The boy was pulled back by him, and then what happened was a little beyond Yuan Sikong's expectations. He actually lowered his head, turned around, and kicked Yuan Sikong on the knee with a quick kick.

Yuan Sikong stepped back in pain and loosened his hands.

The boy touched his wet neck with his hand, and found his hands were full of smelly horse blood. His round face flushed red: "You...you are looking for death!"

Yuan Sikong's heart trembled slightly. He was wondering why he didn't see the kid's actions clearly, and was shocked by the anger on his face. The anger of a child is nothing more than acting coquettishly and making trouble. The former is a test, and the latter is a vent. But this child's anger is anger, like the anger of a little beast with its fangs bared.

Yuan Sikong tried to remain calm and didn't take the kid seriously. He threatened her and said, "Don't tell anyone."

The boy's chest rose and fell vigorously: "You have violated the laws of Dasheng, and you dare to threaten me?!"

"I did it for..." Yuan Sikong thought. It was useless to explain to him. He waved his fist and said fiercely, "Anyway, you are not allowed to tell anyone, or I will kill you!"

After all, he was only 13 years old. The weight of the word "breaking the law" made him tremble. Being caught in the act of committing such a serious crime, he was naturally panicked. If the other party was an adult, he would not be afraid, because he knew that adults could coerce them, and no matter what method was used, hitting their soft spot would be more effective with half the effort. But the one in front of him happened to be an extremely spoiled child. The immature child could not understand reason, and did not care about money. The best way to deal with them was to make them afraid.

Yuan Sikong's idea was right, but the person he met was wrong.

The little boy was irritated, and rushed forward with a shout, punching Yuan Sikong in the chest.

Yuan Sikong blocked with his left hand and tried to grab his clothes with his right hand, but missed.

The two exchanged several moves, and Yuan Sikong felt a little tired. Although he had also practiced martial arts for four years, he was not interested in it, and his kung fu was even worse than Yuan Weiling's. This boy was so young, but he was so agile and his foundation was as solid as Yuan Nanyu's.

However, the two of them were a head taller than each other, so Yuan Sikong took the opportunity to knock him to the ground, slapped him twice, and shouted, "Don't tell anyone."

The little boy shouted fearlessly: "You have insulted a horse corpse. You will be punished according to military law. Go to hell!" He kicked hard, not wanting Yuan Sikong to please him.

The two were so enraged that they forgot all about their martial arts and started wrestling on the ground.

It had rained the previous night, and the ground was covered in grass and mud, and there was horse feces all over the ground near the stable. The two of them were soon covered in filth, and soon even the color of their clothes could no longer be recognized.

When Zhao Dayou and several guards ran over and saw this scene, they almost fainted.

The two were fighting fiercely when they were separated by strong arms, but they were still kicking each other in the air.

"Second Prince, are you okay?" The guards were so scared that their faces turned green.

Zhao Dayou knelt down on the horse manure with a thud, kowtowed and howled: "Your Highness, I deserve to die, I deserve to die."

Yuan Sikong looked at Zhao Dayou's trembling face, and his fevered brain became clear. A chill suddenly rose in his chest, and he knew the identity of this child in an instant. He was Feng Jianping's youngest son - Feng Ye.

In fact, he had already felt that the child looked familiar, but firstly, the distance was too far that day, and secondly, he was distracted and did not think about it. Damn it.

Feng Ye pointed at Yuan Sikong, his voice distorted with anger: "Catch him for me, I, I'm going to chop him up!"

Zhao Dayou looked at Yuan Sikong with a look of regret and hatred, and he wanted to cry but had no tears.

Yuan Sikong had completely calmed down and mouthed to Zhao Dayou, "Burned."

"The Second Prince is injured!" When a guard saw Feng Ye's neck covered in blood, he suddenly felt that his life was over today and he only hoped that his family would not be implicated.

