Chapter 164: No matter how high your skills are, you are afraid of kitchen knives

"Driving!" With a command, the two horses began to run slowly, running faster and faster, and ran forward like an arrow.

Hu Qian was experienced and his agile and short body pressed against the horse's back. His whole body was constantly adjusting his seat as the horse ran. The horse he sat down was a BMW in the palace. He was extremely divine. As soon as he sped, he quickly led the prince's entourage one horse before his entourage.

Seeing this, everyone cheered for it except for a few mature and steadfast people. Everyone suddenly felt proud. The prince spoke wildly just now, and many people were still a little confused, thinking that the Nibharatis would definitely win. But just by looking at it, Hu Angry was already leading, and the Song Dynasty was already sure to win.

Chen Ao was focused on the event at this moment, sighed and said quietly: "The worst result is here."

Yang Jian was infected by the warm atmosphere and was excited when he saw Chen Ao sighing, and couldn't help but say, "Young Master Chen, why did you say this?"

Chen Ao said: "If the Nibharats had the advantage and had the confidence to win, it would be fine. Now it seems that the Nibharats' horses and horsemanship are so unbearable, but they dare to make a bet based on diplomatic relations. Eunuch Yang believes that they will admit defeat?"

Yang Jian felt a sudden heart. He had seen many conspiracies. To put it bluntly, he was the ancestor of the conspiracy. How many people in the palace wanted to get the holy relatives and squeeze him out, but what was the result? Not only was he as stable as Mount Tai in the palace, but outside the palace, who was his opponent by those civil and military ministers?

After thinking a little, Yang Jian immediately understood that if the Nibharats could win in a regular manner, it would be natural to make this bet; but they obviously had poor strength, but they took out such heavy bets to bet. If they did not use some means, wouldn't they shoot themselves in the heel?

Yang Jian shouted softly, and said with a serious expression: "The family will go to inform the official family now."

As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Ao took a breath and exclaimed: "It's too late."

Yang Jian raised his eyes and saw that the prince entourage who was one behind the horse suddenly stretched out his hand and sat on the horse to attack Hu Qian in a strange way.

Hu An was at a loss by this unexpected sneak attack. He paused, and even the BMW sitting down slowed down. At this moment, the entourage changed his posture, hooked his feet on the reins, and stood obliquely on the back of the horse, punching him straight towards Hu An's waist and abdomen.

Everyone exclaimed. Even if a veteran like Hu Qian, who was quick-witted and quick-witted, suddenly suffered a major change and had no time to respond. With a roar, he fisted in his abdomen and fell off his horse like a kite.

"Shameless!"

"Save Commander Hu quickly!"

Countless people didn't care about their kindness and immediately started to curse. The prince's sergeant smiled proudly, sat back on his horse, and left in the dust.

At this moment, Zhao Ji had already stood up, and a trace of anger shot out from his eyes after the Crown Pearl. He was so arrogant and so arrogant. He was obviously a horse racing, but the other party suddenly attacked!

Only Chen Ao showed surprising calmness at this moment. His eyes flashed and he couldn't help but say, "Is this yoga? No, it's a bit different, but the action just now is really similar."

You should know that when the entourage and Hu Qian ran with all their might, they were half a foot away. The entourage suddenly made a strange move, and the muscles and bones in his body were incredible twists. He just had to hook the reins with his legs and his whole body could concentrate on attacking Hu Qian. This ability is somewhat the same as yoga in later generations, but it is also a little different.

If you guess correctly, this should be a variant of yoga, or a kind of martial art combined with yoga. From the beginning, the prince had no intention of playing fairly. All of this should have been planned.

"Shameless, more shameless than me!" Chen Ao couldn't help but curse. Although he was shameless, he always took some face and knew shame, at least to find all kinds of reasons for himself. However, Prince Surya's shamelessness seemed to be justified, without any concealment. He could teach people to box when he said horse racing.

At this moment, the entourage had already run around Yuanhe, ran back to the starting point leisurely, got off his horse proudly, saluted Prince Surya, and stood behind the prince.

Prince Surya smiled and said, "In this game, Ni Bora won."

"Hmph, I dare to say that I am a successful attack on the Hu command post? It's true that he is a barbarian, shameless, and shameless." At this time, everyone was talking about it, and it was so shameless that the ministers could call him shameless. The barbarian, this prince, was considered a shameful prince. His face had been torn apart anyway. Any friendship and etiquette were all false words.

Prince Surya laughed and saluted to Zhao Ji in the distance, saying, "Your Majesty, have we said just now that as long as anyone can run from the beginning to the end, who will win, right? Why did the Song Dynasty regret it now?"

