Chapter 23 first quarter

Three months later, Hokuriku ushered in its spring. The wind brought moisture and warmth from the Chuliao Sea.The huge ice armor cracked, snow water flowed from the cracks, the land that had been silent for a long time was exposed to the sun again, and the fresh air was breathed heartily. The green spring water surges along the undulating grasslands to the horizon. Creeper chrysanthemums were the first to bloom.It is said to be a chrysanthemum, but it is actually a weed. It crawls on the ground and blooms small bright yellow flowers, which are most resistant to desert and cold.As long as they have roots, they are immortal. When spring comes, two slender flower stems emerge from the leaf axils, and small bright yellow five-petal flowers bloom.

Shuofang was originally the place where climbing chrysanthemum bloomed the most in Hanzhou. It was like a mountain of flowers and a sea of ​​flowers. Overwhelming the green of the horse grass, the tender yellow flowers stretched all the way to the sky, forming a huge flower field that could not be seen. . More than 50 years ago, Emperor Fengyan of the Eastern Land who shocked the entire barbarian people also evacuated Shuofangyuan in April in early spring.At that time, the sun shone on the grassland, the wind flowed against the earth, and thousands of small yellow flowers swayed, covering the dead bones left by the cruel war in the severe winter.

The vast grassland seems to be covered with a layer of golden sunlight. "Is it the gold of the barbarians?" Emperor Fengyan said before riding his horse away, "The vitality of this land is far from exhausted." The barbarians always have an inexplicable feeling for the creeping chrysanthemum. In the bright April, when young people who are eager to try put the wild fox fur outside the tent of the girl in Huaichun, the girl's parents often treat it as if No, let them secretly jump on the back of the horse and run on the grassland cuddling together. Two horses, one black and one white, galloped down the grassy slope.The traces of horses stepping on yellow flowers are like two sword lights, piercing the silence of spring.

Both of them were young ponies, their chests were quite broad, their manes were strong and their legs were thin, and their muscles trembled like water waves when they galloped.The knight on horseback is also a young man, aged twelve or thirteen years old, wearing a sleeveless soft armor made of fox fur, which is the favorite clothing of rich barbarian children. The youngsters held their bows, their hands were off the reins, and they sat calmly on the violently ups and downs of the horses. The fine yellow flowers were kicked up by the horses' hooves, and they fluttered down, like light yellow snow blowing up behind the horses.The two riders competed forward and back and forth suddenly, and their riding skills were comparable.

The hornbows held by the teenagers are two and a half feet long, and the sandalwood back is made of beef tendon as the strings. It is a large bow standard used by adults.Spike arrows were set on the bowstring, and both of them followed the little white thing in front of them, bouncing and bouncing, looming among the yellow flowers and green grass nearly a foot high, zigzag flexibly and galloping. There are only twenty or thirty feet away from the prey, and the eyes are wide open.The little thing also knows the crisis, and he bumps around and wants to avoid it, but after all, he is not as fast as a horse.The young man on the white horse slammed his mount, and the white horse neighed and kicked hard, surpassing the black horse by half a length in an instant.At this moment, he opened his arms, drew his horn bow fully, and the black-edged arrowhead gleamed coldly in the sunlight.The young samurai on the black horse was in a hurry, and he clamped his mount hard.The black horse rallied and got ahead of the white horse again.The boy on the black horse slanted, blocking his companion's view.He only had a momentary chance, but the momentary advantage was enough. He pulled out the horn bow with all his strength, and the arrow locked the prey that jumped up suddenly.

A piercing whistle sounded behind him! "It's an arrow!" The boy on the black horse felt a chill in his heart, turned his head and looked up at the sky involuntarily.A figure was on top of his head, covering the glare of the sun, and the sun was coated with a layer of dazzling golden light around the figure, so brilliant that it was impossible to look at. "Bazaar!" The boy on the black horse called out his companion's name. Baza jumped up from the saddle, stepped on the saddle bridge, drew his bow and released an arrow.Worthy of his nickname of "Eagle-eyed Man", the bowstring snapped, and the feathered arrow disappeared like a meteor, nailing the jumping prey back into the grass.

When Bazaar landed, he didn't stop, and quickly chased after him. He grabbed the grass and grabbed the little thing that was hit by the arrow.It was a small white rabbit, whose body was covered with chalk, making it even more conspicuous. Although it was hit by an arrow, it still struggled with its two front paws. The arrow pierced through its small round tail and did not hurt its vitals. "It's mine! I shot it first, brother, you lose again!" After shooting the rabbit, Baza's excitement was written all over his face.He picked up the two ears of the rabbit and danced there, imitated the crab walk, and made funny faces at his brother.

His elder brother Baloo caught the black horse and cast a glance at him, displeased, but there was nothing he could do. Balu and Baza are the two sons of Ba Bang, the general of Qingyang. Dong Luwen's names are Tie Yan and Tie Ye, and they are only one year apart in age.Both of them are the bravest among the noble children. Balu is good at swords and horses, but when riding and shooting, his younger brother Baza is more flexible and flexible. Baloo and his younger brother shoot hunting competitions, and they always lose more than they win. Just now, blocking his younger brother's sight was already cheating, but his younger brother fired arrows in the air, and the arrows were equally flawless.He knew in his heart that he was far behind in riding and shooting, but he refused to admit it.

"Isn't it just shooting the rabbit, when have you ever won a knife competition?" Baloo muttered. Bazaar ran back to his white horse, squinted one eye and stuck out his tongue at him: "Yak yak." Balu has a burly figure, full of brute strength, but inflexible, and has a nickname of "yak", which Baza always uses to laugh at his brother, and never tires of it. "You!" Baloo suddenly raised his head and stared at his younger brother. He was not as smart as Bazaar, and sometimes he would get angry when he could not stand being bullied, and he would grab his younger brother on the ground and beat him up.Bazaar was also a little afraid that he would get angry, so he covered his mouth: "Don't say it, don't say it."

Balu suddenly felt a little uneasy, and looked around: "Strange, where is the prince? Where did the prince go?" Bazaar was also stunned for a moment, thinking of this: "Well, it's strange, just now I was riding behind, but now I can't see the shadow." Baloo urged his horse to rush up to the nearby grassy slope to look around, circling around restlessly.You can see four or five miles from here, but there is no one in the yellow grassland.Baloo's complexion gradually changed, turning livid.Bazaar was a little scared and didn't dare to make a sound. "But you said that today you look at Shizi, and you know how to be strong!" Balu finally got angry, and pushed his brother off the horse with hatred, "What's the big deal about shooting a rabbit, and Shizi is gone?" Now, what can we do?"

Bazaar fell into the creeping chrysanthemums, it didn't hurt, he didn't dare to refute, he scratched his head and muttered in a low voice: "My son, my son, it sounds nice, sooner or later he will be destroyed by the majesty. He is just a child like us , if you lose yourself, you will come back, who will harm him?"