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Fearing that the horse would run wild and hurt people, Wang Jing hurried to pull the reins, groaning twice, calmed down the black horse, and tightened the rope to pull it back.

The black horse likes to play tricks, leaning back and sticking its hooves, no matter how hard you try, it will never go back.

The horseman next to him helped to pull, and the two strong men pulled hard together, the reins were strangled tightly, the black horse whined in pain, and white gas came out of its nostrils, but it just refused to move a step.

Han Donglin's eyes were heavy, his thin lips were pursed tightly, he probably couldn't bear it, he stepped forward slowly, and motioned for him to give him the reins.

"A fierce horse is not afraid of the whip, the more you push it, the more stubborn it will be."

Wang Jing and the horse watcher had seen his horse taming skills today, so they trusted him and handed him the rope.

"Then trouble Master Han, but this horse has a weird temper, Master Han must be careful." Wang Jing thanked, staring at the black horse wholeheartedly, for fear that it would go crazy.

Han Donglin hummed. He looked at the horse from a distance for a while, and then approached. His white and slender hands stroked the horse's neck. Gradually, it became quiet from restlessness, and it did not pant like before.A horse is a very spiritual animal. It bowed its head and swept Han Donglin with its tail.

Han Donglin patted it on the head to show his response, and took the rein to walk to its stable. The weird-tempered beast flicked the horse's hooves and followed him obediently.

In fact, he saw Luo Yu from a distance, and he kept in mind how Luo Yu stood out for him yesterday, but because of his thin skin, he didn't take the initiative to say hello. Now that he came up to him, he was startled and nodded slightly.

"Thank you, Young Master Han." Wang Jing said, this beast is wild and difficult to tame, so it is still in the same batch of horses in the stable. The bay red horse was newly moved to this stable last month, and the black horse will come to it when it finds an opportunity. go there.

"No need." Han Donglin said in a deep voice, it was getting late, and he had to hurry back to the city, "Today there is Lao Wang's owner, and he will lead the horse in three days."

"Success, Lao He, send off Young Master Han." Wang Jing replied, he also wanted to teach Luo Yu.

Lao He, the horse watcher, was about to respond, but was preempted by Luo Yu: "It happens that I also want to go back to the city, let's go together."

Wang Jing was surprised. He just came here and started studying after the racecourse closed.He looked embarrassingly at the face of the butler next to him, and when he saw the butler nodding, he wisely shut up.

The Han family treated Han Donglin no differently from the servants. It was not a good feeling to come here to choose a horse, to be alone, or to walk, in the wind and snow.Han Donglin hesitated a little. He was wearing thin clothes. The cold wind blowing from the pine forest was like a knife, and it hurt his face. His throat rolled, and after a long while, he said in a voice like a mosquito, "Thank you."

Due to the nature of a young man, he and Luo Yu are about the same age, but they are very different. One is pampered and well-clothed, while the other is dependent on others and has a lot of money. Standing together, the contrast is stark. Teenagers are the time when self-esteem is the strongest. People give a little gift, and feel embarrassed while being grateful.

Luo Yu's performance in the school was too impulsive, and if he acted too hastily, things backfired. He knew Han Donglin. break your neck.He hid in the dark and waited for an opportunity. When he took power for the first time, he took an imperial decree and ransacked the Huaixi Palace. More than a hundred people from the Han family were beheaded in the market. He didn't even blink.

After getting into the carriage, Han Donglin sat cramped in a corner, with his chest straightened and his eyes looking out of the carriage.

Luo Yu peeked at him from the corner of his eye, in just a few days, he lost weight again, his bones were like bamboo poles, his hands were red and swollen, and he had many chilblains.

Luo Yu handed him the warm hand stove: "Bletilla striata can cure chilblain, grind it into powder, soak it soft and apply it externally."

Hearing this, Han Donglin subconsciously retracted his hands into his sleeves.

The space in the car was small, and the situation became extremely dull, Luo Yu pulled out his hand, forced the stove to him, and said: "Your father and my father are colleagues, and they have been kind to the Luo family."

The implication is that being kind to you is a kindness, and it should be.

During his lifetime, General Han was upright, upright and upright, and had always been distinct from Luo Chengnan, a school of power-players, so there was no kindness for him, it was just coaxing him.

Hearing him talking about General Han, Han Donglin was finally moved, there was warmth in his indifferent eyes, he moved his lips, the words reached his throat, and swallowed hard.

Luo Yu opened the drawer, and there was a small nanmu table in the middle of the car. He took out two plates of pastries and a pot of tea. The jade pot was crystal clear and had an excellent heat preservation effect. After a long time, the tea was still hot.

"Have a sip of tea." Luo Yu poured the tea and pushed the cup towards him, "In the next day's trials, do you choose the essay test or the martial arts test?"

After all, if you live more than twenty years, you can get along better, find a topic to talk about, and it's easy to get closer.

