逐王水千丞 ZhuWang The Blood Crown novel by ShuiQianCheng English translation: Chapter 7

Ari’s warning: Uhhh.....don’t read this when you are eating, trust me…Nothing explicit happening between the 2 main characters, anyway, you’ll know when you read it xD

Emzie: Challenge accepted Ari XD

Yuan Sikong knew that Feng Ye had deliberately come to nitpick, but there was nothing he could do. Seeing that he turned sideways to dismount, he had to crawl over and kneel under the horse.

Feng Ye also naturally took Yuan Sikong's back as a mounting stone and jumped heavily onto him.

Yuan Sikong grunted, and his body sank down. He managed to hold on and didn’t fall.

Feng Ye jumped onto the ground and said arrogantly, "Treat it."

Only then did Yuan Sikong stood up and examined the horse. The Qin-Northwest mixed-blooded horse was very tall. He had to stand on his tiptoes to look at the horse's mouth and nose. Seeing that its nose was moist, and its mouth was dry, it did not appear to be in any serious condition. But seeing that its spirit was indeed listless, Feng Ye did not look like he was lying either.

He looked and walked around it once, and finally pressed his hand on the horse's belly to find out the answer. The horse's belly was bulging and hard. Obviously, it had build-up food that was not being excreted, hence the lack of appetite. He explained this to Feng Ye.

Feng Ye raised an eyebrow: "Is it constipation?"

"Yes, Your Little Highness."

"Can it be cured?"

"It can be cured. Just take a dose of herbal medicine with water, and it will naturally pass out the food in 4-6 hours."

"4-6 hours? I want to ride my horse now. It's too slow." Feng Ye looked at Yuan Sikong provocatively.

"Indigestion is a common and minor ailment that is insignificant. I think it is inappropriate to double the amount of medicinal soup for this purpose."

"I don't care. You have to heal it now." Feng Ye showed a naughty smile, "Otherwise, you shall be my horse, carry me on your back and run for 10 kilometers?"

Yuan Sikong cursed in his heart: I'll let you fall to your death first. But he still said humbly on the surface, "Don't be anxious, Your Little Highness, I have a method."

Feng Ye crossed his two short arms in front of his chest and was looking at him calmly, waiting for him to fail to cure it so that he would have a reason to punish him justifiably.

Yuan Sikong began to undress.

Feng Ye took a step back, "What are you doing?"

"Healing the horse."

Yuan Sikong took off his outer clothes, folded them, and put them in a dry place. He then went to the warehouse and took out a bucket of glycerine and an apron. He put the bucket of glycerine on the floor, put the apron on his body, and finally began to roll up his sleeves.

Feng Ye looked at him suspiciously.

Yuan Sikong rolled up his sleeves, scooped up a handful of glycerine with his hand and applied it to the horse's anal opening without changing his expression.

Feng Ye took two steps back. A hint of horror appeared on his face as he could see what Yuan Sikong was up to.

Yuan Sikong gently rubbed the horse's belly with his fist while softening the anal opening with glycerine, then calmly put his arm in a little.

Feng Ye's face turned white. His belly churned and he almost threw up.

Yuan Sikong glanced at him quietly. There was a trace of teasing smile hidden in the corners of his mouth. He still didn’t forget to say aloud: "Your Little Highness is impatient, so I have to use this crude method to make the horse expel the accumulated food. If you feel uncomfortable, please do not look at it, as you will be harming your precious body." As he said this, he poured more glycerine into that area.

"Cut the crap!" Feng Ye was angry and anxious, unwilling to look but unwilling to show his weakness, so he forced himself to look, "If I can't even look at this, how can I lead an army into battle in the future?!" He couldn't help but retched again and regretted coming here.

"What Your Little Highness said is extremely true, I admire you." When Yuan Sikong saw that it was almost done, he pulled out his filthy arm and took a few steps back.

The insides of that horse's abdomen churned, and soon the manure, mixed with a mess of diarrhea, spurted out of its anal opening with a violent poof for more than 3.33 meters.

Feng Ye could no longer hold back and vomited.

Yuan Sikong's cheeks were sore from holding in his laughter, and he felt extremely delighted.

While Feng Ye was throwing up, Yuan Sikong went to the warehouse to wash his hands. The first time he saw Xu Hu treat a horse like this, he was so disgusted that he almost vomited. After researching and treating horses, he had seen and tried even more disgusting things. Now, he felt undisturbed.

