On Ba, the vast fields of crops were green and lush. When the wind blew, there was a rustling sound. The rustling sound was soft and pleasing to the ear. The light and fresh fragrance of the plants went straight into the heart and spleen along with the rustling sound, making people feel comfortable from the inside out.
Yang Fan stood on the ridge of the fields and gazed into the distance. Next to him was an old elm tree, under which his little Arabian beauty was calmly grazing.
The purebred Arabian horse was the royalty of horses, and its physique was also the most beautiful. It had a handsome head, a broad forehead, short ears, bright and spirited eyes, a long neck, a round buttocks, well-developed muscles, and tough hooves. Regardless of the color of its fur, its skin was black.
The Arabian horse possessed astonishing speed and endurance. In six hours, it could run two hundred and fifty li. This was a true divine steed that could travel one thousand li in a single day. Moreover, it had a gentle temperament, sharp intelligence, and a rather high intelligence. It could easily understand its master's intentions.
For example, right now, its reins were not tied. With a single order from Yang Fan, it docilely circled around the old elm tree, nibbling at the weeds beneath it. The lush green sprouts were just a few steps away, but it would not take a single step closer.
Even in Dashi, purebred Arabian horses were considered treasures. Their owners would often bring them into their tents for protection. They only used female horses and did not trust foals. They only kept a small number of male foals for breeding. They would never mix their blood, much less sell them.
Abdullah had not been bragging. The gift he had given to Yang Fan this time was truly priceless. Even one thousand beautiful female slaves would not necessarily be willing to exchange their own Arabian steed for it.
In the distance, a woman rode over. She was dressed in a snow-white robe, a silver-white sash tightly wrapped around her slender waist. As the horse galloped, the female rider straightened her back and shoulders, her slender waist swaying gracefully as she straddled the saddle, exuding an enchanting rhythm.
When she got close, the woman tugged on the reins, and the maroon horse reared up. With a long neigh, the horse's hooves stomped heavily against the ground. Before the horse's hooves touched the ground, the female rider dismounted, her pearl-white, pointed satin boots firmly planted on the grass.
"Ah Lang!"
Gu Zhuting happily called out to Yang Fan. Her pretty face was flushed. Perhaps it was because she ran too fast, but it was not impossible to see Yang Fan's excitement. The blush made her face look even more beautiful.
She really hadn't seen Yang Fan for a long time. At first, it was because she was too busy. Too many things had piled up in the days when she was not at Ba's. Later, it was because Wan 'er, from Shanghai, had come to Chang' an.
Compared to Xiaoman and Anu, she only felt that Xiaoman and her Langjun were childhood sweethearts, and Anu was younger and more talented than her. As for Shanghai Wan'er, she could only look up to her.
In terms of background, she was the daughter of an aristocratic family. In terms of status, she was the female prime minister. In terms of talent and learning, she was the head of the Hall of History and the Hanlin Academy. She was the most talented woman in the world. In terms of fame, the difference between the two was like heaven and earth. Gu Zhuting's sensitive feelings of inferiority intensified. She felt ashamed of her inferiority and did not dare to meet him.
Yang Fan gradually understood. He knew that she was deliberately delaying and did not dare to leave Ba's side. Moreover, Wan'er also wanted to meet this sister. Therefore, Yang Fan took the opportunity to ride the horse and came to Ba's side. However, he did not go to Ba's town. Instead, he waited in the fields. When Gu Zhuting received the news, she hurried over.
Yang Fan smiled and said, "Seeing you ride a horse is a wonderful enjoyment. I admit that my horsemanship is not bad, but compared to you, I can't look at it."
"My horsemanship is only average. How can it be compared to Ah Lang …"
Gu Zhuting smiled bashfully. Just as she was about to reply modestly, she suddenly saw the Arabian horse grazing under the old elm tree. She could not help but exclaim. She hurriedly covered her mouth. Her beautiful almond-shaped eyes stared at the Arabian horse with dark green satin hair. She could not bear to look away.
Yang Fan whistled. The horse immediately trotted to his side and rubbed its nose intimately against him. Yang Fan stroked the horse's mane. He smiled at Gu Zhuting and said, "What do you think of this horse?"
Gu Zhuting nodded her head. She walked over and circled the horse twice. She asked doubtfully, "This is … an Arabian horse?"
Yang Fan did not know much about horses. This time he rode a fine horse out of the city. Although he felt that this horse was fast and stable, as swift as the wind, it was indeed different from ordinary horses. But because he did not know much about horses, he did not think that it was anything extraordinary. Hearing Gu Zhuting's words, he could not help but ask, "You recognized it?"
Gu Zhuting nodded and said, "In the past, during the sixtieth birthday of Tang Zhenkai, the Governor of Youzhou, Old Master Cui tried to buy an Arabian horse as a birthday gift. Governor Tang was overjoyed and from then on, he regarded it as a treasure. However, Old Grandfather Cui's horse is a little mixed in color. It is not as beautiful as this horse. "
Yang Fan knew that the Youzhou Governor's Office governed six provinces: Youzhou, Yi, Yan, Northern Yan, Ping and Tan. It had great military power and was a high official in the north. Fanyang Lu Clan, Qinghe Cui Clan and the other great clans of Shandong relied heavily on him. For the Tang Governor's birthday, the great clans of Shandong would probably give him lavish gifts.
