Handan City is a hundred miles away, and it is still a bit far from the suburbs, and the Ran Mansion is not far from Zhao Xin's home. So Zhao Xin took Ran Min back to his home to get the horse.

Li was at home at this time. Zhao Xin was afraid that it would cause unnecessary trouble for disturbing her, so he told the servants not to speak out. He sneaked into the house and left quietly from the yard with his horse.

On a hidden street corner, Ran Min saw Zhao Xin walking slowly with a horse. The horse was tall and strong, with a little white hair all over black, and her eyes were extremely vivid. Even if Ran Min didn't know how to look at the horse, she could see that it was a rare good horse.

Ran Min couldn't help but walk up and watch around the horse for a long time, her beautiful eyes were full of curiosity. Although she had ridden a horse, she rode a short-legged ponies with a very gentle temperament. When did she see such a tall and majestic war horse? So naturally she felt it was fresh.

The war horses in the army are different from the horses that the nobles ride on for transportation. Most nobles pursue bright fur and comfortable riding, so they are mostly docile; while the military horses naturally pursue endurance and short-range explosive power, and are naturally mostly fierce horses, especially those unruly war horses, which require the knights to tame. Zhao Xin’s horse was specially rewarded by the master’s father when he was in the clouds. Whether in terms of physique or endurance, it is the best choice for war horses.

Seeing Ran Min reaching out to him tentatively, the war horse would not be pity for the beauty. He sniffed and raised his front hooves and whistled for a long time. Ran Min was so scared that he hurriedly stepped back, looking very embarrassed.

Zhao Xin quickly grabbed the horse's reins, reached out to touch the horse's neck and gently stroked it. When his mouth was attached to the horse's ear, he murmured and whispered, and the war horse gradually became quiet.

Ran Min looked strange from the side and asked curiously, "What are you doing?"

"I'm talking to it." Zhao Xin said with a smile. "I'll tell it that you are my friend and let it not be excited."

Ran Min couldn't help laughing out loud, covering her mouth and laughing, "No, how can the horse understand what you said?"

I was used to seeing Ran Min's cold and frosty face, but it was the first time I saw her smiling. It was like spring returning, the snow melted on the ground, and flowers bloomed in a row. Zhao Xin had already had some strangeness in his heart, but he still made a serious look and smiled and joked: "Of course, we should know that the first thing we are cavalrymen is to establish communication with our own war horses. Otherwise, if I let it run backwards during the war, it would be wrong to take me to turn around and rush towards the enemy. Then wouldn't I die very wrongly?"

Seeing that Zhao Xin was talking interesting, Ran Min couldn't help laughing out loud. Seeing that Zhao Xin was talking sensible, not as if he was full of nonsense, his curiosity in his heart became even stronger. He asked skeptically, "What you said is true or false?"

Zhao Xin patted her breasts and smiled, "Of course it's true. If you don't believe me, you can watch it silently now."

Although he was a little scared, Ran Min could not help but stretched out his hand to slowly touch the horse's back. When his fingers touched, the war horse suddenly turned around and glared at her. Ran Min quickly stretched her finger back like a frightened rabbit. When he saw that the war horse had no follow-up movement, he was brave enough to see his palm pressing on it and gently stroked it a few times.

Seeing that the war horse was not angry, Zhao Xin smiled and said, "How is it, I didn't lie to you, have you?"

Ran Min nodded, still staring at the war horse with wide eyes, and then touched the horse's neck with his palm upwards. The war horse sniffed slightly, and closed his eyes seemed to be very attentive to the beauty.

Zhao Xin untied the bag on the saddle, reached in and grabbed a handful of food and handed it to Ran Min, "Come on, feed it some of this, pat it flatters, and it will be familiar with you."

Ran Min hesitated for a while, then spread her palms and let Zhao Xin pour horse grain into her hands. In the sunshine, Ran Min's crystal clear palms were as weak as boneless, and it looked like transparent, which looked particularly attractive against the black horse grain.

Ran Min had no time to care about Zhao Xin's eyes, but just carefully extended his palm to the mouth of the war horse. The war horse came over and asked slightly, then stretched out his tongue and chewed it in small mouth.

