Multiple crimes

Clutching Yuan Ziyou's shoulder with one hand and pulling it back, quickly grabbing the rein with the other, Er Zhurong embraced his whole body in front of his chest, and then grabbed the rein with the other hand and tightened it violently.

Before Yuan Ziyou could catch his breath, he was pushed back by the frightened horse again, and pressed against Er Zhurong's chest.

Probably because of bearing the weight of an extra person and being restrained, the horse jolted more than before, and kept raising its front hooves.At first, Yuan Ziyou was very worried that the two of them would be thrown off the horse together, but after a while, he found that the person behind him seemed to be nailed to the horse's back, no matter how much he tossed and tossed, he did not move at all, so he relaxed, and fell backwards like losing his strength. Lean all the weight of your body on Er Zhurong.

Through the fabric, Yuan Ziyou could feel the tight muscles in the latter's waist and abdomen, moving back and forth with the bumps of the horse's body, hitting his back one after another.Looking along his arm, the forearm exposed from the cuff and the whole wrist are bruised, which looks particularly abrupt against the white skin.

The horse's movements seemed to ease slightly.Yuan Ziyou felt some warm liquid from the side of his face slowly trickling down his hair, and melted away again, wet the corner of his mouth.I stuck out the tip of my tongue and licked it—it was salty, it was sweat.

Looking sideways at Er Zhurong, he saw his brows were tightly furrowed, his face was flushed, and sweat dripped from his hairline, covering his whole side face with his hair.His lips opened and closed and he was gasping for breath, obviously exhausting a lot of energy.

Yuan Ziyou suddenly felt sorry for him at this time, and he struggled to prop up his body to reduce the weight on him, but Er Zhurong's low voice came from his ear: "Sit still!" The voice was so cold that he couldn't hear it. What emotions.

While speaking, the hot air from his mouth brushed against Yuan Ziyou's ears. The latter trembled and wanted to stretch out his hands to scratch, but remembering Er Zhurong's words, he put down his hands, and just tilted his head and rubbed gently on his shoulders.

It took another two or three minutes for the horses to calm down completely.But Er Zhurong didn't relax, he galloped and pulled the rein tightly, and urged the horse to walk slowly three or two laps, seeing that it didn't show any signs of going crazy, he lowered his arms and let out a sigh of relief.

Slightly panting for a while, he lowered his head and leaned close to Yuan Ziyou's ear and said, "I don't know how to shoot arrows, so to put it bluntly, why are you holding on? I won't laugh at you." While speaking, one corner of his mouth was slightly raised It was full of sarcasm, but the voice was soft and slow, as if it was comforting.

Yuan Ziyou limply leaned against Er Zhurong's chest and did not move, half-closed his eyes and replied earnestly: "I can shoot arrows, but I can only shoot while standing, not riding a horse."

"How can there be a reason why you can only stand up and shoot, and you won't be laughed at if you tell it? If you go to the battlefield one day, don't you have to find someone like you to compete alone?"

Yuan Ziyou listened very disapprovingly, thinking that if you want to go to the battlefield, you will go, so what does it matter to me?

"Are you [-] years old this year? Ten years ago, I was not as old as you when I led troops to fight for the first time!" Er Zhurong said while holding his hand holding the bow and slowly raised it, the other The hand drew an arrow from behind and put it on the bowstring. "I'll teach you. Come, take the arrow and sit up."

Seeing that he could control the horse without holding the rein, Yuan Ziyou admired him very much, and at the same time felt that the feeling of his hands being clenched was very strange.The opponent's hand was warm and dry, the palm was not considered wide, but the knuckles were slender and soft, bent just enough to wrap the entire back of his hand.

It was such a pair of hands, but it seemed to contain infinite power, which rescued him from danger.

When the horse was about to get close to the target, Er Zhurong pulled Yuan Ziyou's arm to aim in the direction, and at the same time, exerted all his strength with his right hand, and slowly drew the bow.

Yuan Ziyou's hands hurt from being held by him, but he didn't dare to move them. While he was playing with him, he focused his attention on his body.The horse ran faster and faster, and the seat was shaking violently, so don't be careful!

Just when the bow was pulled to the limit, as if it would break at the touch of a finger, a low voice came from the ear: "Let go!"

Yuan Ziyou stretched out his five fingers as he said, and let go almost at the same time as Er Zhurong.The bowstring rebounded suddenly, and the arrow shot out with a thunderous force.

