Chapter 57: Horse trap

On the grassland three miles northwest of Rehe Palace, by the river.

Cao Yong stood there, his eyes not knowing where he was. He chewed the dry and hard jerky in his mouth, and tried hard to swallow it, but he couldn't know the taste.

Suddenly, the sixteenth prince raised his voice and shouted to him, "Cao Yong, Cao Yong, look over there!"

Cao Yong came back to his senses, patted his forehead, and warned himself to forget that it had been three hundred years apart, and there was nothing else that could not be let go. He followed the sixteenth prince's hand and saw a large group of horses squirming at a slow speed on the shore of the upstream. Some people were riding a horse with long poles and following the front and back.

The sixteenth prince's eyes shone and pulled Cao Yong excitedly, "The wild horses must be the wild horses, it seems like they are going to trap a horse!!! Go quickly, go quickly, let's go over and take a look!"

Cao Yong only watched Mongolian horse traps on TV in his previous life. In this life, he followed his escorts outside the border for more than half a month, but this was the first time he saw this scene. He also wanted to go over and see the world. At that moment, the two of them rode their horses and ran towards the side of the horses.

When there were two or three hundred meters away from the horses, Cao Yong and the Sixteenth Prince pulled the horse reins at the same time and strangled the horse. There was no high ground nearby. Only by stretching the distance could you see clearly. This is the best place to see the fun.

The horse riders were all strong Mongolian men. They were divided into two teams and scattered around the wild horse group, gradually forming a trend of surrounding. They waved the long pole in their hands and whistled slowly to drive the wild horse group that had slowed down together.

The wild horses were led by the most powerful male horse. The adult male horses protected each other with two wings. The female horses behind the palace protected the foal in the community. At this time, the horses seemed to have understood that their ethnic group was in a trap, standing alertly in front of the horses, looking at the Mongolian men who were imitating the neighing sound of the horses.

The encirclement had been formed. With a whistle, the white pole above the black horses swayed, and the wild horses were immediately in chaos and split into pieces. No matter how the horses roared, they could not gather again. For a moment, dust was flying, and people shouted and neighed, which was very lively.

The Mongolian men skillfully divided the horses, and did not go for the horses, but chose them repeatedly among the horses that had been separated into small groups. Soon, the winning wild horses were successively wrapped in condoms on the white poles and dragged them out of the row.

Which free wild horse is willing to be bound? Near, tap, and struggle. Each horse struggles to compete with the arrester and tries to break free. Among them, a pure black male wild horse is the best. The horse is extremely strong and turns his head and jumps a few times, as if he wants to break the white wax pole that holds the pole for more than ten feet long.

The pole holder was a man in a brocade robe. He obviously didn't expect that Ma Lie was like this. The pole was tossed by it and was almost trying to take off his hands. It seemed a little helpless. He finally jumped onto the horse.

The dark horse was not willing to obey it. Suddenly, he stood up and kicked his back hooves hard, trying to push the man on his back off the horse's back. The man in the brocade robe held the horse's hair with his left hand and leaned down, almost pressing it on the horse's back. The black horse neighed and ran back and forth. The man in the brocade robe clamped the horse's belly, and his body rolled with the horse's back, making himself firmly nailed to the horse's back. After nearly a quarter of an hour, the dark horse gradually became honest.

At this time, except for the few big and small wild horses trapped by everyone, the other wild horses had rushed out of the crowd under the leadership of the horse and rushed into the depths of the grassland, with only black spots left far away.

Cao Yong learned how to ride a horse for seven or eight years, but it was the first time he saw such an exquisite equestrian. He couldn't help but shout. The Sixteenth Prince looked at the dark horse with envy and urged Cao Yong to drive the horse over together.

The man in the brocade robe was only eighteen or nineteen years old, with a very solid figure, wide shoulders and thick back, and a head that was larger than an ordinary person on his neck looked somewhat funny. Under his thick and black eyebrows, there were a pair of slightly shy eyes. When he saw a stranger coming, he showed a little panic.

When the Mongolian men around saw the stranger coming, they all tightly retracted to the man in brocade robe, forming a square formation. They protected the man in brocade robe in the middle. They were obviously well-trained, not like ordinary guards, but more like personal soldiers.

Cao Yong and the Sixteenth Prince looked at each other and were able to appear near the palace. They were dressed up and acted in this way. It seemed that they were from a noble family from Mongolia.

