Chapter 109

In the south suburb hunting ground, Yu Qingyu stands with a row of horses, which is very conspicuous. The color of silver with gold is shining in the sun, which dazzles the eyes of a group of people.

The emperor sat on the high platform, looked down at a row of horses, squinting. On the left sat his sons, on the right sat a row of Russian emissaries, headed by a tall blue eyed man with a high nose. At the moment, his eyes also looked at the row of horses.

Among the Russian emissaries, a slightly shorter man with bulging muscles came out and spoke a string of Russian. The translator quickly translated the words.

The emperor laughed a few times and said, "you are right. These horses are for you to choose at will, but some horses are my son's horses. It's your business to train or not." The implication is that if you choose a good horse and you can't ride it, I can't blame you.

The man who spoke went to Yu Qingyu and said, "I'll pick this horse."

Ten Prince suddenly stood up: "no, this is my horse, you pick another."

The man did not give in, saying that he had taken a fancy to the horse. His horse training skills were among the best in their country. The Qing Dynasty was not afraid of losing, so he did not dare to let him choose this horse?

Hearing this, all the princes were worried. If he really trained this hard-working BMW, their chances of winning were smaller.

A lot of Prince's eyes swept at Yu Qingyu, hoping that he could be more competitive and not be tamed by the tsarists.

Yu Qingyu blinked his eyes at the empty sky, which reassured him. The tenth prince was a little worried and gave him a sneer: "it's not my prince who won't let you ride. I'm afraid of you Be killed by a fall Finally, these words are full of provocation.

After listening to the translation, the short man was very angry. He wanted to prove to everyone that he had the ability to control the horse, and he promised that the process of taming the horse would not exceed half an hour, so he led Yu Qingyu to the racecourse.

Kangxi coldly hooked the corners of his mouth. He remembered that the horse was still offered by Mongolia. So many good horsemen on the Mongolian side had not trained this horse. His ten sons did not know how to get the green eyes of this horse. He did not believe that the Tsarist emissary could tame the horse in half an hour.

Yu Qingyu looked at the short man in front of her, and her thoughts had already spread to the sky.

What position should he use to throw him down in a moment? Did it destroy his face or his eggs?

I also heard that foreign people are hanging up, and I don't know if it's true. He only listened to other people's discussions. After a while, the man sat on his back and didn't know whether he could feel his size. He was a little expectant

Suddenly, her back sank, and Yu Qingyu came back from her reverie. A glimmer of excited light flashed in her eyes, and she ran quickly.

Sleeping trough! He even forgot the saddle. He couldn't feel any sense of being close to human skin. Naturally, he couldn't feel the size of the saddle. Who invented the saddle? Bad comment!

Yu Qingyu was upset. One of them raised his front hooves, raised his head and hissed. He stood up and supported the weight of his whole body with two hind legs. He was determined to lift down the Tsarist.

The short man held the reins tightly in his hands, and his two legs were forcefully holding Yu Qingyu's horse belly, which made him very uncomfortable.

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