Chapter 687: The Horror at the Horse Farm
Nan Yan had ridden a horse before, but she was not a very good rider.
After all, a skilled rider needs a horse to practice on and a wide field to gallop on horseback, all of which she had almost none of.
So, when she was riding on the horse's back, she was very nervous. She held the reins tightly and squeezed the horse's belly, not daring to move at all, causing the horse under her to snort anxiously.
Monk said patiently, "Don't be too nervous."
“…”
“When you ride, you need to feel the rhythm of the horse.”
"Horses have rhythm too?"
“Of course,” he said with a smile, “a horse’s breathing, movements, every gallop, all have a rhythm.”
“…”
“If you can find the rhythm of it, you can become a great rider.”
When Nan Yan heard him say this, she tried to relax and feel the horse under her. Indeed, she could feel its strong muscles rising and falling with her breathing. When she stroked its slender neck, she could feel the full vitality contained beneath its fur.
Monk said, "Try it first. Let it walk for a while. Once it's familiar with the rhythm, try running it in a circle."
"good."
Nan Yan nodded and shook the reins in her hand, and the horse under her immediately raised its legs and moved forward.
Step by step, he walked at a steady and even pace.
Soon, Nan Yan found the rhythm that matched it.
Monk said, "Try to run."
Nan Yan took a deep breath, then gripped the reins tightly and shook them again: "Go!"
The horse under him was originally a fine horse. Upon hearing the order, it immediately spread out its four hooves and galloped forward.
Nan Yan was caught off guard and fell backward, but she immediately steadied herself, put her feet on the stirrups, leaned forward, and moved her body with every gallop of the horse.
Soon, the same rhythm was adopted.
She and the horse were almost in perfect harmony, and soon they were running a long distance around the field.
The wind, carrying the scent of grass, blows across my cheeks, bringing a refreshing feeling.
Nan Yan couldn't help laughing.
She hadn't laughed happily for a long time since she was kidnapped and brought to the Kingdom of Dang.
Monk was behind her, and when he saw her, he smiled and said, "Well, it's time for you to come back."
Nan Yan said loudly: "Okay!"
However, when she wanted to tighten the reins to stop the horse, she found that the horse shook its head uncontrollably, and not only did it not stop, but it sped up instead.
Nan Yan suddenly panicked.
As the horse sped up, she felt a bump on its back.
She tried harder to tighten the reins, but after a violent jolt, her foot slipped out of the stirrup.
"ah--!"
She let out a low cry of fear.
When riding a horse, if your feet cannot step on the stirrups, your whole body will feel like it is suspended in the air, and it will be difficult to maintain balance on the horse's back.
She fell back suddenly.
He held on to the reins tightly with both hands to avoid falling, but this seemed to anger the horse under him. It let out a long, excited neigh and broke into a gallop.
"No!"
Nan Yan panicked, her body swaying back and forth on the horse's back. Even holding the reins tightly, she couldn't keep her balance. She anxiously hugged the horse's neck.
"Nan Yan!"
At this time, Monk also realized that something was wrong with her.
As soon as he saw her hugging the horse's neck, Monk immediately jumped on the horse and galloped towards her.
The horse under Nan Yan was running faster and faster, and kept shaking its head, almost making her fall off several times. Nan Yan listened to the wind whistling past her ears, and she was so scared that she closed her eyes.
Just then, she heard the sound of hurried horse hooves behind her.
"Nan Yan!"
Monk's voice came in the wind. Nan Yan looked back and saw him riding a horse to catch up with her.
Nan Yan was so scared that she yelled, "Monk, help me!"
"Don't panic!"
As Monk spoke, he waved the whip in his hand vigorously. His horse also ran very fast. In an instant, it was parallel to Nan Yan's horse.
Monk held his reins in one hand and tried to grab her with the other.
But, it's out of reach.
In order to prevent the two horses from colliding, there was still a safe distance between them. One person's arm was simply unable to reach across.
Nan Yan was so frightened that her face turned pale.
At this time, Monk frowned, and while trying to ride his horse parallel to her, he said, "Nan Yan, give me your reins!"
"What?"
"Give me your reins! I'll help you control this horse!"
Nan Yan suddenly panicked.
She was now holding the horse's neck tightly with both hands to barely avoid being thrown off. If she handed him the reins with one hand, she would probably be thrown off before he could take it.
As he was hesitating, Monk said, "Hurry up, or it will be too late!"
Seeing him looking ahead with a hint of fear in his eyes, Nan Yan looked up and found that there was a ditch in front of her.
Oh no!
Thinking of this, she gritted her teeth, put one hand tightly around the horse's neck, and with the other hand she groped for the reins and tentatively handed it to Monk.
The first time, their hands almost brushed against each other.
Nan Yan was almost shaken down.
"ah!"
She screamed in fright.
Monk said: "Don't be impatient, take your time!"
Nan Yan gritted her teeth, turned her head to look at the hand he extended, leaned over as far as she could, and stuffed the reins into his hand.
Monk grabbed the reins and pulled back hard.
The horse under Nan Yan let out a long neigh.
Almost stood up.
Nan Yan only felt that she was falling over and almost fell down. She could only use all her strength to hold the horse's neck tightly.
The horse was angry and uncomfortable, shaking its head and struggling desperately, but Monk held the reins tightly and refused to let go even a little.
It became a stalemate between one man and one horse.
After a long time, the horse finally calmed down.
Monk breathed a sigh of relief and looked up at Nan Yan, who was hugging the horse's neck tightly with her eyes closed. "Are you okay?"
Feeling safe, Nan Yan finally opened her eyes.
"Are you okay?"
In front of me is Munch's smiling face.
He nodded at her: "It's okay."
Nan Yan felt a cold sweat all over her body, and the wind blew over at this time, making her feel cold to the bone.
She had just shivered when the guards behind her rushed over on horseback and hurriedly helped them both off their horses.
Meng Ke looked at Nan Yan, who was still frightened, and asked, "Are you okay?"
Nan Yan said, "I should be the one asking you this."
She looked at Monk's hand, which was so tightly gripped by the reins that the skin was torn and blood was flowing.
His sleeves were all dyed red!
The guards around were also terrified: "Your Majesty!"
Monk smiled faintly: "It's just a superficial wound, it's okay."
As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly fell down limply.
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