Green turf, hoofbeats, sudden wisps of dust.
Beneath the blue sky, dozens of riders swept back and forth, a sight that stirred a sense of unbridled exhilaration.
Only one rider lagged some distance from the main group, creeping along at a cat's pace, utterly out of place in the picture.
Wang Yang did not want this either. Who would not want to enjoy a good gallop? The trouble was that his skills were lacking, and he really did not dare go fast.
Watching the Prince of Badong and the others ride with such effortless abandon, Wang Yang felt deeply envious, though he felt no shame or other negative emotions. After all, he had only started learning yesterday. His big yellow colt, however, seemed to feel it had lost face before its own kind, plodding along with its head drooping.
The Prince of Badong suddenly hauled on his reins. His fine steed raised both forelegs high, looking splendidly martial. "Zhi Yan! I've ridden more than a dozen circuits already, and how many steps have you taken? Didn't I tell you how to urge your horse on?"
You did tell me, and urging it on isn't difficult, but I might not stay in the saddle afterward! Falling off a galloping horse is no joke. One bad fall, and my account could be deleted for good.
Wang Yang smiled wryly. "I really have no talent for this, Your Highness. Enjoy yourself; don't worry about me."
"How can I not worry about you? Master Kong has arranged a place to rest up ahead. I'm heading there now. Follow me, and no falling behind!"
"But I..."
"Have your beautiful guard take you! Let's go!"
The Prince of Badong cracked his whip. Hooves flew, and in an instant he had galloped far away.
The other riders