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After that, every few days, he would come here, intentionally or unintentionally waiting for her to come, watching her play with Flowstar.
In front of Flowstar, she was playful and talkative, treating Flowstar as if it were a person, laughing and playing.
But in front of him, that bright smile immediately disappeared, and she always kept her head down, speaking only when spoken to, like a wooden person.
She was afraid of him.
He could feel it.
And he was not surprised that she was afraid of him. Many people could not act naturally in front of him. Even his long-time personal guards often had to guess his intentions before speaking or acting.
The saying goes, “One man’s success is built on the bones of thousands.” The enemy and the people gave him the nickname “Military God,” not only to praise his godlike military strategies but also to hint at his ruthlessness in killing.
Thinking about this, Fu Yuncheng couldn’t help but look down at his hands, with their prominent knuckles and calluses from years of riding and shooting.
These hands were accustomed to killing and were stained with too much blood.
It was natural for others to be afraid of him.
Even he himself sometimes felt surprised. The once timid and weak boy who was bullied and could only hide behind his sister was now a man who could kill without blinking an eye.
He had grown up.
Now, he had the shoulders and the courage, and enough strength to protect anyone. It was just a pity that the person he would willingly give his life to protect was no longer in this world…
Suddenly, a silvery laughter rang out in the distance.
Fu Yuncheng was startled and pulled his wandering thoughts back. Leaning against the window, he looked towards the lake. The woman seemed to be playing hide and seek with the horse, laughing happily.
He squinted his eyes, his gaze deepening.
If his sister were still alive, would she laugh like that?
Flowstar, who was usually aloof and disdainful towards everyone, had shown unusual enthusiasm upon meeting her for the first time. Why? What was so special about her?
He found himself growing curious.
As he watched, he became lost in thought, only snapping out of it when the figures of the woman and the horse disappeared into the depths of the forest. He then turned around and went downstairs, leaving the seemingly abandoned courtyard.
After wandering by the lake for almost an hour, Zhu Yanyu led Flowstar back to its exclusive stable. She groomed the proud horse until it was spotless. Suddenly, Awang poked his head in.
“Miss Gu, have you heard? A merchant from the Western Regions has brought a batch of fine horses to sell to our horse farm. Master Fu has already led people to inspect them.”
“Really?” Zhu Yanyu couldn’t help but feel excited. “Horses from the Western Regions?”
“Yes, I heard that this batch includes some rare and excellent horses!” Awang also sounded quite excited. “Do you want to go and have a look?”
“Can we?”
“Of course! We’ll just go and watch the fun, as long as we don’t disturb them.”
Zhu Yanyu smiled and nodded upon hearing this.
Master Fu was an experienced horseman with over thirty years of experience. He was the top expert in horse selection and training at this horse farm. Zhu Yanyu had long hoped for an opportunity to witness his skills firsthand. Besides, she loved horses, so how could she miss out on such an exciting event?
Awang looked at her smiling eyes and suddenly felt a bit dazed. When Miss Gu first arrived, she was thin and pale, and it was hard to see her beauty. But now, whether it was due to good food, good sleep, or good care, her complexion had improved greatly, and the ugly birthmark on her face had faded significantly, making her features even more attractive.
If that ugly mark could be removed, she would be a true beauty! Even now, with her red lips and white teeth, she was quite charming.
Awang’s heart suddenly raced, and he averted his gaze, not daring to look any longer. He had promised Xiaocui that they would get married in a couple of years when she was older. He couldn’t let himself be distracted by beauty and betray his future wife.
Thinking about this, Awang gradually calmed down. Zhu Yanyu didn’t notice Awang’s expression; her mind was solely focused on going to see Master Fu’s horse selection.
She patted Flowstar goodbye and followed Awang to an open area near the stable. Master Fu was already there, inspecting the dozen or so horses brought by the merchant from the Western Regions. Zhu Yanyu quickly scanned the group of horses. Although their sizes and ages varied, it was clear that most of them were bred from Kazakh horses, which originated from the Xinjiang region. These horses were known for their speed and endurance, making them suitable for mountainous terrain. Among them, a few seemed to have the bloodline of Akhal-Teke horses, known for their beautiful appearance.
However, these mixed-breed horses, no matter how beautiful, couldn’t hold Zhu Yanyu’s attention. In her previous life in America, she had seen many excellent horses and was used to them. It was only when a white horse lazily emerged from the back of the group that her eyes suddenly lit up.
The horse had a slightly sunken face, pointed and agile ears, a graceful body, long legs, and pure white fur—could this be a purebred Arabian horse?
She suddenly felt a surge of excitement, her hands itching to touch the horse’s bones and confirm if it was indeed a purebred. However, she quickly noticed something unusual.
Although this horse looked magnificent, it seemed to lack energy when walking, with disordered steps, as if it were limping.
Master Fu also seemed to notice this and shook his head. “What a shame for such a good horse.”
The merchant from the Western Regions, with brown hair, blue eyes, and a large beard, argued with him in broken Chinese. “This is a better breed than the imperial horses!”
“But its leg is crippled!”
“It’s not crippled, it’s just tired from the long journey.”
“Look at its front hoof, it’s swollen. It’s practically half-crippled. We don’t want such a horse.”
“This is a top-quality horse, bred from purebred horses from the Arabian desert. It’s only a year and a half old and can be well-trained.”
“I said it’s crippled, and we don’t want it.”
“It can still be used for breeding.”
“This is clearly a mare, and buying a lame mare for breeding is not worth it.”
“It’s not lame.”
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