Chapter 44: Bloody BMW

"Hey, your father finally wrote you a reply?" Meng Tian opened a big smile.

His eyes hold the vast scenery.

"Well...I," I have to go back to Xianyang immediately and then leave Qin.

Li Xian wanted to say this.

"Oh, that's good. It seems that you won't be able to stay long before you return to your home country." Meng Tian crossed his arms and held a long riding crop in his hand. He shook it, "Let's go, I'll take you to see a strange place." Baby! I have just been captured and will be given to the king, but we can go and take a look first."

Li Xiangang was ready to refuse. Firstly, he had never been interested in rare treasures. Secondly, he was still thinking about returning to Xianyang.

Meng Tian didn't care what he thought, he had always learned from his father, General Meng Wu, how to treat others, so he stretched out an arm, stopped in front of Li Xian, and made a polite gesture of invitation to him.

All Meng Tian's movements are very neat. His eyes were filled with undeniable sincerity.

Li Xian quickly swallowed his words. He was always respectful to Meng Tian's actions.

In his previous life, he was purely a civilian official, and rarely lived with generals and soldiers in the military camp. Although Li Xian mentioned that he wanted to join the army, Li Si, who was already a leader in the civil service group at that time, could only allow one son to enter the military camp. His elder brother Li You was indeed more talented in military affairs than him, so Li Xian retreated behind the scenes and followed his father in handling the spy affairs of the Six Nations.

The Meng brothers won the emperor's heart and were deeply feared by the forces in the court.

Li Xian forgot many battles and triumphs. He even forgot many of Wang Jian's deeds, but he always remembered the scene of Tongyhou and Meng Tian attacking the Huns from the north and returning in triumph.

That day, he led his army back to Xianyang to receive the reward.

The common people lined the streets to greet each other, the emperors invited each other from the high platform, and the sun shone brightly on the earth. That's what Li Xian thinks, the prosperous age in his eyes.

He remembered that day over and over in countless sleepless nights.

And I remember it till now.

Li Xian followed Meng Tian to the treasure he wanted to show him.

"look."

Li Xian looked in the direction Meng Tian pointed. It was really a beautiful horse.

It has a tall body, slender limbs, a thin head and a tall neck, a black body and a shiny mane. The horse was panting, sweat beads rolling down its skin, making it look as greasy as jade, and the distribution of blood vessels could still be vaguely seen.

"It is said that King Zhao Wuling once used this type of horse." Meng Tian explained.

Li Xian hasn't reached it yet. The horse began to neigh,

Unexpectedly, as soon as Meng Tian rode on Qinghua, he whipped up his whip and ran, passing through forest after forest and climbing over mountain after mountain. Not only did the horse fail to throw Meng Tian off, but it was covered in sweat and exhausted. Meng Tian was riding the horse calmly, and suddenly he hugged a tree tightly with his hands, trying to subdue the horse to stop it from moving. The blue and white horse did not show any weakness and struggled desperately. As a result, the tree was uprooted and left the mountain. The blue and white horse had no choice but to obey Meng Tian, ​​willingly letting Meng Tian ride astride it, galloping across the battlefield, inseparable.