Yuan Sikong knew that Feng Ye was deliberately looking for trouble, but there was nothing he could do; seeing him leaning aside to dismount from his horse, he even crawled over and knelt down under the horse.

Feng Ye naturally used Yuan Sikong's back as a stepping stone and jumped on it heavily.

Yuan Sikong groaned, his body sank, and he managed to keep from falling.

Feng Yefu jumped to the ground again and said arrogantly, "Go get a doctor."

Yuan Sikong then stood up and checked the horse. The Qin horse, which was mixed with the blood of Northwestern horses, was very tall. He had to stand on tiptoe to observe the horse's nose and mouth. He saw that its nose was moist and its teeth were dry. It didn't look seriously ill, but it was indeed in a bad mood. Feng Ye didn't seem to be lying.

He looked around and finally found the answer by pressing on the horse's belly. The horse's belly was swollen and hard, obviously there was food accumulation that could not be excreted, thus the loss of appetite. He explained to Feng Ye.

Feng Ye raised his eyebrows: "Just constipation?"

"My Lord, yes."

"Can it be cured?"

"Yes. Just take a dose of herbal medicine with water, and you'll be fine in two or three hours."

"Two or three hours? I want to ride a horse now, it's too slow." Feng Ye looked at Yuan Sikong provocatively.

"Food accumulation is a common minor illness that has nothing to do with itching. I think it is not appropriate to double the amount of soup or medicine for this."

"I don't care. You have to cure it now." Feng Ye showed a wicked smile, "Otherwise, you can be my horse and carry me for twenty miles?"

Yuan Sikong cursed in his heart, "I'll throw you to death first." On the surface, he said humbly, "Don't worry, young prince. I have a way."

Feng Ye crossed his two short arms in front of his chest and looked at him calmly, just waiting for him to fail to cure the disease so that he would have a legitimate reason to punish him.

Yuan Sikong began to take off his clothes.

Feng Ye took a step back: "What are you doing?"

"Doctor horse."

Yuan Sikong took off his coat, folded it and put it in a dry place, then went to the warehouse and took out a bucket of glycerin and an apron, put the glycerin on the ground, put on the apron, and finally began to roll up his sleeves.

Feng Ye looked at him suspiciously.

Yuan Sikong rolled up his sleeves, scooped up a handful of glycerin, and smeared it on the horse's anus without changing his expression.

Feng Yelian took two steps back. He saw what Yuan Sikong was going to do and a trace of horror appeared on his face.

Yuan Sikong gently rubbed the horse's belly with his fists, softened the anus with glycerin, and then calmly inserted his arm little by little.

Feng Ye's face turned pale, his stomach churned, and he almost vomited.

Yuan Sikong glanced at him secretly, with a hint of playful smile on his lips, and did not forget to say loudly: "Your Highness is anxious, so I have to use this crude method to make the horse excrete the accumulated food. If Your Highness feels uncomfortable, please don't look at it, so as not to damage your precious body." As he spoke, he poured glycerin into it.

"Stop talking nonsense!" Feng Ye was angry and anxious. He didn't want to watch it but was unwilling to give in, so he forced himself to watch it. "If I can't even watch this, how can I lead the troops to fight in the future!" He couldn't help but groan again, and regretted coming here very much.

"Your Highness is absolutely right. I admire you." Yuan Sikong saw that it was almost done, so he pulled out his dirty arm and stepped back a few steps.

The horse's stomach was churning, and soon, feces mixed with messy excrement spurted out of its anus with a "plop" sound, splashing over a meter away.

Feng Ye couldn't hold it in any longer and vomited loudly.

Yuan Sikong's cheeks ached from trying so hard to hold back his laughter, and he felt extremely happy in his heart.

While Feng Ye was vomiting, Yuan Sikong went to the barn to wash his hands. Overeating is a common ailment for horses. The first time he saw Xu Hu treat it like this, he was so disgusted that he almost vomited. Later, when he studied horse medicine, he had seen and experienced even more disgusting cases, and now he has calmed down.

