Zhao Xi thought it was good, but unfortunately, he was cheated by others.

  As soon as Zhao Xi's voice fell, except for himself, everyone else... looked at him with a very strange gaze.

  What's wrong with him? Why is he still looking at me like I'm a naive kid? Especially Dad.

  The officials in the imperial court seem to have understood his meaning, but why are they showing a look of regret and pity?

  "Agreed! The bet between Prince Ben and King Song is settled!"

  Alas... Wait a minute, they really have a thousand war horses now? Do they need thousands of people for just one diplomatic visit?

  I'm going! A thousand cavalrymen, just like that into Bianliang City? The Hongdu Temple actually agreed to such a request? Are the politicians in the government hall out of their minds?

  Zhao Xi looked at Da Xia's envoy with a strange expression, and then glanced at his own ministers...

  It seems I was a bit reckless, perhaps this is exactly what I needed.

  "Your Highness, Da Xia indeed has a thousand war horses."

  It was still Wang Su who considered herself one of their own and sincerely told Zhao Xi the result.

  Ke Zhao Xi was still puzzled.

  "The great Xia sent envoys, mostly one person with three horses."

  Got it! This is a show of national prestige. One person with three rides, I guess this was the equipment during the battle against the national dynasty.

  Leave a thousand cavalry... Oh, the imperial court can't let them walk back either. They have to be escorted out of the border with courtesy.

  Daxia sent an envoy who was not foolish and did not give Zhao Xi a chance to try.

  The Great Song Dynasty indeed lacks horses, but if Zhao Xie wants to practice... then it's not lacking. The problem is, others don't even give them a chance to breathe.

  The bet was just made and Zhao Xi had to ride a horse and shoot arrows.

  One stone bow... I was originally going to go and take it as a model. As a result, there is a small yellow gate, the new small yellow gate that came last year, took away what he used in the previous few years.

  "Your Highness, I am Li Xian. This is the bow with which I first learned archery at the age of seven. I have always taken good care of it and it is more pliable than a new one."

  This is a capable and knowledgeable person. Unlike those fools in the imperial court, he's preparing to take over the position of Director for himself...

  Zhao Xi didn't move, Wang Zhongzheng took over and not only pulled a few times but also looked at Li Xian with a silly expression.

  The bow was already tested by others, and it wasn't just one person, four or five people had all pulled on it... Zhao Xi really wanted to let them all try their hand, don't look at just this one time, the stone bow, being pulled in a circle by these rough men, its strength should have decreased somewhat.

  Although very subtle, Zhao Xi now does not want to let go of any beneficial factors.

  Dà Nèi has a martial arts hall, after all, the world was won through fighting.

  This place is a bit remote, separated from Nei Yuan by Chaotang, and Zhao Xi has never been here.

  It must be that someone often sweeps, the ground is very clean, and the square bricks laid on the ground can see the obvious sweep marks of the broom. Even the knives, guns, swords, and halberds placed on the shelves are all shiny with oil.

  It's embarrassing to say that three generations ago, the Zhao family was still able to conquer the world, but now, my old father is afraid to go out even when it's just a bit windy.

  When entering the martial arts arena, Dash Xia's expression on his face had already explained everything, and others really believed that Zhao Xi hadn't seen a war horse before.

  It's just...the Imperial Martial Stage is no different from an altar of sacrifice.

  Keeping this place is said to be in memory of the ancestors' merits, but it would be better to say that it is ridiculing the decline of later generations.

  But the officials of the imperial court, even the old masters, didn't show any embarrassment. Only Old Chen Lin seemed to have some feelings, with a hint of regret in his eyes... Their inner guards, even the Imperial City Guards, usually trained in small rooms every day, and this kind of martial arts arena... Alas, it's really a waste.

  The war horses were led over, ten of them. This was what Zhao Xie had requested, he didn't want any accidents to happen when he rode out, he knew that some war horses had a tacit understanding with their long-term groomers, and would respond to certain movements or sounds.

  He's still young and has plenty of time to live, it's not easy to relive, but he's destined to be an emperor, what a great future, he didn't think that he would die like this.

  With my current small stature, I'd easily lose my footing and become a scapegoat, destined to be discarded. Then, someone would take advantage of the chaos to create more confusion... The imperial court is not clean, Zhao Xi doesn't believe it either.

  When Zhao Xi approached the war horse... really regretted it a bit.

  In his memory, he was able to take pictures of horse backs, but now he can't even get a shot of the horse's legs!

  Riding in memory, Zhao Xi was around 20 years old at that time, and his height was already over 1.8 meters, but now he is still a child...

  At this time he looked at the war horse, afraid though not to the point of being terrified, but really somewhat timid.

  How am I supposed to ride this?

  Not to mention the stirrups, even the reins can only be pulled from the end. Let alone his current short legs... probably can't even open them up, just like sitting flat on the horse's back...

  Can't back down... might as well grit my teeth and go for it!

  He hesitated like this... The envoy of Dash Xia was much easier at this time.

  Their horses were not those gentle draft horses raised in Song, but rather fierce warhorses that had been through many battles. Although they weren't all unmanageable, none of them were tame either.

  Zhao Zhen was surrounded by people, several times wanting to speak out to stop...

  "Now that things have come to this point, if the prince retreats on his own or has a valid reason for doing so, it would be understandable. However, if the imperial court or we officials at court were to stop him, it might not be suitable."

  "Your Excellency, Lord Jia's words are reasonable. This matter can only be decided by His Highness himself."

  Alas... Zhao Zhen looked at Xi'er, then at the officials in the imperial court... Today's audience, all matters were taken care of by my son, you people are speaking too lightly.

  He really can't bring himself to say it.

  He also knew that it was already a case of riding a tiger and finding it hard to get off. He opened his mouth, apart from making the envoy laugh, Xier might not retreat either.

  Although Zhao Zhen's time with his son was limited, from the empress's words, he still had some understanding of his own son. Xier was a strong-willed child, more stubborn than him, firm but not without flexibility.

  "Your Highness..."

  "It doesn't matter, just try it out. Little Wang should be able to handle it."

  "Your Highness, I will follow behind your horse. If anything unexpected happens, I will take care of it myself."

  The old man is still quite thoughtful and sent Lao Chen Lin over.

  "Carry me up there."

  No way, I basically can't get on the horseback by myself.

  A very comical scene... Zhao Xi had a bow that was as tall as himself on his back, and Lao Chen Lin just picked him up like that and put him on the war horse's back.

  Zhao Xi felt that at this time she should be being held and riding on horseback...

  The horse hasn't moved yet, it should be waiting for the reins to be shaken, Zhao Xi thought.

  But he not only needs to ride, but also has to pull out this so-called one-stone bow. He must not have the ability to take the bow off his body while riding, so he can only take the bow off first and wear it on his right arm...

  Zhao Xi suddenly remembered that his comrade had said that scratching and stroking the front part of a horse's hoof would make it feel comfortable.

  Zhao Xi's difficult attached body, small hands lightly scratched the front part of the horse's hoof... Hmm? There is a door, Zhao Xi saw the horse's ears move.

  "Drive..."

  Zhao Xi clung to the horse's body, just like he was afraid, his left hand grasping the reins and his right hand holding the bow, leaning on the horse's back, scratching the horse's front legs...