Grace Yue's Silent Strength: The Pillar of Henry Yuan's Guar Chapter 5

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

Simon Yan stepped back in pain and loosened his hands.

The boy touched the back of his neck with his hand, and found his hand was full of smelly horse blood. His small round face turned red: "You...you are looking for death!"

Simon Yan'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 filial son is nothing more than acting like a spoiled child or throwing a tantrum. 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 bared fangs.

Simon Yan tried to remain calm and didn't take the kid seriously. He threatened, "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..." Simon Yan thought. It was useless to explain to him. He waved his fist and said sternly, "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 his heart 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 be won over, and no matter what method was used, hitting their weak spot would be more effective with half the effort. But the person in front of him happened to be an extremely spoiled child. The immature child could not understand reason, nor did he care about money and things. The best way to deal with them was to make them afraid.

Simon Yan’s idea was right, but the person he met was wrong.

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

Simon Yan blocked with his left hand and tried to grab his clothes with his right hand, but missed.

The two exchanged a few moves, and Simon Yan 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 Lily Yuan's. This boy was so smart at such a young age, and his foundation was as solid as Leo Yuan's.

However, the two of them were a head taller than each other, so Simon Yan took the opportunity to knock him to the ground, slapped him twice, and said sternly: "Don't tell anyone."

The little boy shouted fearlessly: "You have insulted the horse's carcass. You will be punished by military law. Go to hell!" He kicked hard, not wanting Simon Yan to please him.

Both of them were so angry that they forgot all about their martial arts and started rolling and wrestling on the ground.

It had rained the previous night, the grass was muddy, and the area near the stable was covered in horse manure. The two men 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 men 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 plop, kowtowed and howled: "Your Highness, I deserve to die, I deserve to die."

Simon Yan looked at Zhao Dayou's trembling face with fear, and his fevered brain cleared up. A chill suddenly rose in his chest, and he instantly knew the identity of this child. He was Richard Feng's youngest son - Ethan Feng.

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

Ethan Feng pointed at Simon Yan, his voice distorted with anger: "Catch him, I'm going to chop him up!"

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

Simon Yan had completely calmed down and mouthed to Zhao Dayou: "Burn it."

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

Ethan Feng seemed to have just remembered: "Horse!" He pointed at the stable, "He insulted the horse's corpse!"

Simon Yan closed his eyes.

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Simon Yan 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 filthy, his hair was disheveled, his eyes were dark circles, blood was oozing from the corners of his mouth, and he smelled terrible.

Of course, Ethan Feng was in an even more miserable state than him. He was pinned to the ground and punched several times, and his face was swollen.

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

Richard Feng looked at Simon Yan who was kneeling on the ground and didn't dare to look up, then looked at his little son who was like a stinky mud ball, and chuckled.

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

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

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

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

Ethan Feng pursed his lips and said nothing.

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

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

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

Ethan Feng walked over awkwardly.

Richard Feng 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 elder brother to laugh at you too."

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

Richard Feng turned his gaze to Simon Yan: "Boy, raise your head."

Simon Yan raised his head and looked at Richard Feng with fear, his heart dead.

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

"You are the son of Henry Yuan, the garrison commander of Guangning Guard."

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

"I heard you dissected a horse's corpse. Why?" Richard Feng asked jokingly, "Did Henry Yuan starve you?"

Simon Yan's slightly protruding Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he calmly replied, "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 have no intention of insulting horse carcasses, and I certainly don't do it for eating."

Richard Feng raised his eyebrows and stretched out his hand.

His subordinate 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 Richard Feng could say anything, he heard a burst of hurried footsteps. Simon Yan could tell that it was Henry Yuan without turning around.

With a thud, Henry Yuan knelt heavily on the ground and shouted, "I have failed to educate my son properly. I am willing to be punished by military law. Please punish me!"

Simon Yan's eyes were filled with regret. He had been very cautious for the past four years, but he had made mistakes over the past few days. He simply couldn't face Henry Yuan.

Richard Feng pointed at Simon Yan and said, "Henry Yuan, your son insulted the horse's corpse first, and then threatened and beat my son. What crime do you think I should punish him for?"

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

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

"Shut up right there." Henry Yuan shouted angrily in a low voice.

Richard Feng threw the booklet in front of Henry Yuan: "Take a look."

Henry Yuan flipped through a few pages. The pictures and writings on them were all what Simon Yan 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 Simon Yan did such a thing. This child was born with a unique talent and was extremely intelligent. His deep thoughts were often difficult to understand.

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

Henry Yuan said in fear, "Your Highness, thank you for your praise."

Richard Feng leaned forward slightly: "Henry Yuan, raise your face and talk to me."

Henry Yuan raised his head and stared into Richard Feng's sharp eyes, feeling uneasy.

Richard Feng 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."

Henry Yuan fell to the ground and said, "I dare not. I will leave it to Your Highness to decide."

Richard Feng said in a bored tone, "Wolf."

"The child is here." Ethan Feng said.

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

Ethan Feng narrowed his eyes and glared at Simon Yan fiercely. Just as he was about to speak, Richard Feng raised his hand to stop him.

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

Ethan Feng took a deep breath and hummed in his tender little voice: "Simon Yan insulted the horse's carcass and should be punished according to military law. Considering his young age and ignorance, his father Henry Yuan took the blame on his behalf and fined him 20 military strokes and three months' salary."

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

Richard Feng looked at Simon Yan and said happily: "Why, you don't seem to be convinced?"

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

Henry Yuan said: "Your Highness, my son offended your Highness, and I hope I can teach him a lesson."

Richard Feng laughed heartily: "What's wrong with filial sons fighting in every family?"

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

"Okay, go collect your reward."

"yes."

"Oh, wait." Richard Feng pointed at Simon Yan, "I hereby allow you to dissect the horse's corpse for your research needs. Of course, you must bury it properly afterwards."

Simon Yan looked up excitedly and looked at Richard Feng in disbelief.

Richard Feng said with a smile: "If you can really research a good way to treat horses, it will be a great contribution to future generations. Don't let your father suffer these twenty battles in vain."

"Thank you, Your Highness! Thank you, Your Highness!" Simon Yan felt that Richard Feng was emitting holy light all over his body, and he was as majestic as a god. He had never seen Richard Feng fight in battles, nor had he seen Richard Feng train his troops, but just from this incident, he could tell that Richard Feng managed the army for the public good, was strict with his own interests, used both kindness and severity, and rewarded and punished appropriately. Isn't he the god-like general mentioned in the Art of War who is wise, trustworthy, benevolent, brave, and strict?

No wonder this man was able to achieve great feats.

Richard Feng used his huge fist to lightly hit Ethan Feng's small chest: "My little wolf, 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 Ethan Feng.

"Yes!" Ethan Feng clenched his fists and shouted, "Simon Yan, just wait. Sooner or later, I will beat you to a pulp!"