After using the soap to wash his hands carefully, he came out of the warehouse and put on his outer clothes. Seeing Feng Ye still squatting on the ground with his little, miserable white face and watery eyes, he suddenly felt sympathetic in his heart. After all, he was only an eight-year-old child. Did he bully him a bit too harshly? He walked over and squatted beside Feng Ye: "Little Highness, you..."

Feng Ye turned his head and took several steps back, as if he saw a ghost when he saw him: "Go away, don't come near me!"

Yuan Sikong pretended to be innocent, "Oh."

Feng Ye looked at his arm.

Yuan Sikong lifted it up and showed it, "It's clean."

"Your body stinks like hell!"

"Is that so?" Yuan Sikong smelled himself. It didn't seem to smell much anymore, and he didn't really care, "Would you like some water?"

"Where can I find water?"

"There's some in the warehouse, shall I go get it?"

"You stay here, I'll go on my own." Feng Ye glared at him in disgust, stood up, and ran to the warehouse.

Yuan Sikong sat down on the grass and intended to rest for a while. A pleasant light smile appeared on his face.

After a short while, Feng Ye came out. He probably fixed his appearance as he’s not looking as wretched as he had before.

Yuan Sikong said, "Your Little Highness, do you still want to ride the horse? Shall I help you get on the horse?"

"No, let it rest. It stinks like hell too." Feng Ye kicked a small stone on the ground towards his horse.

The horse nibbled the grass on the ground in a leisurely manner.

Feng Ye sat a diatance away from Yuan Sikong and grunted under his breath, "Say, what reward do you want?"

"Huh?" Yuan Sikong didn't catch what he said.

"I told you, there is a reward for healing it."

Feng Ye pouted. His little face was puffed up in anger, which was so cute that it reminded Yuan Sikong of Yuan Nanyu when he was a child. When they first met, they were also at this age. He said happily, "It is a blessing for me to share Your Little Highness’s worries, so I dare not ask for a reward."

"Don't pretend to be humble. I know you are not contented." Feng Ye flattened his mouth, "But cutting up a horse's corpse is against the law."

"I am aware of my crime." Yuan Sikong conceded defeat on the surface, but as Feng Ye had said, he was extremely discontented in his heart. What he regretted was that Feng Ye had caught him in the act and dragged Yuan Mao into it, not the disembowelment of the horse's corpse. In his opinion, this ban was pedantic and foolish. It seemed to be protecting the horse, but in fact it did more harm than good.

Feng Ye grunted lightly, "As for your attack on me, I will settle the score with you sooner or later."

"I am aware of that crime too. Your Little Highness can punish me as much as possible."

"If I punish you for this, it will look like I take advantage of my power to bully others. Just you wait, it won't be long before you're no match for me.”

"Naturally, a tiger father will not have a dog son*. Your Little Highness will be as powerful as King of Jingyuan in the future."

These words probably won Feng Ye's heart, and his face relaxed a little: "Hurry up and tell me what you want as a reward. Those who are in charge of orders must do what they say. Every order is executed without fail, then the subordinates will follow the example of their superiors. Only then can we become an army.”

When Yuan Sikong saw that Feng Ye was being serious, his gaze involuntarily turned to Feng Ye's horse. He gulped and thought to himself: This Qin horse is really exalted, handsome, gallant, and vigorous. If he could ride one, he wondered if he could feel the boldness of the Feng family's army as they traverse thousands of miles and attack the city.

Feng Ye saw through his thoughts, "You want to ride my horse?"

Yuan Sikong did not know if Feng Ye would be furious, so he did not dare to answer easily.

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

Yuan Sikong's eyes lit up, "Re…Really?"

"A real man’s word is worth nine sacred tripods*. What nonsense are you spouting!" He’s just a child who's only 133.2cm tall, yet he dared to call himself a real man, which seemed a bit comical, but Yuan Sikong clearly saw on Feng Ye's round face that he's got a trump card up his sleeves. When he said that Feng Ye would be as famous as Feng Jianping one day, it was not a complete flatter. That courage of a small beast that was not afraid of the gods and buddhas was like nature itself, which was deeply rooted in his blood and beyond his years.

Yuan Sikong got excited suddenly. He ran up to the horse, half crouched down and waited for Feng Ye to step on him.

Feng Ye came up and kicked him, "Go away, I can get on myself."