During Yang Fan's wedding, he had seen Xue Huaiyi and Princess Taiping compete in wealth. The gifts given by the two could be considered priceless. Moreover, the great clans of Shandong had a thousand years of history and relied heavily on the Youzhou Governor. With the intention to win him over, the gifts given by the Governor would definitely be better than what he received. However, the Tang Governor's gift of an Arabian horse showed how valuable it was.
Only now did Yang Fan understand how valuable this horse was. This gift from Abdullah could not be said to be insignificant. Recalling how he was displeased when Abdullah interrupted his wedding, Yang Fan could not help but feel guilty. "When Abdullah returns from Arabia, I must offer him a banquet as an apology."
Yang Fan saw that Gu Zhuting had been staring at the precious horse, as if she couldn't bear to part with it, so he smiled and said, "Let's try riding it."
Gu Zhuting pointed at her own nose in surprise and asked, "Me?"
Yang Fan smiled and said, "Of course it's you."
Gu Zhuting hurriedly shook her head and said, "No, no, no. This is Ah Lang's beloved horse. How could I dare to ride it?"
Yang Fan whispered, "It's just a horse. The one I want to ride is you!"
Gu Zhuting's pretty face immediately turned red. Although Ren Wei and the others had very consciously retreated when the two of them saw each other, there was no need to worry about this flirtatious words being heard by others. However, her face was still very tender, and she was so embarrassed that her face was completely red. Her pair of big watery eyes were wet.
Seeing her embarrassment, Yang Fan did not continue teasing her. He smiled and said, "Come, try riding it. Horses are meant to be ridden."
"But this is a horse …"
"A horse is also a horse. No matter how good a horse is, it is not as precious as you in my heart. Are you saying that a man is not as precious as a horse?"
Gu Zhuting bit her lips and nodded lightly. She pulled the horse over and leaped lightly onto its back. Her slender waist and long legs were in perfect proportion. The moment she sat on the horse, her fine silk trousers tightened around her thighs, revealing her smooth and round curves.
Especially when her legs were clamped tightly around the horse's abdomen, her thighs tightened. Yang Fan looked at that graceful curve and thought about the feeling of such a pair of round, slender, firm, and smooth thighs clamped around his waist. Little Er actually shook its head and wagged its tail. Recently, Yang Fan had really been extremely dissatisfied with his desires.
Fortunately, Gu Zhuting kicked the horse's belly and with a light shout, the horse shot forward like an arrow, saving Yang Fan from making a fool of himself. Arabian horses are not only adept at long-distance running, they are also as fast as the wind in short sprints. Gu Zhuting's equestrian skills are superb. Even though it is her first time riding this horse, she is able to control it with ease.
Riding on the back of such a fine horse, she does not feel the slightest jolt. It is as though she is flying in the air. The four hooves of the horse seem to be floating in the air, calm and agile. From afar, Yang Fan and the rest could see that Gu Zhuting's movements are no longer as obvious. It is as though she has become one with the horse and shot into the distance like an arrow.
Gu Zhuting left quickly and returned just as quickly. In a short moment, she disappeared from everyone's sight, but in the blink of an eye, she flew back, arriving in front of Yang Fan. Gu Zhuting pulled on the reins, the horse did not raise its hooves or whinny, it did not move much, but steadily stopped there, and Gu Zhuting's hair that was thrown straight behind her slowly floated down.
Yang Fan raised his finger and praised, "Good! It is indeed a good horse! Your equestrian skills are good as well. From now on, it belongs to you. "
Gu Zhuting had just dismounted from the horse. Upon hearing these words, she was shocked and said, "No no no, this horse … is too valuable."
When Old Master Cui gifted the Arabian horse to the Tang Governor, Gu Zhuting was one of the escorts. She saw with her own eyes that General Zhao Huan of the Andong Protectorate offered four Xinluo beauties, a pair of Goryeo twin sisters, two blonde Slavic female slaves with skin whiter than snow and three Goryeo pearls in exchange for the horse. However, the offer was flatly rejected by the Tang Governor.
It is said that after Tang Shouxing obtained the horse, he treated the horse even better than his own son. He personally washed and fed the horse and did not allow anyone to interfere. Because the horse came and went freely in the backyard, one of his most beloved concubines was startled by the horse. She whipped the horse once and was beaten half to death by the Tang Governor. She was then thrown into the washing room to become a female slave.
Now, Yang Fan did not even think about it and gave such a precious horse to her. In Yang Fan's eyes, this was just a horse. No matter how rare it was, it was still an animal. However, in Gu Zhuting's heart, there was an indescribable feeling. Gu Zhuting's heart was agitated and her eyes reddened. She was on the verge of tears.
Yang Fan looked at her flattered and grateful look and couldn't help but find it funny and funny. He thought that after getting along with her for this period of time, she had already dispelled her inferiority complex. He didn't expect that this woman was still like this. It was really not easy to correct a deep-rooted concept.
Yang Fan gently embraced her shoulder and said in a gentle voice, "It is just a horse. There is no need to be like this. Even you are mine. Isn't your horse also my horse? Just take it that you are helping me take care of it. When I want to ride it, I can still ride it. "
Gu Zhuting hugged Yang Fan's sturdy waist and said softly, "En!" She sniffed and said softly, "I am also willing to be ridden by Ah Lang. Ah Lang can ride me whenever you want."
Yang Fan's half dead little brother suddenly felt hot blood rushing to his head. It immediately stood up like a flagpole. He really wanted to get on the horse and ride her away like the wind, but... looking at the guards standing on the ridge of the field, they were an eyesore.
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