There are two kinds of selection competitions: the literary test of poetry and poetry, and the military test of capturing the flag. Students can choose according to their own situation, choose one or both. The time is staggered, divided into half a day in the morning and afternoon.

"Martial arts test." Han Donglin replied, he doesn't like to talk, he can say one word but never two, he is taciturn, and there is a cold and evil spirit all over his body.

Unexpectedly, he was admitted to Yingtian Academy first in the written test. Luo Yu thought he would definitely choose the essay test.

But think about it, Liu Ruitang is the chief examiner of the literary examination, and the fact that Liu Ruitang came out of the mountain for him is widely known in the academy, perhaps to avoid suspicion.

Luo Yu is very self-aware. He took part in the literary test at his level, and he was afraid that he would piss off the examiner. He took the martial test properly. The competition is relatively less.

"Me too." Luo Yu said, and so did Han Qingyun, they are all relatives, and the academy's assessment is especially strict. Finding someone to replace them and cheating will not work, you have to rely on yourself, and the martial arts test is the only way out.

At that time, Han Qingyun's faction will definitely trip Han Donglin, Luo Yu has his own plan, and these turtle grandsons will have to give them some trouble when the time comes.

Han Donglin minded that he was Han Qingyun's companion, so he didn't want to discuss this further, so he drank hot tea and ended the topic.

"At the garden party after the trials, we are short of people, do you want to join us?" Luo Yu asked again, and finally added, "There is no Han Qingyun."

The so-called garden party, freshmen invite each other to enjoy the garden, and the classmates are familiar with each other, usually in groups of twos and threes, but since ancient times, the disdain of officials and the profit-seeking merchants are conspired by, and the merchants look down on the poor in coarse linen, with clear boundaries, generally in their own class team up.Like Han Donglin, the sons of officials are unwilling to approach, merchants and ordinary people dare not approach, so they can only work alone. After all, a king with a different surname who has no real power is also a king, so why offend Huaixi Wang Shizi because of him.

Han Donglin was indifferent. He thought of that year when the frontier was in an emergency. His father asked for orders to guard the border overnight. When he left, he didn't see their mother and son. This battle lasted for two years. It is a red lacquered coffin. When a person dies, he will gradually be forgotten. There are only a handful of people who have paid homage to his father in these years. His great fame and achievements in his lifetime have all been wiped away. Who remembers Han who served the country and the people? Where is the general?

He seemed to glance at Luo Yu unintentionally. He was dressed in expensive bright red clothes, with precious jade on his waist, soap horn boots, and a good white fox fur coat.

I have heard that the young master of the prime minister's mansion is domineering, perverse and ruthless, and will gouge people's eyes if he looks at him more than once. He hates poor people like them the most, but now he has no reason to show affection to him. Why?

Such a high-ranking person, he can't bear to be invited by such a high-ranking person.

"My mother is sick and needs to be taken care of, so she can't participate in the garden party. Young Master Luo kindly accepts it." He refused, not deliberately lying, his mother was indeed ill, and the uncle's family never cared about their mother and child, and lost three taels of silver every month That's it.

"I hope Auntie is safe." Luo Yu said, "When you are free, you can often come to Xiang's residence."

He wanted to say that he was going to visit Han's mother, but he was afraid that Han Donglin would think that he had ulterior motives, so he changed his mind.

After finishing speaking, he immediately added: "I'm very poor in my homework, and I can't understand many books. You are knowledgeable and full of knowledge. I want to ask you for advice."

This sentence is still weird, calling people to my mansion and asking for advice.

"Or I'll come to you."

"Young master Luo praises you. If you have any questions, just ask them in the training hall." Han Donglin opened his lips, a few strands of black hair wrapped around his ears and neck, drawing out his handsome side face, "Ask more about Master Liu, Master is really talented and practical, really serious Knowledgeable and knowledgeable.”

The meaning of euphemistic refusal.

Luo Yu hummed twice, he didn't pay attention to listen just now, and caused the person in front of him to lose his eyes. This person is really good-looking, with bright eyes and sparse eyebrows. He leaned against the carriage window and secretly glanced at him. In two years, the boy's body has grown, and even Wushuang, who is known as the first son, is inferior to him. If he stops on the street, he can see that his girls can fill the entire Chang'an Avenue.

Thinking he understood, Han Donglin tilted his head indifferently, and looked out of the car window. The world was covered in silver, the snow reflected the moonlight, and the ground was slightly bright.

The carriage drove steadily into the city, turned around the quiet streets and alleys, and arrived at Huaixi Prince's Mansion.

The butler knocked on the car door, opened the curtain, and said respectfully, "Master Han, we're here."

Han Donglin nodded, got out of the car, and thanked him.

The housekeeper sent him to the door: "It's getting late, Master Han should rest early after returning home."

Then he returned to the carriage, flicked the whip, and the horse ran fast.

Luo Yu opened a corner of the curtain, looked back, the man knocked on the door, but no one answered, standing alone in front of the tall red door.