip?" Young master Zhao mumbled. He then whipped his horse, "Let's go!"
The two horses kicked up a cloud of dust on the track, leaving behind a crowd of dumbfounded people.
He Sui slowly turned to look at He Yunsheng. He Yunsheng quickly explained, "Don't ask me. I don't know when she learned how to ride a horse!"
He Sui seemed to be in a dream.
He knew his own daughter best. She barely knew how to play the zither, chess, calligraphy and painting. She was outstanding in dressing and dressing. But when it came to riding a horse or swordsmanship, not to mention proficiency, it was already good enough that she didn't roll her eyes when she heard the name. He Yan liked those romantic and elegant young masters. She liked to drink tea, discuss poetry, and admire flowers under the moon. She stayed away from these uncouth things, afraid that they would hurt her delicate skin.
But her posture of mounting the horse was so practiced, as if she had done it thousands of times and was used to it. She was even better than him, her father. That wild horse was as obedient as a kitten under her hands. She didn't even use a whip? How did she do it?
He Sui looked at the figure on the track.
He Sui couldn't tame the wild horse, but He Yan was as agile as the wind. Her posture was graceful. Because it was not convenient to wear a long dress, she pulled the dress aside to reveal the trousers inside. But not only was it not rough, there was an indescribable sense of elegance.
Young master Zhao couldn't catch up with her.
Young master Zhao was a little annoyed.
He came to the school field to be in the limelight, not to lose face. He Sui made him very happy just now, but what was wrong with this girl? He couldn't lose to a woman, and this woman was riding a wild horse that hadn't been tamed. Did he want to be laughed at?
Absolutely impossible!
Suddenly, a competitive spirit grew in Young master Zhao's heart. He whipped the horse harder. The horse felt the pain and rushed forward. It was about to overtake He Yan.
Yes, that's it. Looking at He Yan's figure getting closer and closer, Young master Zhao couldn't help but feel proud. He learned to ride when he was seven years old. After so many years, how could he lose to a woman?
His horse finally overtook He Yan.
Young master Zhao laughed out loud. "Miss, you have to work harder!"
"Young master is so brave." He Yan's voice was a little surprised. "It's also the first time someone has caught up with me."
As she spoke, her fingers touched the swinging iron head stick at her waist. Young master Zhao's horse was in front, her horse was behind. Just like that, the iron head stick stabbed the horse's butt.
No one noticed this slight difference, except for the horse under Young master Zhao.
The horse was startled and suddenly staggered. Young master Zhao was caught off guard. His hand loosened, and the horse whip fell down. The next moment, the horse under him didn't listen to his command and rushed forward. Young master Zhao didn't know what to do. He tightened the reins, but it was useless.
"Stop, stop!" He screamed. He was dizzy on the horse's back.
A woman's anxious voice came from behind. "Young master Zhao? Young master Zhao, are you okay? "
"Save … save me!" Young master Zhao was so scared that his voice became sobbing. "Tell it to stop!"
He Yan frowned in the distance. "What happened? Why did I hear that Young master Zhao shouting for help? "
He Yan was shocked. At the end of the track, there were two horses running towards them. Young master Zhao's horse was in front, but he didn't have a whip in his hand. Instead, he was holding the reins tightly and crying. He Yan was anxiously calling from behind, but she was as steady as Mount Tai.
"Young master Zhao's horse seems to be startled." He Yan quickly went to the stable to get the horse. "I'll go help!"
"Young master … young master," the servant's face turned green. "Nothing must happen to you!"
Young master Zhao was wailing like a ghost and howling like a wolf on the horse. He Yan used one hand to pick her ear. So noisy.
Such an arrogant boy. If she didn't scare him to death, she wouldn't be called He Yan. In the past, there were many new recruits who thought they were better than others. In the end, they obediently accepted the reality. In this world, there was always someone better than you. As a person, it was better to keep a low profile.
When she was done admiring the scenery, she saw He Sui starting to lead his horse over from afar. Only then did He Yan slap the horse's butt again, causing it to stop. She flew off the horse, her movements like lightning, one hand holding the Iron Head Stick horizontally in front of Young Master Zhao's horse's neck. The horse was abruptly stopped in its tracks and stood up. He Yan pulled the reins and shouted. "Shhh — —"
The horse quieted down.
The wind blew, rolling up the white veil on her face. In a glimpse, the woman's face was revealed. It was only for a moment, but it was quickly covered by the white veil.
"Okay." She said to the man who was crying on the horse's back. "You can come down now, Young master Zhao."
"Woo woo — — woo woo — —"
Young master Zhao started to cry.