Grace Yue's Silent Strength: The Pillar of Henry Yuan's Guar Chapter 7

Simon Yan knew that Ethan Feng was deliberately looking for trouble, but he could do nothing about it. Seeing him turn sideways to dismount from his horse, he had to crawl over and kneel down under the horse.

Ethan Feng naturally used Simon Yan's back as a stepping stone and jumped on it heavily.

Simon Yan groaned, his body sank downwards, and he barely managed to keep from falling.

Ethan Feng jumped to the ground again and said arrogantly: "Heal him."

Simon Yan then stood up and checked the horse. The Qin horse, which was mixed with the blood of the Northwest horse, was very tall. He had to stand on tiptoe to observe the horse's mouth and nose. He saw that its nasal cavity was moist, but its teeth were dry. It looked fine, but it was indeed in a state of depression. Ethan Feng didn't seem to be lying.

He looked around and finally found the answer by pressing the horse's belly with his hand. The horse's belly was bulging and hard, obviously there was food accumulation that could not be excreted, resulting in a loss of appetite. He explained it to Ethan Feng.

Ethan Feng raised his eyebrows: "Just constipation?"

"My Lord, yes."

"Can it be cured?"

"Yes. Just take a dose of herbal medicine with water, and it will be unblocked in two or three hours."

"Two or three hours? I want to ride a horse now, this is too slow." Ethan Feng looked at Simon Yan provocatively.

"Indigestion is a common minor illness that is not serious. I think it is not appropriate to use double the amount of decoction for this."

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

Simon Yan 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."

Ethan Feng crossed his two short arms across his chest and looked at him leisurely, just waiting for him to fail to cure him so that he would have a legitimate reason to punish him.

Simon Yan began to take off his clothes.

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

"Horse doctor."

Simon Yan 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.

Ethan Feng looked at him suspiciously.

Simon Yan 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 Simon Yan was going to do and a trace of horror appeared on his face.

Simon Yan gently pounded the horse's belly with his fists, softened the anus with glycerin, and then calmly inserted his arm in little by little.

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

Simon Yan glanced at him secretly, with a hint of playful smile on his lips, and said loudly: "Your Highness is anxious, so I have to use this crude method to make the horse expel the 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!" Ethan Feng was angry and anxious. He didn't want to watch it but he didn't want to be outdone, 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 dry heaving again, and he regretted coming here very much.

"Your Highness is absolutely right. I admire you." Seeing that it was almost done, Simon Yan pulled out his filthy arm and stepped back a few steps.

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

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

Simon Yan's cheeks ached from trying so hard to hold back his laughter, and he felt extremely happy.

While Ethan Feng was vomiting, Simon Yan went to the barn to wash his hands. Indigestion 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 things, and now he has calmed down.

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

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

Simon Yan pretended to be innocent: "Oh."

Ethan Feng looked at his arm.

Simon Yan lifted it up and showed it: "It's clean."

"You stink!"

"Really?" Simon Yan sniffed it himself, and it seemed that there was 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." Ethan Feng glared at him with disdain, stood up and ran towards the warehouse.

Simon Yan sat on the grass, planning to take a rest for a while, with a pleasant smile on his face.

After a while, Ethan Feng came out. He had probably tidied up his appearance and no longer looked as disheveled as before.

Simon Yan 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." Ethan Feng kicked a small stone on the ground towards his horse.

The horse was chewing the grass leisurely.

Ethan Feng sat a few feet away from Simon Yan and said angrily, "Tell me what reward you want."

"Ah?" Simon Yan didn't react.

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

Ethan Feng pouted, his face puffed up, very cute, which reminded Simon Yan of Leo Yuan when he was a child. When they first met, they were also this 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 pretend to be humble. I know you are dissatisfied in your heart." Ethan Feng pursed his lips, "But dissecting a horse's corpse is against the law."

"I know my crime." Simon Yan admitted defeat, but in his heart, as Ethan Feng said, he was extremely dissatisfied. He regretted being caught by Ethan Feng and implicated Henry Yuan, not the fact that he dissected the horse's body. In his opinion, this ban was pedantic and stupid. It seemed to protect the horses, but in fact it caused more harm.

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

"I know I am guilty, Your Highness, please punish me."

"If I punish you for this, I will be bullying you. 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 Prince Jingyuan in the future."

This probably really pleased Ethan Feng, and his expression softened a little: "Hurry up and tell me what I want to reward you with. Those who carry out orders must obey orders, and only when orders are obeyed and followed by others can an army be established."

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

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

Simon Yan didn't know whether Ethan Feng would be angry, so he didn't dare to answer easily.

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

Simon Yan's eyes lit up: "Really?"

"A real man's word is as good as gold. Why waste your words!" It was really funny that a little boy of only four feet dared to call himself a real man. However, Simon Yan clearly saw the confidence on Ethan Feng's chubby face. When he said that Ethan Feng would be as famous as Richard Feng one day, it was not entirely flattery. The little beast's fearlessness of gods and Buddhas was natural and was deeply rooted in his blood and beyond his age.

Simon Yan immediately became excited. He ran to the front of the horse, half squatted down, and waited for Ethan Feng to step on him to mount the horse.

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

Simon Yan 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 side lapels to provide assistance. It was obviously designed for Ethan Feng and the adults to ride together.

Ethan Feng grabbed the noose, 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. Simon Yan smiled slightly, also got on the horse, sat behind Ethan Feng, and stepped on the other set of stirrups.

Ethan Feng grabbed the reins, pulled hard, squeezed his calves, and shouted loudly: "Go!"

The horse broke into a trot.

Zhao Dayou's horse farm is the best in Liaodong, 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 away 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 comfortable.

Ethan Feng was young after all, and his control over the horse was limited by his height, so he didn't dare to go too fast. Simon Yan simply took the reins from him, waved the whip, and shouted: "Go!"

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

Ethan Feng laughed happily: "Faster! Fly!"

Simon Yan 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 the Jin bandits' cavalry!

Ethan Feng pointed forward and shouted like an adult, "Kill---"

Simon Yan also shouted: "Kill---"

Kill! Kill all the traitors 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, reaching as far as the eye could see, as if they were heading to the end of the sky.

They didn't return to the stable until they were tired of running. The guards rushed over, obviously looking for Ethan Feng.

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 quite similar to Ethan Feng, handsome and unparalleled, with the appearance of a god, noble and not to be offended.

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

Simon Yan did not dare to neglect it, and quickly jumped off the horse and knelt on the ground: "I greet His Highness the Crown Prince."

This person is Richard Feng'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.

Ethan Feng jumped off his 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!" Ethan Feng's little face was pink from the cold wind, "Why did my brother come to the racecourse as well?"

"Look around." Feng Lie pinched Ethan Feng's little face, "It's so cold, are you cold?"

Ethan Feng shook his head: "It's not cold." He pushed Feng Lie's chest and whispered, "Brother, put me down." He glanced at Simon Yan, obviously not wanting to be held in someone's arms like a filial son.

Feng Lie didn't expose him and put him down: "You have played all day, go back and eat."

"Oh." Ethan Feng looked at Simon Yan again.

Feng Lieqi asked, "Is he the kid who dissected the horse's body and fought with you that day?"

Simon Yan crouched even lower.

Ethan Feng snorted lightly, which was considered as his agreement.

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

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

"I dare not." Simon Yan said quickly.

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

"Will you come to the racecourse tomorrow?"

"...We'll talk about tomorrow tomorrow."

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