Shi Bi teased his eyes, turned his head to look at Zhen Mingku, and said, "Is this general interested in riding a ride?" ”

When the others heard this, they all had a look of good show on their faces, and they wanted to see how Zhen Mingku, the general of the Great Sui, made a fool of himself, and it was best to let this old man fall and eat, so that he would never be able to raise his head in front of the Turks.

Feng Lun is knowledgeable, and his face can't help but flash a hint of love, the Turks love the women of the Han nationality, but the children of the official family of the Great Sui are proud of having a Turkic sweat and blood horse.

Seeing these khans with a playful look, Zhen Ming smiled bitterly, showing an arrogant look on his face: "The old man has a strange problem, anyone who has been ridden by the old man, whether it is a horse or a woman, will never be willing to leave the old man, so the old man never easily rides any horse or woman that does not belong to the old man, as the so-called gentleman does not win people's love, although the old man is not a gentleman, but he also knows that this horse is the khan's beloved thing, how dare he ride indiscriminately." ”

As soon as Feng Lun heard it, he knew that this dark guard general had taken a fancy to Shibi's sweaty and bloody horse, others did not know the ability of this dark guard general, but he had seen him play polo with his own eyes, but he was afraid that even the Turks who claimed to grow up on horseback may not have his riding skills, seeing that this dark guard general was so confident, it seemed that he was nine out of ten, and he couldn't help but smile slightly.

Shi Bi was really excited, and snorted coldly: "If you can stay on it for a long time, what's the matter if I give it to you, this king has a good horse, and a mere horse will not make this king feel heartache." ”

"This ......," Zhen Ming said with a hesitant expression.

The others were sarcastic, chattering, probably laughing at him for being afraid of making a fool of himself for making such a clumsy excuse, and he became more and more proud.

"Since the king is so willing, then the old man will try to ride it and raise the majesty of my Great Sui."

Zhen Ming said bitterly and heroically, walked to the fence, and climbed over the fence slightly awkwardly, the old dragon clock's footsteps made him almost fall on all fours when he climbed over the fence, where is there any majesty, causing many Turkic khans to laugh out loud, Zhen Ming's bitter and heroic language is obviously not very compatible with his age.

Shi Bi turned his head and said to Feng Lun with a smile: "Do you want to give your old general a crutch, this king doesn't want him to die under the horse's hooves, and others will think that this king is bullying guests from afar." ”

The khans laughed.

Feng Lun felt more and more that this dark guard general was more and more interesting, and when he heard the taunt of this Shibi Khan, he smiled and did not answer.

As he expected, the next scene made the expressions on the faces of all the Turkic khans gradually change from ridicule to incomprehension, and finally to surprise, and their mouths opened wide and they couldn't close for a long time.

I saw Zhen Minghard faltering, slowly approaching the fiery horse that was full of fire and "stepping on blood" one meter away, and slowly put a hand on its neck.

Since he turned his back to everyone, no one found the supergeneration mobile phone hidden in his hand, and the two electric shock probes that flashed with electric arcs.

As soon as his hand touched the horse's neck, the originally irritable Treadblood trembled all over, and he was surprisingly quiet, allowing Zhen Mingku to slowly approach it, and awkwardly rolled over on its horse's back.

Although the blood was electrocuted by the electric shocker, after all, the heart was extremely arrogant, and when he saw someone riding on its back, his front and rear legs began to kick violently, jolting up and down, trying to throw Zhen Mingku off its body.

The khans shouted one after another.

Zhen Mingku, on horseback, hugged the bloody neck tightly, whenever it was too violent, he gave it an electric shock on the neck to quiet it, but he couldn't let it show too many flaws, and thought in his heart: "Horse, horse, from now on, you belong to me, come, take a few steps to show them, and walk out of your majesty......"

In the eyes of all, stepping on blood. Desperately kicking and running, although the old man Zhen Mingku, although he was in danger, he was never thrown off the horse, and sat on it steadily.

The time of one stick of incense has passed, and the time of two pillars of incense has also passed.

All the khans showed an expression of disbelief on their faces, especially Shibi, who was as uncomfortable as having been cut off from his heart, the muscles on his face twitched slightly, and he prayed in his heart that this hateful old man who pretended to be a pig and ate a tiger could fall off the horse and fall to his death, seeing Feng Lun couldn't help but laugh secretly in his heart, but there was also an inexplicable jealousy.

Zhen Ming on the horseback saw that the time had obviously exceeded a stick of incense, and Shi Bi would not dare to use the lack of time as an excuse to cheat, so he secretly stabbed the anesthetic silver needle that had been prepared in his other hand on the horse's neck.

The silver needle could only numb a person, but it wasn't enough for a horse weighing four people, but it was just enough to calm it.

In the surprised eyes of many khans, Zhen Mingku calmly turned over from the horse, touched the horse's head with a smile, and still walked to Shibi Khan and others on the side of the ranch fence with his stumbling steps, and said with a smile: "Thank you Shibi Khan for giving the horse, the old man must treat it like his own woman...... Come on, put the reins on the old man, and take him back to the old man's stable......"

Hearing this, the two secret guards dismounted, put the reins on the honest and quiet snow tread, and led out of his horse farm and walked towards the tent where Zhen was suffering from death.

After what happened just now, no one dared to laugh at this old man who spoke wildly and had good luck.

After all, Shibi was a Turkic Khan, but after a little heartache, his face returned to normal, and he talked and laughed with Feng Lun.

The Turks lack everything, that is, there is no shortage of warlike horses, for the people of the Great Sui, stepping on blood is extremely precious and valuable, but for the Turks, especially the Turkic Khan, stepping on blood is not irreplaceable.

He took them to worship their Turkic heroes' tombs, boasted about the great achievements of the Turkic ancestors, and was praised and elevated by Feng Lun, and gradually forgot what had just happened.

……

In the evening, Shibi held a banquet to entertain the khans of various tribes, and once again invited Princess Xinyi to come out to meet with many khans.

Without waiting for Feng Lun to agree, Shi Bi asked people to invite the princess, and after a while, someone came to inform the princess that she had arrived.

Dressed in a white woolen robe and covered with a white scarf on his face, Zhang, accompanied by two maids, lifted the curtain of the Khan's banquet tent and walked in from the outside.

All the khans looked at her, with a hint of curiosity on their faces, the beauty of the Great Sui princess is well-known in the hearts of Turkic men, although most of these princesses are not good to die, but it does not affect their image in the hearts of Turkic men.