Yuan Ziyou felt a blur in front of his eyes, and then there was a "poof" not far away, knowing that he had hit the target.

He raised his right hand to his mouth, and blew air on his fingertips one by one—the moment the arrow shot out just now, the bowstring vibrated violently, and his fingertips were so painful that they were still slightly numb.

He didn't care how many rings the arrow hit, anyway, no matter how accurate it was, he didn't shoot it.However, if Er Zhurong is keen on this and insists on teaching him riding and archery, Yuan Ziyou is still very happy to show great enthusiasm in this regard.

"I'm not good at riding horses, just practice more. If Your Majesty is interested, I'm willing to accompany you at any time."

"That's what you said. If I really come next time, don't send someone to stop me!"

"How could it be? Who dares to stop Your Majesty?"

"You dare. There are big banquets held every three days, but no post is sent to me. It is obvious that I am not welcome!"

Er Zhurong was taken aback when he heard this.He really forgot to invite Yuan Ziyou, he didn't even think about it.What does the gathering of brothers in your own army have to do with the emperor?

Yuan Ziyou snorted coldly, leaned back to Er Zhurong's chest, and continued: "Seeing that I was in danger, I was indifferent, and I waited until the last moment to make a move, which made me lose face in front of so many people. You are looking at me Is it a joke?!"

Er Zhurong frowned, thinking that he was messing around and picking on things deliberately, so he stopped answering.When the two returned to the table, he stretched out his right hand to press Yuan Ziyou's shoulder and pushed it forward, turning over and dismounting without a word.

Yuan Tianmu had already been waiting at the side, and when he saw Er Zhurong dismounted from his horse, he hurried up to greet him.Just now he witnessed the commotion from a distance, but he didn't know what was going on, so he was very puzzled.

As soon as he looked up and saw the wound on the horse, he hugged the horse's neck with an exclamation, and gently stroked the skin around the wound with his other hand, breathing in distressedly.

Turning his head to look at the culprit, he said angrily, "Why are you hurting my horse?" His eyes widened.

Yuan Ziyou just got down from the horse with a bad face, and did not answer when he heard Yuan Tianmu's question.The previous conversation made him feel very bad, and Er Zhu Rong's self-talking push when he got off the horse made him feel even more offended.

"What kind of enmity does my horse have with you? Why did you hurt her? Are you out of your mind?"

Yuan Ziyou glanced at him and said coldly, "It's disobedient and wants to throw me to death."

After hearing this, Yuan Tianmu became even more furious: "Who can I blame for my incompetence? My horse has a good temper. If you don't hurt her, how can she be disobedient?"

Er Zhurong got a headache when he heard the quarrel between the two, so he suppressed his impatience and said: "Master Yuan kindly lent you a horse, you shouldn't be so nonsense. Apologize to him."

"Apologize?! You want me to apologize?" Yuan Ziyou suddenly turned around and stared at Er Zhurong, his eyes seemed to burst into flames: "I am not as good as a horse in your eyes?!" After finishing speaking, he Panting hard, one mouthful after another, as if exhausted.

More and more soldiers and ministers gathered behind the three of them, discussing one after another.At this time Yuan Ziyou suddenly turned around, and everyone stopped talking.

Scanning the crowd expressionlessly, he growled, "What are you looking at? Get out!" Before he finished speaking, he pushed himself out of the way without waiting for anyone to really get out of the way. He walked out of the gate of the general's mansion gloomyly.

"What kind of person is this? It's completely unreasonable! Brother, what did you do to save him just now? He should have just let him fall to his death like this!"

"The new king, who was chosen by thousands of people, has only been on the throne for more than a month. He fell off his horse and died when he was riding a horse. Wouldn't it be a joke to tell it?"

"It's true. Oh, it's just my daughter who is suffering. Good boy, go back and give you medicine... Brother, look, this attack is too ruthless!"

Yuan Tianmu has always loved horses like his life, and he dotes on this mount that has been with him all year round. He named it "Girl" and treated her like his own daughter.

Seeing him holding a horse's head and talking to himself, Er Zhurong couldn't help laughing as if his heart ached as if he had hurt himself.Raising his arm and stroking the horse's mane, he softly comforted: "Don't be as knowledgeable as him."

Yuan Tianmu knew who "he" was referring to.

"Brother, why did you find such a lunatic!"

"Crazy?" Er Zhurong raised his head and looked in the direction Yuan Ziyou left, raising his eyebrows as if to remember.

After a long time, he snorted coldly and said, "I think he must be a fool!"