Chapter 37 Horsemanship Competition
Lin Qingyu poked his chin and nodded, "Well, not bad, not bad! Quite smart, but, what are you yelling about?"
Zhang Zeyu took Lin Qingyu's arm and shook it: "Master, Master, please teach me again. You are so kind. Unlike my father, he scolds me when I don't know how to do it, and he never praises me even when I do..."
This little fool is a little pitiful. Forget it, teach him again. Lin Qingyu continued: "Every horse has its own temperament. Before riding, you can feed the horse some grass like Qingcheng did, or stroke it to let it get familiar with you..."
Zhang Zeyu listened very carefully. Apart from his father's words, he regarded everyone else's words as imperial decrees and nodded his head like crazy.
"Oh, there are some tricks to riding a horse," Li Yi sat on the grass beach, expressionless on his face, pulling the tender grass one by one, doing something that was inconsistent with his image.
When people go out together, they should be happy together. No one should feel embarrassed or left out. Seeing that his little apprentice was riding happily, Lin Qingyu walked over to Li Yi.
"Does the Marquis want to compete again?"
The dark robe had no sense of boundaries like its owner, and it was folded on his hem. Li Yi threw away the tender grass in his hand and replied lightly, "No need."
Lin Qingyu didn't care about being rejected. He just smiled and asked again: "How about changing the way of playing? How about the horse skills? I will compete with the Marquis, and let Master Zhang be the referee."
"Well," Li Yi thought that he just didn't want to embarrass the man in front of him, so he gave him some face, stood up, brushed off the grass on his body,
Lin Qingyu shouted to Zhang Zeyu to come over. Zhang Zeyu loved to play and watch. At this time, he felt that he was entrusted with an important task when he was asked to be the referee. He stood there with a serious face, looking quite serious.
"My Lord, let's get started!"
"Um!"
The two looked at each other, then jumped on their horses and began the competition. Li Yi first performed a basic movement, supporting himself with one hand, with his body suspended in the air, as if floating in the air.
Zhang Zeyu clapped his hands and shouted "OK!"
Lin Qingyu looked at him and was not willing to be outdone. He pushed the horse with both hands, spun his body in the air and then sat firmly on the horse.
"Master is amazing! Wonderful!"
Li Yi felt that if he continued to be humble, Lin Qingyu would look down on him. He slapped the horse's butt hard, and turned around while the horse was running fast, his body falling with the horse's bumps.
Zhang Zeyu immediately shouted again: "My Lord is awesome!"
If Lin Qingyu wants to step down, he shouldn't let this unreasonable person be the referee. Isn't he a fence-sitter?
"Have you... figured out who's better?"
Zhang Zeyu touched his nose with a guilty conscience: "...well...they are all pretty impressive."
At this time, Xie Jingyu and Wei Qingcheng also came over with their horses.
"Let me be your referee. Your Majesty, you can compete with them. I have never seen a prince race horses."
As Wei Qingcheng spoke, she looked at Xie Jingyu with admiration, which made Li Yi and Lin Qingyu shiver. Only Zhang Zeyu, the fool, didn't understand. He grinned and said, "Yes, Qingcheng should be the judge. He is very good at appreciating these things, and Qingcheng is also very fair!"
Xie Jingyu touched his head, took off his own cloak and put it on Wei Qingcheng. This cloak was originally prepared for Wei Qingcheng, fearing that he would be cold, but Wei Qingcheng disliked its heaviness, so he put it on Xie Jingyu.
He said lovingly, "Don't get cold, stand here obediently and be careful not to get kicked by the horse."
"Come on, my lord. If you keep doing this, this grassland will be covered with goose bumps."
Xie Jingyu raised his eyes and glared at him, then jumped on his horse.
Lin Qingyu was amused by this sentence and laughed softly.
Li Yi looked at his flushed face, turned his face to the other side and said, "Laugh out loud if you want to. I won't eat you."
"Yes, Lord Hou," Lin Qingyu thought to himself that Li Yi was a cold-faced but warm-hearted person, so he was quite good.
The three of them started the competition on horseback. Lin Qingyu rode to the center of the field first and shouted, "Let me give you a novel opening!"
After saying this, he placed one hand on the horse's waist, turned his body in the air, and reached out his other hand to the air. His flexible waist used force to drive his legs completely suspended in the air, and his slender neck was raised to the distance, with a contented expression on his face.
What a perfect and beautiful move. Wei Qingcheng has watched many equestrian competitions, but has never seen this move.
Afterwards, Lin Qingyu retreated to the middle of Xie Jingyu and Li Yi, and the three began to compete in speed. Xie Jingyu won the first round.
In the second round, the three men threw their scent bags on the same line and started to pick up things immediately. Li Yi opened his hand, turned around, and picked up Xie Jingyu's as well, causing Xie Jingyu to hit him on the back. In the second round, Li Yi won.
In the third round, Xie Jingyu disliked Li Yi's cunning, so he dismounted and went to accompany Wei Qingcheng, leaving Li Yi and Lin Qingyu alone to play horse wrestling.
At first, Li Yi was not familiar with Lin Qingyu, so he maintained his gentlemanly demeanor. However, Lin Qingyu did not care about that at all. In his eyes, competition was competition.
A fierce look flashed across his round almond eyes. He clamped his legs tightly around the horse's body and stretched his arm towards Li Yi's waist. Before Li Yi could dodge, he was put on his horse with one hand.
He was shocked and at a loss, but Lin Qingyu smiled without hesitation, took his hand and placed it on his slender and powerful waist.
"My Lord, I won. Let's go to their side!"
Li Yi just let Lin Qingyu put his hand on his waist and walked in front of everyone.
In the third round, Lin Qingyu won.
"We really won a lot of applause today. Everyone is amazing!" Wei Qingcheng said with a smile. Seeing Lin Qingyu get off the horse, she asked him again: "Qingyu, what was the opening you just did? It was a wonderful move!"
Lin Qingyu didn't pay attention to Li Yi's dark face, and dimples appeared on her face: "It's a bit hasty to say, I saw a dancer at a banquet, and she did this move on the drum, which was called flying. I thought it was very unique, so I gave her money and asked her to teach me."
Wei Qingcheng really liked Lin Qingyu's way of dealing with people. He looked at Lin Qingyu with admiration and praised: "Qingyu is really unconventional. I admire him. Anyone with a certain status would look down on the dancer, but Qingyu chased her to learn art."
Lin Qingyu smiled faintly: "Qingcheng, you are too kind. Everyone makes money based on their own abilities. It is understandable that dancers rely on their dancing skills. In this world, no matter whether you are a prince or a gangster, you have to make money to eat, and you can't escape death. There is no difference."
"Master, what you said is right!" Zhang Zeyu felt that he had made the right decision today. Being able to make friends like Qingcheng and Lin Qingyu was worth it even if he was beaten to death by his father.
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