Tang Jian turned his head away and stopped looking at it. The place wasn't suitable, and he didn't intend to tame the horse right now.
Sure enough, as soon as the dangerous man stopped looking at it, the yellow horse quieted down.
It shook its head, raised its head, and let out a triumphant 'neigh'.
Lin Zao instantly fell in love with the clever horse, no wonder Tang Jian was also tempted.
The horses up for auction next were also quite good, but they were not as good as the Yellow Horse, so Tang Jian didn't make any further moves.
Suddenly, the burly man on the stage shouted excitedly, "Next up is our company's final, grand finale horse! Ladies and gentlemen, don't miss it!"
Lin Zao's somewhat drowsy mind instantly cleared up.
When the yellow horse was brought up, this big man wasn't this excited. His current state has indeed attracted the attention of everyone below the stage.
Even Tang Jian looked over with intense eyes.
"My God, it's the Black Steed!"
"I never imagined I would see such a magnificent horse in my lifetime!"
The audience screamed with delight as they watched the horse being led onto the stage.
The black horse is named for its four white hooves and its jet-black coat.
As far as Lin Zao knew, Xiang Yu, the Hegemon-King of the West, rode the black horse Wuzhui.
I never expected to meet her in this era.
"1000 taels of gold."
Someone directly offered a price.
The crowd fell silent once again.
Everyone turned to look at the source of the sound.
There stood a handsome young man in white, holding a white jade fan and fanning himself with an elegant air.
He was accompanied by several guards in silver outfits, each of whom looked quite extraordinary.
Upon seeing that this was the person making the bid, the burly man on the stage immediately bowed.
"So it's the young Marquis Jingyuan! I was disrespectful. It seems this black horse is destined for you. I'll personally deliver it to your residence later."
The burly man clearly recognized the man and stopped bidding, directly securing the new owner for the black horse.
"It's him! He actually came to Yaozhou too?" Tang Jian frowned, somewhat suspicious.
"Does my husband know this young Marquis of Jingyuan?"
Upon hearing Lin Zao's question, Tang Jian snapped out of his reverie and said, "Well, let's go back and talk about it first. It's not convenient to talk here."
Seeing that Tang Jian's expression was somewhat serious, Lin Zao did not press him further.
So the group headed back home, taking with them the brother and sister they had bought and the proud yellow horse.
After returning to Tingfeng Courtyard, Tang Jian told Lin Zao and then took Tian Bu'er into the study to discuss matters.
Lin Zao was left with a bunch of children.
Eleven led the horse to the stable, and Tiger Head wanted to go and see the horse, so the three brothers followed Eleven.
Ya Ya, however, didn't follow her brothers. Instead, she was very curious about the new girl who had come to the house.
Lin Zao led Ya Ya to the main hall and called the brother and sister she had bought.
The brother and sister were a little nervous and at a loss. The brother held his sister's hand tightly and used his small body to shield her from the attack, trying to protect her.
However, looking at the maids and servants standing around, he knew very well that they couldn't run away, and most importantly, their indentures were still in Lin Zao's hands.
After they arrived at the main hall, Lin Zao picked up Ya Ya and asked the two siblings to sit down and talk.
"Don't be afraid, we won't hurt you. Can you tell me your names?"
Tian Bu'er paid the money and the indenture was with him, so she didn't know the names of the two people.
Upon hearing Lin Zao's question, the older brother inside paused for a moment before whispering, "My name is He Lin, and my younger sister is He Qiu."
Lin Zao remembered that the big man introduced the brother and sister, saying that they were originally servants of a wealthy merchant, but their parents had died and they were too young, so the merchant sold them.
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