FENG YU JIU TIAN [VOLUME ONE]

Chapter Eight

The scene that Feng Ming had first imagined was both men mounted on their horses, the animals in a wild bolt across an open plain.

His reality presented him with a lawn cordoned off by a wooden fence they didn't even leave the confines of the palace.

The pitiful sight before him compared with his vivid imagination completely deflated his mood, sinking into a slump of anti-climax.

Subsequently, the animal that was lead out towards him was not even close to a horse, one could easily classify the sorry looking animals a dumpy mule.

The romantic and wild horseback ride, turned into a complete flop, no one could blame the resentful eyes that fixated on Rong Tian.

Rong Wang paid no attention to the death ray aimed his way and instead explained why Feng Ming's fantasy was brought to a halt.

"I believe you have also forgotten your horsemanship skills you have learnt from childhood. It is best you start with a smaller horse and work yourself up before attempting to ride a full size one outside of the Palace, safety comes first."

Feng Ming bitterly mumbled.

"You tricked me." He accused.

The attendants at ears length covered their mouths smothering their giggles at the couples bickering

In order to preserve the last remnants of his dignity, Feng Ming was refusing to mount the "horse" – mule, it was only going to happen over his dead body.

Rong Wang surrendered sighing at the stubborn boy he resorted to his last option and called out to his stable masters.

"Someone, prepare White Cloud and lead him out." He ordered the servants.

Soon, a dignified high pitch of a horse's neigh could be heard. An attendant emerged and lead along a snow white horse towards its waiting master.

The animal's smooth white coat gleamed with a healthy sheen.

It was as if appeared from some mythical story, it emitted a majestic atmosphere. One could immediately tell that this horse was seared from a prestigious line of esteemed pedigree.

Feng Ming's eyes quickly flickered with excitement.

Rong Wang laughed at the obvious change in Feng Ming's mood.

The King swung his legs effortlessly over his horse and mounted it as if it was second nature he then promptly pulled Feng Ming up to join him.

"This here is my beloved horse, called White Cloud," the King gave his prized pet a tap with his heels on its belly and the well trained horse screamed in response and toke flight into a gallop. The animal's powerful legs carried his passengers at a speed of wind.

This was Feng Ming's first experience on a horse, and the adrenaline rush surging through him was more exciting than any crazy roller coaster ride.

With little effort White Cloud had made three laps around the restrictive trotting area at god speed.

Rong Wang reined in the bridle and the great animal obediently came to a halt.

"Continue! Hey! Come on!" cried the Prince still elated with joy.

"I have to attend to official matters in court, and I can't stay here with you." The King replied, regardless this didn't dampen the younger man's spirit.

"That's even better, you can leave and I can ride White Cloud by myself!"

"I won't permit you." The King ordered bluntly as he cast rain over Feng Ming's parade.