Several guards lifted Hu Ang up. Hu Ang was seriously injured and his face was pale as paper. Zhao Ji walked over to visit him in person. His face was terrible, but he ignored Prince Surya and said loudly: "Tell me that the Imperial Doctor, hurry up, help Hu Aiqing to recuperate."

When he turned around, Prince Surya continued, "Since the rules are determined so, what's wrong with the warriors of Nipola who accidentally touched the Great Song jockey in the middle? The Great Song Dynasty, since it claims to be a country of gentlemen and a country of the Celestial Empire, why dare not refuse to admit defeat? Could it be that the Great Song Dynasty cannot afford to lose?"

"Hmph!" Zhao Ji snorted coldly, still not speaking.

Everyone knows that this first game was indeed a loss; although the Nibharats were shameless, they did not break the rules.

But the one who was placed in front of Zhao Ji was the candidate for the second Marseille. Hu An was seriously injured and naturally could not play again. As for the others, who else had better equestrian skills than Hu An? Even if it was better, who could escape the strange body movements of the Nibharu people.

In the midst of silence, Chen Ao smiled happily and said to Yang Jian beside him: "Eunuch Yang, what reward will you give to share your worries under normal circumstances?"

"Reward?" Yang Jian was stunned for a moment, and then he understood and hurriedly said, "Young Master Chen is going to play horse racing with the Nibharu people?"

Chen Ao sneered: "Look, no one is here. When the Nibharu people see him, wouldn't they laugh at us as no one in the Song Dynasty? The students are powerless, but they have the passion of loyalty to the emperor and serving the country. How can they not stand up?"

Yang Jian frowned slightly and said, "Young Master Chen can do it?"

Chen Ao said modestly: "It will be a little bit."

Chen Ao is a literati. It is no longer easy to study horses. Is riding a skill good?

Yang Jian said worriedly: "Then Mr. Chen should be careful, the Ni Borah people are very hateful."

Chen Ao smiled and said, "Actually, the students are still very scared in their hearts, but if His Majesty simply rewards students with a BMW or something, the students will be afraid of nothing when they think of the saint's teachings in their minds."

Oh, it turns out that Mr. Chen wants a horse. Yang Jian smiled secretly in his heart. Seeing Chen Ao step out in a casual manner, he whispered: "Let the students come in this second horse racing."

Everyone was stunned and looked at Chen Ao. They only saw Chen Ao's thin body, but they suddenly became tall at this moment. Many people still felt that this person was unrestrained, but at this moment, they felt that this kid was not too bad. You know, racing horses with the Ni Bora people is not a joke. If they were attacked by them during the horse riding, they would definitely be either dead or injured. At this time, they would be very brave to volunteer.

Chen Ao cussed to Zhao Ji in the distance as if no one else, and said, "Your Majesty, please allow students to compete. The students are just a mere scholar. The ability to ride a donkey is not bad. As for riding a horse..." He shook his head and sighed: "The students who have sat on the carriage many times, are superb riding, but are limited to riding a donkey, not riding a horse. Then let the scholar with the lowest riding skills in the Song Dynasty compare with the warriors of the Nibora Kingdom to see who has the better riding skills!"

Riding a donkey... Everyone was speechless. Although the word "riding a donkey and riding a horse" has the same word "riding", the difference is too big.

There are a few people who are interested, but they seem to understand Chen Ao's words. This is called suppressing first and then rising, saying that he can only ride a donkey, so that he will not be embarrassed if he loses. But if he wins, it will prove that a scholar riding a donkey in the Song Dynasty is even more powerful than the warriors around Prince Nipola. Chen Ao is really digging traps all the time. If he says a word, he might wrap people in the next moment.

When Zhao Ji saw Chen Ao volunteering, he felt mixed emotions. Today, Prince Surya was so angry that he was already unhappy. This horse racing is very important. If he loses, he will not only be laughed at, but also suffers huge losses. At this time, he holds the mentality of being a dead horse as a living horse and says, "Aiqing Chen, be careful."

This advice is sincere and even adds a bit of emotion to Zhao Ji.

Chen Ao smiled and first called an imperial guard and whispered to the imperial guard. The imperial guard nodded repeatedly, but there was a little strangeness in his expression.

He asked someone to pull Hu's angry horse, Chen Ao pulled the horse's reins with one hand, stroked the horse's hair with the other, and then walked towards Prince Surya.

"Your Highness, will your entourage still play in the next game?"