Feng Ye seemed to have just remembered: "Horse!" He pointed at the stable, "He insulted the horse carcass!"

Yuan Sikong closed his eyes.

———

Yuan Sikong had always wanted to see the face of King Jingyuan up close, but he didn't expect that this wish would come true so soon. He was dirty, with disheveled hair, dark circles under his eyes, blood oozing from the corners of his mouth, and he smelled terrible.

Of course, Feng Ye was more vicious than him. He was pinned to the ground and punched several times, and his face was swollen.

Feng Jianping is in his forties, with a full forehead, a nose like a hanging gallbladder, two sword-like eyebrows slanting into the temples, and a pair of eyes as sharp as an eagle. He is a handsome man with a handsome face, unrestrained but not frivolous, and majestic without being angry.

Feng Jianping looked at Yuan Sikong who was kneeling on the ground and didn't dare to raise his head. Then he looked at his little son who was like a stinky mud ball. He chuckled and laughed.

Feng Ye looked indignant: "Father, are you laughing at me?!"

Feng Jianping was so happy that he fell backwards: "You lost the fight, can't I laugh at you?"

Feng Ye was not convinced: "He is taller and stronger than me!"

"Yes, you also know that he is taller and stronger than you. Dad taught you what to do when the enemy is strong and I am weak."

Feng Ye pursed his lips and said nothing.

"Run." Feng Jianping smiled, "You know you can't win but still want to fight. You are just foolishly brave. One day, when you lead troops into battle and the enemy is outnumbered, you still want to take risks and cause the lives of your soldiers to be careless. This is the biggest taboo for a general."

Feng Ye's eyes suddenly turned red, half angry and half aggrieved.

Feng Jianping waved his hand: "My wolf cub, come here."

Feng Ye walked over awkwardly.

Feng Jianping wiped the dirt off his face and said with a smile, "Don't cry. If you cry, I will laugh at you and ask your eldest brother to laugh at you too."

Feng Ye opened his eyes wide and tried hard to hold back the tears that were about to fall. He looked so pitiful.

Feng Jianping turned his gaze to Yuan Sikong: "Boy, raise your head."

Yuan Sikong raised his head and looked at Feng Jianping with fear, his heart dead.

First he offended the horse corpse, then he offended the prince's son. He didn't know what his fate would be. At worst he would die, and he just hoped not to implicate the Yuan family.

"You are the son of Guangning Guard Sergeant Yuan Mao."

"Your Highness, I am just an adopted son."

"I heard you dissected a horse's corpse. Why?" Feng Jianping asked jokingly, "Is Yuan Mao hungry for you?"

Yuan Sikong's slightly protruding Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he answered calmly, "I have been raising horses for four years. I personally think that if I can understand the internal organs, bones, meridians and blood vessels of horses, I can cure some difficult and complicated diseases. I definitely don't intend to insult horse carcasses, and I certainly don't do it for the purpose of eating them."

Feng Jianping raised his eyebrows and stretched out his hand.

His subordinates handed him a blood-stained booklet. He flipped it open and looked at it. He raised his eyebrows in surprise: "Did you write all this?"

"yes."

"you……"

Before Feng Jianping could say anything, he heard hurried footsteps. Yuan Sikong could tell it was Yuan Mao without turning around.

With a thud, Yuan Mao knelt heavily on the ground and said loudly: "I am a poor parent and I am willing to be punished by military law. Please punish me!"

Yuan Sikong's eyes were filled with regret. He had been very careful and cautious for the past four years, but he had made mistakes over the past few days. He was simply too ashamed to face Yuan Mao.

Feng Jianping pointed at Yuan Sikong and said, "Yuan Mao, your son insulted the horse corpse first, and then threatened and beat my son. What crime do you think I should punish him for?"

"It is all up to Your Highness to decide. I only ask Your Highness to consider his young age and let me take the blame for him."

