Chapter 287
Chapter 287
Most stables in the world had developed from a few well-bred stallions.
Zhang Bei knew a little about the subject.
As the manager disappeared, Ding Ye suddenly thought of something.
“Boss, you know archery, don’t you?”
“Yes, but only as a hobby.”
“Can you shoot from horseback?”
Zhang Bei considered the question for a long time.
“If there’s a person underneath me, I can.”
Ding Ye’s brain froze for a second before he understood what Zhang Bei meant.
“Boss, has talking like that never gotten you beaten up?”
“It has. That’s why I trained so hard at boxing.”
Over his life, Zhang Bei had taken countless beatings.
Of course, ninety-nine point nine percent had come from his master using training to settle personal scores.
No one had expected those beatings to become his motivation for learning to fight.
Work hard so you can slack off better. Take beatings so you can beat other people up later.
Zhang Bei had always considered that a profound philosophy of life!
Ding Ye sighed and quietly waited for the staff with him.
Wasn’t he supposed to be the star today?
Wasn’t he supposed to lead Boss Zhang in conquering the stables?
How had things ended up like this?
His brooding didn’t last long. Two staff members approached with two horses, one white and one brown.
A rare gleam of excitement appeared in Zhang Bei’s eyes at the pure white horse.
Horse riding was loved by so many people not only for the thrill of galloping, but also for the skill involved.
Zhang Bei accepted the reins from an attendant and examined the white horse closely.
“What’s its name?”
“Crown Prince.”
Zhang Bei nodded, then vaulted straight onto its back.
Ding Ye hesitated at the sight of that handsome maneuver before abandoning the idea.
He dutifully used the tack to climb into the saddle.
He wasn’t that agile. One slip, and he might spend two months in the hospital keeping his father-in-law company.
Zhang Bei patted Crown Prince’s head. “Your dad could match a professional racehorse back then. Wonder if you’re up to it?”
Crown Prince tossed its head and stamped impatiently.
Zhang Bei smiled at the response.
He leaned slightly forward and tightened one hand around the reins.
“Go!”
Within moments, Crown Prince was galloping ahead.
A streak of white flashed across the green lawn, a scene of beauty and harmony.
Provided one ignored the figure on its back.
Ding Ye watched enviously, speaking in a gentle voice.
“Could you run? Isn’t this a bit too much like an old man out for a stroll?”
Unfortunately, the brown horse beneath him had no intention of running.
Step by leisurely step, it wandered around the lawn as though out to clear its head.
“You’re the boss. Please, can you run?”
“Pfft!”
Instead of running, the brown horse sneezed and stopped.
No amount of coaxing from Ding Ye moved it.
At most, it answered with another sneeze.
Watching the figure gallop across the grass, Ding Ye would have been lying if he said he wasn’t envious.
People in Huaxia grew up enthralled by the story of Zhao Zilong’s Seven Entries and Seven Exits.
Who hadn’t dreamed of charging across the land on horseback?
But a dream was a dream. A horse was an animal, not a car. You couldn’t just press an accelerator and make it go.
Zhang Bei completed a broad circuit on Crown Prince, slowed down, and returned to Ding Ye.
“Well, old man. Out for a stroll?”
Ding Ye turned his head in humiliation at the taunt.
The horse wouldn’t listen to him. What was he supposed to do?
Zhang Bei glanced down and immediately understood.
Horses had strong personalities. For a beginner, getting one to walk a couple of circuits was already an achievement.
“Want to go for a run?”
“Yes!”
Ding Ye answered without hesitation.
“Hold the reins tight. Grip with your legs. Don’t stick your backside up so high.”
After correcting his posture, Zhang Bei smiled at him.
He was Boss Zhang, after all. At moments like this, he loved nothing more than helping people!
He slapped the horse hard on the rump. The leisurely stroller received a tremendous shock.
Ding Ye, on its back, didn’t even know what had happened.
In an instant, the brown horse shot forward, the scenery streaming past.
A horribly familiar scream echoed across the stables.
Zhang Bei followed on Crown Prince, thoroughly delighted.
One person’s sorrow was another’s joy.
Gradually, the pain of being bounced around on horseback began to feel familiar to Ding Ye.
The amusement park’s Disco Horse seemed rather like this.
Up and down, over and over.
Boss Zhang’s creations were always too realistic in the most unexpected ways.
The brown horse galloped for more than ten minutes before finally slowing to a halt in a corner.
Eyes dazed, Ding Ye staggered to a large tree and braced himself against it, looking ready to collapse at any moment.
“Urgh!”
The Disco Horse at the amusement park offered, at worst, a visual assault combined with the dizziness of spinning.
Whatever else, at least that thing had a safety belt.
But this was a real horse!
The jolting was nothing the Amusement Park could simulate.
“Boss, you can’t screw people over like this! Urgh!”
He managed that complaint before bending beside the tree to vomit again.
Zhang Bei raised an eyebrow. “The horse ran. You’re throwing up. What’s that got to do with me?”
Seeing the murderous look in Ding Ye’s eyes, he rode Crown Prince away.
Best not to linger here!
Meanwhile, back at the amusement park, Meng Chuan entered the scenario into Werewolf through a terminal.
He turned to the lead performers behind him.
“If you’re ready, let’s begin. It’s based on Journey to the West.”
Qingqing nodded and sat in a chair, her face still dark.
Her vision blurred. When it cleared, she found herself seated on a throne.
A majestic voice sounded beside her ear.
[Find a way to keep Monk Tang here forever. Buddhism must not spread east!]
Only after the voice faded did Qingqing have time to examine the scene.
The great hall was full of people. Every one of them was a woman.
Monk Tang. Buddhist teachings. A monarch.
Putting those clues together, Qingqing immediately realized where she was: the Kingdom of Women.
Her eyes filled with excitement as she surveyed the crowd.
In a feudal society, a monarch could practically do anything!
There might be no male favorites here, but weren’t there plenty of lovely ladies?
“Your Majesty, today’s memorials. Please review them!”
A palace maid handed her an enormous stack, crushing that little spark of excitement flat.
Meanwhile, outside the royal capital of the Kingdom of Women, the delusional young hero stared at the Golden-Hooped Staff in his hand, deep in thought.