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"When riding fast, the calf knees and the inner thighs should firmly clamp the horse's belly, lean forward, keep the buttocks and saddle in touch, and hold the reins firmly!"

Yeluling was by Song Yi's side, preventing him from falling too quickly, while teaching him the skills of riding a horse.Song Yi studied hard and comprehended quickly. After running two laps, he basically mastered the skills Yeluling taught him, and gradually became familiar with the horse, and he was able to run faster and faster.

The horse under his crotch is also one of the best purebred horses on the Huheqin Grassland. There is not a single hair on it, and the white hair shines with a delicate luster like pearls, which is particularly attractive under the sun. It was eye-catching, even compared to Yeluling's horse.Song Yi knew in his heart that Yeluling had chosen it specially for him, and he must have put a lot of thought into it, so he liked this white horse even more.

"What are you thinking about?" Yeluling got his very beautiful bow from nowhere. The bow made of black walnut and green bamboo has smooth lines and can be opened and closed smoothly, but it is not very heavy to hold.The bowstring is as tight as cast iron, and it takes a certain amount of arm strength to pull it apart. The handshake is made of smooth buffalo horns, and a small word "Ling" is engraved on the inside in Mongolian, "This bow is mine. Use it first." Practice archery, if you like it, I will give it to you."

"Give it to me? Is this okay... I mean is it okay?"

"There's nothing wrong with it," Yeluling clamped the horse's belly, led the horse to Song Yi's position a little behind, and handed him the bow and arrow, "I'm yours now, so why don't you give me a bow."

Song Yi was also a little speechless for a while, but looked deeply into Yeluling's blue eyes, thousands of words turned into a soft sigh: "A Ling..."

"I'll teach you, just once, you have to be more careful."

Saying that, Yeluling supported Song Yi's shoulders, wrapped his arms around him from behind, passed his hands under his ribs, and supported his arms to adjust the best grip.The clear and shallow breath brushed against the side of the neck, and Yeluling's chest was pressed against the back. This was very difficult, especially for Song Yi to get up in a daze.

"The hand holding the bow body must be held firmly, and it must be steady. When setting the arrow and pulling the string, one should pay attention to dexterity, and the body should be straightened, and then..."

Yeluling held Song Yi's hand with some cold hands, and taught him how to shoot accurately, and then used the strength of the injury to shoot the arrow through the air very quickly with an inch of strength. Hit to kill" effect.

And that day, the one who saved his life was also such an arrow with a mighty force, which directly pierced through the wolf's skull and shot right through.

The arrow was aimed at a hare in the grass. When Yeluling pulled Song Yi to let go, he heard a whoosh, and then looked intently, the hare fell to the ground, its short legs flopped twice, and then it did not move. up.

"Well, remember...um..."

Before he finished speaking, two cool lips pressed over. Yeluling was unprepared for Song Yi. He changed from an active posture to being hugged by him, and his face was a little hot. He pushed Song Yi away, but looked at Song Yi. It reached the raised pillar between Song Yi's crotch.

Song Yi held Yeluling's hand instead, moved it down slowly, and said in a hoarse voice: "A Ling, help me."

How can this person be in love anytime, anywhere? ? ?Isn't this a friendly discussion on riding and shooting skills? ? ?

Ah Ling didn't understand, it was none of Ah Ling's business.

In the end, Yeluling compromised and helped Song Yi solve the problem with his hands.

In fact, there are not many skills in riding and archery, the most important thing is to practice, so Yeluling simply took Song Yi to run the horse on the grassland for a day. They were all bulging, and Song Yi also became more familiar with bows and arrows and horses during the day's running-in.

Yeluling took Song Yi to a small stream, took out two hares from the bag, and took out a small knife. He peeled the hares' skins in two or three strokes, took out the internal organs and washed them, and put them on the peeled rabbits. on sticks.His movements were swift, not a single drop of blood was splashed on his body.Song Yi, on the other hand, randomly picked up some branches nearby, lit a cluster of dancing flames and waited for Yeluling.

When Yeluling took out a small jar of salt from his bosom, Song Yi couldn't help asking him, "Why do you even carry this kind of thing with you?"

"Because if you are injured, there is no doctor around, or even strong alcohol, this thing can play a role in reducing inflammation, and barbecue anywhere, without salt, it will lose its taste. Isn't this killing two birds with one stone?" Yelu Ling He raised his right hand to show Song Yi, the scar on his hand from the tiger's mouth to the palm was very scary, it seemed that if he exerted more force, the whole palm would be split in two, "This is the scar that I, Aha, sent to kill me back then. At that time, I was in the wild at that time, and if I hadn’t happened to be carrying the bottle of salt noodles used as seasoning on my body, I might have only half of my hand left now.”

He flipped the rabbit in his hand while talking, as if he was talking about a trivial matter.Under the light of the fire, Yeluling's face was extraordinarily soft, as if the usually cold shell had been melted by the fire.But after being with this person for a long time, Song Yi can more or less understand the pain hidden in the depths of his eyes, so he walked over and gently wrapped his arms around his shoulders: "It's all over, don't hold back... now you With me."

Yeluling's blue eyes turned around, and there was a lake-like dampness inside.

For a moment, Song Yi thought he was crying, but he didn't.

Khan in the Huheqin Grassland has always shed blood but not tears—although Song Yi really wanted to tell Yeluling, in fact, in front of him, there is no need to cover up so hard, pretending not to care about everything, and shatter the pain forever Mixed with the tears that should have flowed, I swallowed in my stomach.

After drinking and eating, Song Yi was really exhausted after a day of tossing around, so he fell asleep with his head on Yeluling's lap.The evening wind is like a grate, combing the red and golden sunset softly and lightly. The fire that was just lit has not been extinguished, and there are a few eagle calls in the distance. Time seems to be passing by at this moment. Very slow.

Yeluling lowered his eyes, inserted his fingers into Song Yi's hair, and thought of something, the corners of his mouth curled up a little.

"Hmm...Third brother, don't touch me..." A vague murmur escaped from Song Yi's lips, "I miss my mother..."

Yeluling's hands froze, and the smile on the corner of his lips gradually cooled down.

He really had a fever just now, and even... even wanted to secretly kiss Song Yi's peach blossom eyes, which were extremely beautiful even when he was asleep.

Yeluling suddenly realized that maybe Song Yi didn't like this.

For a long time, he and Song Yi walked down by mistake, but never thought about what Song Yi was thinking.In fact, whoever changed, in a completely unfamiliar environment, faced with a forced marriage contract, would feel a little confused and disgusted.What is different from him is that Song Yi has a family who loves him very much, his parents are still alive, and it seems that he has an elder brother who treats him very well. It is not like him. Every elder brother hates him so much and tries every means to get him His life made his expectations for feelings gradually cool down, and finally he could hardly feel the feelings of the people around him.

Also...he was negligent.

I haven't asked A Yi if he wants to go back to the Central Plains.

Maybe Ah Yi dare not say it, or he doesn't know how to say it... Otherwise, how can he explain this yearning that he only dared to whisper in his dreams.

Perhaps what Song Yi needed the most was never Yeluling.