Yuan Sikong said without hesitation: "This was done by me alone, no one else is to blame, I am willing to accept any punishment."

"Shut up." Yuan Mao shouted angrily in a low voice.

Feng Jianping threw the booklet in front of Yuan Mao and said, "Take a look."

Yuan Mao flipped through a few pages, and all the pictures and texts on them were what Yuan Sikong had obtained from dissecting a horse corpse. The weight of each organ, the direction of the tendons and bones, the position of the joints, etc. were all recorded in pictures and texts. He was not surprised that Yuan Sikong did such a thing. This child was gifted, extremely intelligent, and his thoughts were so deep that it was often difficult to understand.

"This boy is smart and responsible, he will become a great man."

Yuan Mao said in panic, "Your Highness, please accept my compliment."

Feng Jianping leaned forward slightly and said, "Yuan Mao, raise your face and talk to me."

Yuan Mao raised his head and stared into Feng Jianping's extremely sharp eyes, feeling uneasy.

Feng Jianping chuckled: "I'll ask you again, what crime should I be charged with? This is Guangning's territory, you are the host and I am the guest, I will listen to you."

Yuan Mao fell to the ground and said, "I dare not. I will obey your Highness's orders."

Feng Jianping said in a bored tone, "Wolf boy."

"The child is here." Feng Ye said.

"You were the one who found the horse corpse and you were the one who was beaten. What do you think should be done?"

Feng Ye narrowed his eyes and glared at Yuan Sikong fiercely. Just as he was about to speak, Feng Jianping raised his hand to stop him.

"Military law is military law, and personal grudges are personal grudges. They cannot be confused."

Feng Ye took a deep breath and hummed in his tender little voice, "Yuan Sikong insulted the horse corpse and should be punished according to military law. Considering his young age and ignorance, his father Yuan Mao took the blame on his behalf and was sentenced to 20 military rods and fined three months' salary."

Yuan Sikong was about to speak, but Yuan Mao pressed his head and forced him to kowtow: "Thank you, Your Highness."

Feng Jianping looked at Yuan Sikong and said happily, "Why, you don't seem to be convinced?"

"I dare not do that. Thank you for your kindness, Your Highness." Yuan Sikong felt so guilty that he wanted to cry.

Yuan Mao said: "Your Highness, my son has offended your Highness, and I hope I can take responsibility for his mistakes."

Feng Jianping Haomai laughed: "What's wrong with children fighting?"

Yuan Mao finally breathed a sigh of relief and kowtowed deeply in gratitude: "Your Highness is magnanimous and I will never forget it."

"Okay, go and claim your reward."

"yes."

"Oh, wait." Feng Jianping pointed at Yuan Sikong, "I hereby allow you to dissect the horse corpse for your research needs. Of course, you must bury it properly afterwards."

Yuan Sikong raised his head excitedly and looked at Feng Jianping in disbelief.

Feng Jianping smiled and said, "If you can really develop a good way to treat horses, you will be a great help to future generations. Don't let your father suffer these twenty battles in vain."

"Thank you, Your Highness! Thank you, Your Highness!" Yuan Sikong felt that Feng Jianping was radiating holy light, majestic like a god. He had never seen Feng Jianping fight in battles, nor had he seen Feng Jianping train his troops, but just from this one incident, he could tell that Feng Jianping governed the army for the public good, kept his own interests in check, used both kindness and severity, and rewarded and punished in moderation. Isn't he the god-like general described in the Art of War who possesses wisdom, trustworthiness, benevolence, courage, and strictness!

No wonder this man was able to achieve great achievements.

Feng Jianping used his big fist to lightly hit Feng Ye's small chest: "My wolf boy, this man beat you and humiliated you. You must remember to practice martial arts diligently and beat him back in the future, okay?" He winked at Feng Ye.

"Yes!" Feng Ye clenched his fists and shouted, "Yuan Sikong, just wait. Sooner or later, I will beat you to a pulp!"