When the Sand Sculptures penetrated the crematorium literature [Quick Transmigration]

With a pointed chin, he wrapped himself up like a fat fox.

The emperor's Chengyu walked in the middle of the team, which was particularly eye-catching. He Heng rode a horse and ran around here, and when he came back, he saw the curtain of the sedan chair was lifted, and a furry man was exposed in the window. His head was constantly looking around.

Looking at the way the other party was poking his head, He Heng realized that the little emperor couldn't bear to be lonely anymore.

Wen Liangyu was not very old in the first place, just passed the weak crown, which is the age when young people are the most active. Even though he always puts on the emperor's airs on weekdays, no matter how young and mature he looks, there is always a childishness in his bones.

However, He Heng noticed that the moment Wen Liangyu met his gaze, a flustered expression flashed across Wen Liangyu's face, as if he had seen some monster that could eat people, and his ears turned red with fright, "Shua!" Immediately, the curtain was drawn shut.

Seeing this, he couldn't help curling the corner of his mouth again.

As they continued to move forward, the vision in front of them gradually widened, and many fences made of strings and poles appeared on the horizon. From time to time, figures of hares and foxes ran by, and eagles soared in the sky, which symbolized the formality of the team. Into the hunting grounds.

The accompanying ministers and many civil servants chose to watch from the side of the hunting ground, and as the regent, He Heng naturally wanted to set an example for them and show off his skills in this autumn hunting, so he rode into the hunting ground first on horseback.

Thanks to the help of the system, He Heng naturally inherited all the skills of the original owner, including horse riding.

As the most valiant elite who commanded the Great Wei—the general of the Huben Army, He Heng's riding skills can't be said to be unmatched, but he is definitely one of the best in a hundred.

In just one cup of tea, he distanced himself from the people behind him.

Asakusa did not pass the horse's hooves, amidst the neighing of the steed, He Heng rode his horse ahead of the crowd.

In the distance are the rolling mountains. The strong wind blows through the hair on He Heng's temples, and also shakes the hem of his red clothes.

The black girdle and wristband further enhanced his outstanding figure. He Heng looked like a high-spirited young general rather than a regent who lived in the court and had a deep palace.

At this moment, a rabbit figure suddenly appeared in the dark blue grass beside it, and it stared at the surrounding environment with round eyes vigilantly.

When He Heng saw the fluffy rabbit for the first moment, what he thought in his mind was that this rabbit looked somewhat similar to the always fierce little emperor.

If that's the case, why don't you beat this rabbit back, the little emperor will definitely like it.

Thinking of this, he immediately bent his bow and set his arrows at the rabbit,

"Shut up!"

But at this moment, the steed suddenly neighed untimely, startling the rabbit in the grass,

Like a frightened bird, the rabbit jumped on its four legs and ran away without a trace.

But He Heng was not reconciled, and thought that he must bring back the rabbit that looked like a little emperor, so he rode his horse and galloped after the rabbit with a rope.

His mount is worthy of being a thousand-mile horse, and it didn't take long for him to catch up with the rabbit.

Seeing that the distance between the rabbit and the rabbit was getting closer, a wooden stake suddenly appeared in front of the rabbit to block its way. He immediately stood up and aimed at the rabbit in front of him.

However, the moment he pulled down the bowstring, the steed suddenly tripped over a stone on the road ahead, and raised its front hooves as if startled on the spot.

If He Heng was sitting on horseback at this time, it would be fine.

But as the Chosen One, at this moment, he was standing on horseback.

So this time, the horse threw him out directly.

But fortunately, at this critical juncture, He Heng reacted quickly. He quickly grabbed the rein with one hand, then used his long legs to hook, and pressed the back of his foot against the horse's belly.

So the situation becomes,

He was jolted off by the horse, but not quite.

So He Heng is now in a precarious state where he is hanging upside down on the horse's back, and the edge of his long hair can touch the ground at any time.

But at this moment, the steed suddenly started to run wildly, and directly carried He Heng to the fence of the hunting ground, and ran along the railing under the watchful eyes of all the ministers.

The ministers were stunned when they saw his strange posture, while Xie Chong, He Heng's personal bodyguard, stood at the forefront of the crowd. When he saw He Heng's strange shooting posture, he was surprised at first. He opened his mouth wide.

Then he changed his mind and suddenly realized it like a sudden enlightenment!

This must be a special riding and shooting posture created by He Hengxin.

Thinking of this, Xie Chong immediately blew a whistle to the people in the hunting ground, "Master He, great technique! Hanging upside down on the horse's back and riding and shooting, who can do it in the entire Wei Dynasty?"

The next moment, people imitated Xie Chong's actions, and there was a deafening applause. Some even stood up and applauded He Heng in public.

"Wonderful! Wonderful!"

"Master He is performing a stunt for us."

"Okay!" Someone rushed to the front row of the hunting ground and clapped their hands vigorously.

"This skill is very good! How about naming it 'Fuchsia'?"

After he finished speaking, someone immediately echoed, "Wonderful! Brother Zihuan is right!"

At this time, He Heng was hanging upside down on the back of a galloping horse like a wild horse, he felt the world spinning for a while, the blood rushed straight to the top of his head, and his heart, liver and lungs were about to be knocked out.

At this moment, the world lost its color, leaving only a mosaic.

Amidst the deafening applause of the crowd, he uttered a feeble cry:

Grass, who the hell came to save me.