After washing it carefully with soap, he walked out of the warehouse and put on his coat. He saw Feng Ye still squatting on the ground, his face pale and his eyes watery. He suddenly felt sorry for him. After all, he was only an eight-year-old child. Was he bullying him too harshly? He walked over and squatted beside Feng Ye: "Little Prince, you..."

Feng Ye turned his head and saw him as if he had seen a ghost. He took several steps back and said, "Get away from me!"

Yuan Sikong pretended to be innocent: "Oh."

Feng Ye looked at his arm.

Yuan Sikong lifted it up and showed it off: "It's clean."

"You stink!"

"Really?" Yuan Sikong sniffed it himself and it seemed to have no smell. He didn't care much. "Would you like some water?"

"Where is the water?"

"It's in the warehouse. Can I go get it?"

"You stay here, I'll go by myself." Feng Ye glared at him with disdain, stood up and ran towards the warehouse.

Yuan Sikong sat on the grass, planning to take a rest for a while, with a happy smile on his face.

After a while, Feng Ye came out, and he had tidied his appearance. He no longer looked as shabby as before.

Yuan Sikong asked, "Your Highness, do you still want to ride a horse? I will help you get on the horse."

"No, let it rest, it stinks too." Feng Ye kicked a small stone on the ground towards his horse.

The horse was nibbling the grass leisurely.

Feng Ye sat a few feet away from Yuan Sikong and said angrily, "Tell me what you want as a reward."

"Ah?" Yuan Sikong didn't react.

"I told you that there will be a reward for the cure."

Feng Ye pouted, his face puffed up, very cute, which reminded Yuan Sikong of Yuan Nanyu when he was little. When they first met, they were also about the same age. He said happily: "It is a blessing for me to share the worries of the young prince. How dare I ask for a reward."

"Don't act so humble. I know you're not convinced in your heart." Feng Ye pouted, "But dissecting a horse's corpse is against the law."

"I admit my guilt." Yuan Sikong admitted defeat, but in his heart, as Feng Ye said, he was extremely dissatisfied. He regretted being caught by Feng Ye and implicated Yuan Mao, not the fact of dissecting the horse's body. In his opinion, this ban was pedantic and stupid. It seemed to protect the horse, but in fact it caused more harm.

Feng Ye snorted lightly: "As for your attack on me, I will settle accounts with you sooner or later."

"I am aware of my crime. Your Highness, please punish me."

"If I punish you for this, I would be bullying you by taking advantage of my power. Just wait, it won't be long before you are no match for me."

"Of course, a good father will have a good son. Your Highness will surely be as powerful as King Jingyuan in the future."

This statement probably really pleased Feng Ye, and his expression softened a little: "Hurry up and tell me what I want to reward you with. Those who carry out orders must follow their words. Only when orders are obeyed and their subordinates follow suit can an army be established."

Seeing that Feng Ye was serious, Yuan Sikong's eyes involuntarily turned to Feng Ye's horse. He swallowed and thought to himself, this Qin horse is really tall and handsome, and full of heroic spirit. If he could ride it, he wondered if he could feel the heroic spirit of Feng's army as they traveled thousands of miles and conquered cities.

Feng Ye saw through his thoughts: "You want to ride my horse?"

Yuan Sikong didn't know whether Feng Ye would be angry, so he didn't dare to answer easily.

Feng Ye stood up and patted his clothes: "Let's go, but you have to take me with you."

Yuan Sikong's eyes lit up: "Did...really?"

"A real man's word is as good as gold. What else can you say?" It was a little funny that a four-foot-tall kid dared to call himself a real man. But Yuan Sikong clearly saw the confidence on Feng Ye's chubby face. When he said that Feng Ye would be as famous as Feng Jianping one day, it was not entirely a compliment. The little beast's fearlessness of gods and Buddhas was innate, which was deeply rooted in his blood and beyond his age.

Yuan Sikong immediately became excited. He ran to the front of the horse, half-crouched down, and waited for Feng Ye to step on him to mount the horse.

Feng Ye came up and kicked him: "Go away, I can do it myself."

