The Men of the Imperial Dragon Sect Rushed over to Kill Him

Finally, Prince Xian got the horse he wanted and happily walked back. Behind him was the horse he had tamed, brown red in color and strong limbs.

"How's the horse?" "As soon as it's down, I'll take a fancy to it."

Yang Wenyi said: "Better than Feng'er's horse."

"That brat pays attention to his appearance, but his background is not as good as mine."

Prince Xian who had gotten a good horse was elated all the way, but he couldn't stop when it came to horses. Yang Wenyi also liked horses, so the two talked for a while before stopping in front of his house.

Yang Dingchu said: "Your Highness, Father, you two go back first. I will go to the village to take a look, today they are collecting potatoes, to see how it is going."

"Let's go, we won't go."

Prince Xian replied: "I'm getting on in age, and after walking around in the mountains for a bit, I'm tired. I won't be going to the village today, you can go by yourself. "