Only then did he realize that the horse's saddle was specially made. With two pairs of stirrups, one long and one short, and a harness on the side flap, it was obviously designed for Feng Ye and the adult to ride together.

Feng Ye grabbed the harness, lifted his body upwards, hung on to the saddle with his small hands, and then reached the stirrups with his feet. In the end, he literally climbed onto the horse on his own, which was much taller than him, with a deftness and dexterity that he had obviously practiced many times. With a faint smile, Yuan Sikong also got on the horse and sat behind Feng Ye, stepping on the other set of stirrups.

Feng Ye pulled on the reins, gave a strong tug, pressed from both sides of his legs, and shouted, "Go!"

The horse trotted off.

Zhao Dayou's horse farm was the best in Liaodong with a vast expanse of grassland. Although it was covered with snow in winter, it was still full of long green and yellow grass. When the wind blew from the north, it pushed away layers of ripples. The horse ran as if floating on azure waves. The sky was high, and the water was wide. It was incomparably free.

Feng Ye was too young to ride the horse too fast due to his height, so Yuan Sikong simply took the reins from him, waved the horsewhip and yelled, "Go!"

Stimulated, the horse threw out its hooves and ran wildly. Its four hooves were blending, and its long mane was flying as if it was about to turn into a dragon with the wind in the next second.

Feng Ye laughed happily, "Faster! Fly up!"

Yuan Sikong was very good at controlling the horse. It ran fast and steadily. He imagined himself in armor and helmet, galloping across the vast and fertile land of Liaodong, his hometown. This vast, boundless, and fertile land was his hometown. Despite suffering from the trampling of the Jin cavalry, his hometown still stood firm and refused to bend its back!

Feng Ye pointed ahead, imitating the example of the adults, and shouted, "CHARGE!!!"

Yuan Sikong followed suit and shouted, "CHARGE!!!"

Charge! Kill all the rebels who had stained our mountains and rivers. Kill all the barbarians who had invaded our Central Plains!

One horse and two young boys galloped under the blood-curdling sunset, as far as the sky could go.

It was not until they were tired of running that they returned to the stables, where the imperial bodyguards swarmed around them, obviously looking for Feng Ye.

A young man wearing a black-colored suit embroidered with dark patterns of flying fish was also among them. He had a sword on his waist and a beautiful jade crown. His appearance was quite similar to Feng Ye's. He was handsome and has the appearance of an immortal. He should be respected and not offended.

"Elder Brother!" Feng Ye was so excited from playing that he waved his little arms happily on the horse.

Not daring to neglect, Yuan Sikong hurriedly jumped off his horse and knelt on the ground, "Greetings to Shizi*."

This man was Feng Jianping's eldest son, Feng Lie, who had been crowned King of Jingyuan's Shizi by His Majesty a few years ago.

Feng Lie had a faint smile on his face, "Get up." At the same time, he stepped forward.

Feng Ye jumped down from his horse and pounced straight into Feng Lie’s arms.

Feng Lie feigned anger and said: "Where did you go again? I couldn't even find you."

"I went horse riding!" Feng Ye's little face was pink from the cold wind, "Why did you come to the horse farm too, elder brother?"

"To have a look around." Feng Lie pinched Feng Ye's little face, "It's so cold. Is Ye'er freezing?"

Feng Ye shook his head, "I'm not cold." He pushed Feng Lie’s chest and whispered, "Elder brother, put me down quickly." He sneaked a glance at Yuan Sikong, obviously not wanting to be carried in his arms like an obedient child.

Feng Lie didn't expose him and put him down, "You've had fun all day. Go back and eat."

"Oh." Feng Ye gave Yuan Sikong another look.

Feng Lie said curiously, "Is he the boy that dissected a horse corpse and fought with you that day?"

Yuan Sikong prostrated even lower.

Feng Ye gave a light hum, which was considered a tacit acknowledgment.

Feng Lie couldn't help but laugh, "Hmm, you've become friends again? Indeed, no discord, no concord.”

"Who's friends with him?" Feng Ye said grumpily.

"I wouldn't dare." Yuan Sikong said quickly.

Feng Ye rolled his eyes, "Elder brother, let's go back."

"So, are you still coming to the horse farm to play tomorrow?"

"... We’ll talk about that tomorrow."

Only when the Feng brothers had walked far away did Yuan Sikong lift his head and heaved a sigh of relief.