The lame old man fed the fodder to the horse's mouth.

At this moment, a neighing sound suddenly sounded! The horse pulling the carriage was seen raising its hooves.

It seemed to be frightened and ran forward out of control the next second.

He knocked down the lame old man, pulled the big carriage, and rushed forward.

The other old servants in the carriage were staggering.

Zhao Rong, who was drinking, suddenly became alarmed and turned his head to look. Sure enough, an out-of-control and frightened horse was rushing towards him and was about to hit him in the blink of an eye.

What's going on? Zhao Rong didn't have time to frown.

In the flash of lightning, a red-hot maple leaf slipped from his sleeve, and was taken by his left hand, about to throw it out.

But the next second, the movement of this hand suddenly stopped.

At the same time, the young Confucian scholar's eyes narrowed, his right hand suddenly moved forward, and he pressed it on the horse's head in an instant. Then he waved his big hand and used skill to steer the horse's head to the right!

The body of the fierce horse just passed him.

However, although the out-of-control horse did not hit him, the carriage loaded with luggage and old servants it pulled tilted towards Zhao Rong.

In an instant, the huge and heavy carriage was like a mountain, blocking the sunlight from his field of vision.

Mount Tai pressed down on the thin young Confucian scholar...

PS: Brothers, refresh the highlights in the early morning...
Chapter completed!