Meng Yan rode the horse as if it were no first time. He squeezed his legs together, and the fiery horse galloped forward, while he maintained his balance on the horse's back, his body rising and falling with the horse's swaying, his movements very skillful.
Huo Jiaxi stared blankly, and after completing a lap, he felt even more admiration for Meng Yan.
"Brother Yan, you're amazing!" He was so excited he could barely hold onto the rope. "Did you used to ride horses often?"
Meng Yan smiled but did not answer.
"My sister said you were a boxer when you were in Biandu. Besides being good at boxing, you're also very good at horseback riding! Is there anything you can't do?"
“I’m not as good as your sister says,” Meng Yan said in a deep voice, then patted the horse. “It’s still a bit thin. Don’t feed it ordinary fodder.”
"Oh? Then what should we use?"
Meng Yan mentioned a name, which was a very specialized type of feed that Huo Jiaxi had never heard of.
"Brother Yan, I admire you more and more." He exclaimed, "You even know this?"
Meng Yan chuckled. Actually, this kind of feed was just not available in the central city. The horses of the Nanyang royal family were all fed this kind of feed.
"Hey, Yan-ge, what do you think of the video I took for you?" Huo Jiaxi took out his phone; he had recorded a video of Meng Yan riding a horse earlier.
"That's so cool!"
"Don't praise me like that," Meng Yan pursed her lips. "I'll get arrogant!"
“That’s for sure.” Huo Jiaxi laughed. “Brother Yan, you look really cool riding a horse. If we went back to ancient times, you would definitely be a general on the battlefield!”
However, Meng Yan's expression suddenly changed, and he looked gloomy.
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