Chen Ao's smile was so bright that he had absolutely no intention or deeds. He looked at Prince Surya sincerely.

Prince Surya sneered: "So what? Mr. Chen should be careful!"

Chen Ao smiled calmly and said, "Please tell your entourage and ask him to be careful and ride a donkey... Oh, when you don't ride a horse, you will inevitably do something insulting. However... the students are looking forward to the third game of His Royal Highness, and it would be great if they can compete with His Royal Highness."

Prince Surya snorted coldly and said, "I think I have to wait until Mr. Chen has the ability to defeat my entourage before saying these words!"

Chen Ao and the prince's entourage each turned on their horses and were ready. An eunuch sang loudly, and the two rushed out like arrows. Chen Ao rode his horse, but his horse was not vegetarian, and his strength was not as good as anger. In addition, the horse he sat down was not comparable to that of an Arab horse. Although the breed of Arab horses was excellent, it was not as good as a divine horse with pure bloodline. In an instant, Chen Ao quickly threw his opponent behind.

The cold wind blew on the surface, causing a slight pain. The long hair that was tied up floated up in the wind. At this moment, Chen Ao was surprisingly calm, and a buzzing sound of wind came from his ears, as if even his eardrum was about to be pierced.

"If you have the same trick, you will use the same trick again! Let's see how I deal with you." Chen Ao cursed in his heart, but he did not look back. His whole body was tense. The prince's entourage could launch a sneak attack at any time, and he might be knocked off the horse if he was accidentally killed.

Everyone held their breath, and suddenly, someone exclaimed: "Young Master Chen, be careful." This warning was because the opponent behind Chen Ao was repeated again, and it was still a move to deal with Hu Qian. His whole body began to twist at an incredible angle, especially the arm, which stretched forward and crossed the horse's head, and his movements were extremely strange.

A punch had already begun to hit Chen Ao's back heart, and the cold wind kept blowing, and the fist was nowhere near Chen Ao's body.

The spectators were anxious, and some even turned their eyes away and did not dare to look at the consequences of Chen Ao again. Even Zhao Ji's heart was beating in his throat at this moment, his face turned pale, and he growled: "If Chen Ao had something to do, I would rather not have this diplomatic relationship, too..."

But the next sentence was too late, and everyone was stunned, because Chen Ao took out a stick from somewhere in his palm. It was a stick, which was only as thick as a thumb, dark as a reflection of snow, and it looked like it was cast iron.

"This stick looks like the gun bar of an imperial guard." The person who spoke was an official from the Ministry of Works, who was responsible for supervising the construction of equipment. When he saw the thickness and length of the stick, he immediately recognized it.

The weapons of the Imperial Guards are of various types, one of which is called a short gun. The barrel of this gun is not made of wood, but cast iron. Although the gun body is short, its weight is not light.

Just when everyone was in a daze, a roar came out: "Hmph! If the turtle son doesn't learn well, he will attack someone and steal, and steal!"

As soon as this inexplicable roar fell, I heard the sound of metal hitting my muscles and bones, and then the slight sound of the bones shattered came out.

Everyone looked at it again with fear, but saw the iron rod hitting the arm that was approaching. The prince's entourage screamed in pain and quickly turned around and fell off the horse. The iron rod drew half an arc in the air, but it fell down hard again. This time it was not the arm, but the entourage's shoulder.

Bang...

Bang...

Those present were not great scholars who read scriptures. Again, the eunuch who walked in the palace all day long. At this time, when he heard the sound of metal and flesh colliding, he was stunned when he saw the cruel scene of the murderous crime.

The prince's entourage fell down immediately, his whole body was bruised, his face was distorted, and his beads of sweat were constantly falling. Obviously, there were more than one broken part of his body.

However, Chen Ao looked back and smiled, making people forget his cruelty all of a sudden. He rode his horse slowly, and there was a bit of leisurely riding a donkey. He slowly wandered around Yuanhe and returned to the starting point. After falling off the horse, he smiled and said, "I wonder if the prince, who won the second game?"

Prince Surya was stunned at first, but later he almost wanted to tear Chen Ao apart!

As for Chen Ao’s question, I don’t know if Prince Surya hasn’t reacted yet, and is still too cruel and Chen Ao, but he can’t answer it. According to the rules, Chen Ao is indeed the first to return to the finish line, but he actually brought an iron rod when racing the horse... However, this is just a matter of fact. Since you can fight each other during the horse racing process, what’s the point? But Prince Surya himself said that all he wants is the result, Chen Ao gave him such a result.
Chapter completed!