Among the guards, there was an older one who seemed to have some knowledge. He looked at Cao Yong and the Sixteenth Prince carefully. Finally, his eyes fell on the yellow belt around the Sixteenth Prince's waist. His eyes flashed and he leaned into the man in the brocade robe and muttered a few words.

After hearing this, the young man in brocade robe quickly got off his horse, took the horse forward two steps, performed a Mongolian ceremony, and said in Manchu: "I...I...I'm here... from Ke...Korqin...Qing...Qing...Qing...Su...Suh...Hh...Suhba...Balu, please...How do you call me two...Ru...Ru...?"

This young man named Luo Buzang Gunbu was so blushed that his face was thick and his neck was thick, and he said all the words stuttered.

It turned out that this young man had a stuttering habit. No wonder he was a little restrained when he saw someone stranger. He thought he was afraid of being ridiculed. Although his stuttering Manchu language was really funny, Cao Yong had no idea of ​​discrimination. This was not a big problem. It was mostly caused by acquired factors. In modern society, there were many cases cured through psychotherapy. Cao Yong knew that the status of the visitor was not low, but Korqin had a total of eight banners and conferred four princes and four princes, but he didn't know which Suhbaru family belonged to, and looked at the Sixteenth Prince.

The sixteenth prince had a solemn expression and no longer had the laughing look he had just now. He also turned over and dismounted and said seriously: "I am the sixteenth son of His Majesty the Emperor of the Qing Empire. Which banner do you belong to the Korqin tribe?"

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Suhbaru is the third son of Prince Bandi of Darhan and Princess Duanmin of Shunzhi. He is the nephew of Kangxi. It was the first time he came to court with his elder brother, Prince Luo Buzanggubu, and he had never seen all the princes. Now that he met a prince of his generation, Suhbaru was a little excited and hurriedly wanted to tell the other party who he was, but he stuttered even more. He finally said everything, and he was also a little annoyed, afraid that this flaw would be despised by these two people.

As a result, the sixteenth prince smiled heartily and said, "It turns out to be the third prince of Prince Bandi. When it comes to the prince or my cousin." He said, he turned his head and smiled at Cao Yong in Chinese, "How about it, I met another cousin."

Cao Yong suddenly thought of the lyrics in "The Red Lantern" - "I have countless cousins." He smiled and called Sukhbaru a thousand, saying, "Cao Yong, the third-class guard in front of the emperor, met the third prince."

Seeing that the two of them had no sarcastic expressions, Suhbaru was very happy to speak very close. He heard the two of them talking in Chinese and said to them in Chinese: "Ten... Ten... Sixteen... Princess is so... so... plain... approachable, since, it is... good... good friend, just... straight... call me... Suhbaru... OK. This... brave... warrior quickly... quickly... quickly avoid gifts, ten... sixteen... prince's friend... also... also... that is, I... my friend."

When Cao Yong heard him speak in Chinese, he knew that he was taking care of himself, and he heard that he was also his friend. He deeply felt the generous and hospitable Mongolians, and his affection for these three princes became even deeper.

The sixteenth prince also thought this way, only to think Suhbaru was very familiar, and said with a smile: "Since the prince said so, it can be seen that the prince is a cheerful person, Cao Yong, you don't have to be polite. Prince, this Cao Yong is my companion and my cousin. As you said, now everyone is good friends, so there is no need to make trouble for those false articles. Just now, we were really impressed when we saw the prince taming the horse. The prince is not bad for being a man who lives on the horse's back, and he is a hero."

Suhbaru was overjoyed when he heard this, and pulled them up to see his newly tamed wild horse, and pointed at the horse from head to toe toe. The Sixteenth Prince and Cao Yong knew very little about each other's horses, and they were very interesting and asked several questions from time to time. The rise of Suhbaru's speech was so bad that he could stutter, and sometimes he could say a whole sentence in a coherent manner. After this conversation, he had already treated the two as close friends.

Suhbaru is the old son obtained by Princess Duanmin at the age of 37. He is loved by the prince and his wife as treasures. If he had not had the physiological defect of stuttering, he would have been the sunniest prince on the grassland. Unfortunately, since he became a stutter, although others feared the prince's favor for him, they would still laugh at him openly and secretly, causing him to always carry some shadow.

Suhbaru is a very strong child. He always feels that he is looking down on him because of his stuttering, and it also embarrasses his noble parents. Therefore, he works very hard both on the stuttering and studying, and wants to do the best in everything. He only says that when he is capable, no one will despise him again. However, as he grows older and capable, more and more people around him are flattering and pleased, but apart from his family, there are no one who truly ignores his stuttering flaws.
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