Yuan Sikong had no choice but to move aside. Only then did he realize that the horse's saddle was specially made, with two pairs of stirrups, one long and one short, and special rope loops on the sides for assisting the rider. It was obviously designed for Feng Ye and the adults to ride together.

Feng Ye grabbed the rope, pulled himself up, and hung his hands on the saddle again. He reached for the stirrups and finally climbed up the horse that was much taller than him. His movements were skillful and agile, and he had obviously practiced many times. Yuan Sikong smiled slightly, also got on the horse, sat behind Feng Ye, and stepped on the other set of stirrups.

Feng Ye grabbed the reins, pulled hard, squeezed his calves, and shouted, "Drive!"

The horse broke into a trot.

Zhao Dayou's horse farm is the best in Liaoning, with endless grasslands. Although it will be covered with snow in winter, it is still full of green and yellow grass. The north wind blows through layers of ripples, and the horses run as if floating on the blue waves. The sky is high and the water is vast, and it is extremely free and happy.

Feng Ye was still young, and his height limited his ability to ride the horse, so he didn't dare to ride too fast. Yuan Sikong simply took the reins from him, swung the whip, and shouted, "Drive!"

The horse was stimulated and started running madly with its hooves overlapping and its long mane flying, as if it would turn into a dragon in the next second.

Feng Ye laughed happily: "Faster! Fly up!"

Yuan Sikong was very good at riding horses, and the horses ran fast and steadily. He imagined himself wearing armor and helmet, galloping across the land of Liaodong. This vast and boundless fertile land was his hometown, his hometown that had stood firm and refused to bend despite being trampled by gold thieves and iron riders!

Feng Ye pointed forward and shouted like an adult, "Kill!"

Yuan Sikong also shouted: "Kill——"

Kill! Kill all the rebels who have set their sights on our land, and kill all the barbarians who have invaded our Central Plains!

A horse and two young men galloped under the blood-red sunset, stretching endlessly, as if reaching the end of the sky.

Only when they were tired of running did they return to the stable, and the guards rushed forward, obviously looking for Fengye.

A young man in black clothes embroidered with flying fish patterns was also among them. He had a sword on his waist and a jade crown. He looked very similar to Feng Ye, handsome and immortal, noble and not to be offended.

"Brother!" Feng Ye was having so much fun that he waved his arms happily on the horse.

Yuan Sikong did not dare to neglect it, and quickly jumped off the horse and knelt on the ground: "I am honored to meet His Highness the Crown Prince."

This person is Feng Jianping's eldest son, Feng Lie, who was canonized as the Prince of Jingyuan by the current emperor a few years ago.

Feng Lie had a faint smile on his face and said, "Get up." He walked forward.

Feng Ye jumped off the horse and threw himself directly into Feng Lie's arms.

Feng Lie pretended to be angry and said, "Where have you gone mad again? I can't find you even if I look for you."

"Going to race horses!" Feng Ye's face was puffed up by the cold wind. "Why did my brother come to the racecourse as well?"

"Look around." Feng Lie pinched Feng Ye's little face, "It's so cold, is Ye'er frozen?"

Feng Ye shook his head: "It's not cold." He pushed Feng Lie's chest and whispered, "Brother, put me down." He glanced at Yuan Sikong and obviously didn't want to be held in someone's arms like a child.

Fenglie didn't expose him and put him down: "You have played all day, go back and have dinner."

"Oh." Feng Ye looked at Yuan Sikong again.

Feng Lieqi asked, "He's the kid who dissected the horse's corpse and fought with you that day?"

Yuan Sikong crouched even lower.

Feng Ye snorted softly, which was considered as his tacit agreement.

Feng Lie couldn't help but laugh: "Well, you two are friends again? It's true that there's no friendship without fighting."

"Who is friends with him?" Feng Ye said unhappily.

"I dare not." Yuan Sikong said quickly.

Feng Ye rolled his eyes: "Brother, let's go back."

"Will you come to the racecourse tomorrow?"

"…We'll talk about tomorrow."

Only after the Feng brothers walked away did Yuan Sikong raise his head and breathe a sigh of relief.