Seeing that the war horses were so docile, Ran Min's fear was gone and asked Zhao Xin again to ask her for some horse food. Seeing her graceful look, Zhao Xin moved slightly in her heart, and then reached out to pat the horse's body, and listened to the sound with his ears pretending to be on the horse's mouth, while nodding repeatedly.

Ran Min was indeed deceived and said with a smile, "What are you talking to it again?"

Zhao Xin smiled and said in a tone, "This time it has something to tell me, it tells me that you are beautiful and it likes you very much."

The speaker is unintentional, and the listener is intentional. Although Zhao Xin was full of smiles and looked unscrupulous, Ran Min couldn't help but blush appeared on her face. The woman was already precocious than the man, so she naturally thought more, not to mention that the two are lonely and widowed now.

When he heard Zhao Xin praise him for his beauty, Ran Min would naturally be happy when the girl Ran Min felt the most, so although she was angry, her face was not angry.

"Speak nonsense, don't blame me for ignoring you if you talk nonsense."

He looked at the war horse and asked softly, "What is its name?"

"Name!" Zhao Xin was stunned, scratched his head embarrassedly, and said with a smirk, "What name does it want? It's just a horse, not a human."

Ran Min glared at him, raised her mouth and said angrily, "What's wrong with a horse? Have you never read "Laozi"? Heaven and earth are unkind and treat all things as straw dogs. In the eyes of heaven and earth, all things in this world are ordinary, and there is no distinction between high and low. Why can you call Zhao Xin, but it can't have a name."

When Zhao Xin was so excited that she said this, she waved her hand and begged, "Okay, okay, you're right, I'm wrong, I'll give it a name."

"What's the point of being so black? It's not right, there are some white hairs, which should be of color, so what's the point of being called Xiaohua."

Ran Min couldn't help but see a black line on her forehead, and she hurriedly stopped, "What a messy name you are? You still claim to be three years old to read, but you are five years old to stop writing."

Zhao Xin gave her a blank look and said, "Then you can take it, I will listen to it."

Ran Min pondered for a moment before saying, "In the past, King Mu controlled the eight dragon horse, one was a Jedi, but not a foot; two were flying feathers, walking across birds; three were running at night, traveling thousands of miles; four were flying shadows, walking along the sun; five were over-brilliance, and the hair was shining brightly; six were super-light, one was ten shadows; seven were flying in fog, running on clouds; eight were holding wings, and had flesh wings. I see that your war horse was black and white, like a Jedi, so why not call it Jedi."

After saying that, he looked at Zhao Xin with a smile, thinking that he would praise him greatly. However, he didn't expect that Zhao Xin actually shook his head and said, "This name is not good."

Ran Min was extremely angry and looked at Zhao Xin angrily and said unconvincedly, "What's wrong with it? What's wrong with it?"

Zhao Xin just shook his head and didn't explain. Although Ran Min was extremely smart, she was just a little girl who was ignorant of the world. How could she know that this horse name had committed a great taboo.

What is Jedi? It is the mount of King Mu of Zhou and the emperor's beloved horse. If he is an ordinary person, it would be fine to give the mount this name with a charisma, but his identity is extremely sensitive. On the one hand, he is a confidant around the Lord's father, and on the other hand, more importantly, he is a descendant of Zhao Xiangzi, who is the king of Zhao Xiangzi, who has not been divided into kings but is no different from the king. If Zhao Xin gave the mount this name, if he is used by someone with a heart, he can add a serious crime of treason alone.

So even if Ran Min doesn't understand these things, Zhao Xin, who is already deeply involved in the power level of Zhao State, cannot understand them. But these are not easy to explain to Ran Min, so he thought about it. "Jedi is a bit bad, and it sounds difficult to speak, so why not call Jueying. Jueying is so fast that he can't even keep up with the shadow. How about this?"

Ran Min nodded and said, "This name seems to have some charm, it's pretty good. The horse belongs to you, so it's called Jueying."

Zhao Xin laughed, reached out and patted the horse's buttocks, and said to it with a smile, "Isn't thankful for giving you a name to the beauty."

Jueying seemed to have really understood something, but she actually whistled, stepped on the horse's hooves, and put the horse's head towards Ran Min, making her giggle.

Under Zhao Xin's jokes, the two of them, who were originally somewhat unfamiliar, became much more familiar and gradually let go of their words, and they no longer looked at them as sternly as before.
Chapter completed!