Yuan Sikong originally slept in the same room with Yuan Nanyu, but in order to allow Yuan Nanyu to rest his legs, he moved to the guest room. However, he still got up early every day to supervise him studying.

But Yuan Nanyu only lay in bed for a few days before he became restless and started to behave himself like a thorn in his body.

As soon as he entered the house in the morning, Yuan Sikong felt something was wrong. Yuan Nanyu looked at him with shining eyes and a meaningful smile on the corner of his mouth.

Yuan Sikong narrowed his eyes: "No matter what you want to do, I won't allow you to do it."

"You don't know what I want to do."

"Don't you just want to go out?"

"No." Yuan Nanyu smiled wickedly, "I know what you did." He bowed, "Second brother, I am really impressed by you!"

Yuan Sikong felt a little embarrassed and said gloomily, "Dad was beaten twenty times because of me."

"Dad has already forgiven you, hasn't he?" Yuan Nanyu rubbed his butt against the edge of the bed. "Brother, tell me what happened at that time. Tell me from beginning to end, quickly."

Yuan Si gave him a blank look and said seriously, "Today I want to tell you about the four 'hearts' that are common to people but not to saints. They are 'no intention', 'no...'"

"Second brother!" Yuan Nanyu said coquettishly, "I beg you, I'm almost suffocated, really dying, I can't move, there's no one to play with me, and you go out early and come back late..." The more he spoke, the more pitiful he sounded, and his little face almost fell.

Yuan Sikong sighed and said helplessly: "You must know that my second brother was totally wrong in this matter, and he also implicated my father. It was all thanks to the magnanimity of King Jingyuan. Otherwise, my life would be in danger. You should take this as a warning."

Yuan Nanyu nodded his head: "I understand, I understand."

Yuan Sikong then told Yuan Nanyu everything that happened that day.

Yuan Nanyu listened with great interest, as if he was listening to a storyteller in a teahouse in the north of the city. When the story got to the exciting part, he would even clap his hands and shout a few times. It was obvious that he had no idea of ​​the seriousness of the matter. Yuan Sikong had to speak in a stronger tone and take the opportunity to teach him a lesson.

"Did Prince Jingyuan really say that? He wants the young prince to run away if he can't win?"

"yes."

"Awesome, this is the style of a great general." Yuan Nanyu said with a smile, "Then the young prince will be so angry, will he let you go like this?"

Yuan Sikong thought about what happened yesterday and couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"What's wrong?" Yuan Nanyu asked expectantly.

Yuan Sikong blinked his eyes and said, "Yesterday, the little prince came to the horse farm and wanted to pick a fight with me, but..."

After Yuan Nanyu heard this, they both burst into laughter.

"Second brother, I also want to go to the horse farm with you." Yuan Nanyu looked at his legs and pouted in disappointment.

"You must take good care of your injuries. You are a martial artist, so don't leave yourself with any disabilities." Yuan Sikong said sternly, "If you dare to mess around, I will never talk to you again."

"knew."

"Okay, let's start studying."

"ah……"

"Ah, what's that? I can't miss my daily morning lessons." Yuan Sikong coughed softly, "The four great virtues of Zi Jue: no intention, no insistence, no stubbornness, no ego..."

———

Half of the horses for Datong Prefecture had been picked. Xu Hu and Yuan Sikong were exhausted these days. In addition, the weather was getting colder and they were feeling lazy. Yuan Sikong yawned as he picked the horses.

Zhao Dayou suddenly appeared out of nowhere, and Yuan Sikong was surprised when he saw him, "Why has your uncle been at the stable these days?" Zhao Dayou's business is not just about raising horses. The stable is dirty and cold, and he rarely comes here on weekdays. But recently, he has been reporting here every day like them.

Zhao Dayou said helplessly: "The little prince is here again."

"Come again?" Yuan Sikong felt a headache when he heard Feng Ye. Didn't he just come yesterday? Why is he here again today?

Zhao Dayou smiled bitterly: "He said he wanted to choose the horse himself." He was afraid that Feng Ye would make trouble at his stable again, so he dared not stay at home safely.

As they were talking, Feng Ye came over on horseback, followed by guards.

Everyone knelt on the ground.

Feng Ye said in his tender but full-of-heart voice: "Get up."

Yuan Sikong glanced at Feng Ye secretly, knowing that Feng Ye was most likely coming for him. It seemed that this little prince would not let it go until he got his revenge on him.

"Yuan Sikong." Feng Ye called out.

really.

"The common people are here."

"You teach me about horse-viewing."

"Well……"

"Why, is it difficult for you?"

"No, no, it's not difficult. I am honored to be able to teach you horse-viewing."

Feng Ye snorted and got off the horse with the help of the guards: "Let's go." At the same time, he turned his head and said to the guards, "Don't follow me."

Yuan Sikong winked at Xu Hu and Zhao Dayou, telling them to mind their own business. If they all stayed around Feng Ye, they wouldn't have to do anything else.

"Your Highness, please."

The two of them walked to the stable, and Feng Ye couldn't help but wrinkle his nose. Although the stable was cleaned every day, the smell of horse manure was still overwhelming. He couldn't help but think of the scene yesterday and glared at Yuan Sikong unhappily.

Yuan Sikong pretended not to see it and introduced their Liaodong horses to Feng Ye.

"To judge a horse, one must first know the purpose of the horse. Is it for fighting, transporting goods, pulling a cart, or for transportation? Each purpose has different requirements for the horse. The strictest requirements for horse selection are for war horses."

"Just tell me how to fight a horse."

Yuan Sikong led Feng Ye into the stable, pointed at the horses and explained them to him in detail. He listened very carefully.

When passing by a horse, it happened to swing its tail, and Feng Ye's body happened to hit it in the face. He grabbed the horse's tail in disgust and swung it aside with force.

Unexpectedly, the horse got so irritated that it raised its legs and kicked out!

In a flash, the horse's iron hoof rushed straight towards Feng Ye's chest. Yuan Sikong's heart tensed up, and without time to think, he suddenly pounced on Feng Ye and pinned him to the ground. The iron palm grazed the back of Yuan Sikong's shoulder, and it immediately felt hot.

Yuan Sikong's facial features were distorted in pain. He was gasping for breath, but he could not take care of himself. He hurried to check on Feng Ye: "Young Prince, are you okay..."

Feng Ye sat up and saw Yuan Sikong's pale face: "What's wrong with you?"

"Nothing..."

Feng Ye pulled open the back of his collar and saw that his neck was all red. He also became nervous: "...Did it kick you?"

"I'm fine, are you injured?" Yuan Sikong was about to cry. He asked himself why he had always been smart and serious, so why did he get into trouble again and again, and why was it all related to Feng Ye?

Could it be that there is a conflict between the two of them?

"No." Feng Ye said angrily, "This broken horse..."

"Don't blame it, it's just a beast." Yuan Sikong knelt on the ground, enduring the pain, "Your Highness was frightened..."

Feng Ye stood up and tried to pull Yuan Sikong up, "I'll ask the doctor to come and check you out."

"No." Yuan Sikong said hurriedly, "It's no problem for me."

Feng Ye shouted: "You were kicked by the horse's iron hoof, how can you be unharmed?"

"I'm really fine." Yuan Sikong whispered, "Please, Your Highness... don't tell anyone." If anyone knew, he would be in big trouble. If he disappointed Yuan Mao again, he would have no face left in the Yuan family.

Feng Ye frowned, walked around behind Yuan Sikong and tried to pull his clothes.

Yuan Sikong let out a soft “hiss”.

Feng Ye moved gently, lifted up Yuan Sikong's collar, carefully examined the skin, and touched the bones with his cool little hands. It seemed that the bones were indeed not injured, but the large red and swollen area on the fair skin looked quite glaring.

Yuan Sikong was shaking with pain.

Feng Ye pursed his lips, moved over, and blew gently.

Yuan Sikong was stunned.

"Does it hurt?" Feng Ye asked.

"Uh...it doesn't hurt much anymore."

Feng Ye blew hard a few times, and Yuan Sikong froze in place, feeling slightly touched in his heart.

Finally, Feng Ye stood up straight with some annoyance: "You really don't want to see a doctor?"

"Really, no need. Just take a few days to recover."

"...Get up."

Yuan Sikong stood up from the ground.

"Don't come to Soma tomorrow. Go home and rest."

"No, my father ordered me and Uncle Xu to pick up two thousand war horses for His Royal Highness Prince Jingyuan, and now we have only completed half of it. I am not seriously injured, so I really don't need to rest."

"You...you have something to do tomorrow."

Yuan Sikong was surprised: "Ah?"

"Come to the inn to find me tomorrow."

"What's the matter, young prince?"

Feng Ye shouted, "Why are you asking so many questions? Just come if I ask you to!"

Yuan Sikong had no choice but to say, "Yes."

"I don't want to see horses anymore. You accompany me back to the city."

"The common people still have..."

"Stop calling yourself 'common people'. It's annoying to hear that."

"...I still have some horses to look at."

Feng Ye looked up at him, his eyes filled with overbearing innocence: "You do whatever I tell you to do."

Yuan Sikong lowered his head: "Yes."