Gu Jiao said, "So it hasn’t grown up yet, can’t be ridden?"
Chu Nan replied, "Riding is possible, just be moderate."
This was also because Gu Jiao’s Horse King was strong enough, any other horse wouldn’t be suitable for riding until at least three years old.
Chu Nan then asked, "Riding with the intensity like today shouldn’t be too frequent. You don’t train it this hard every day, do you?"
"No." Gu Jiao rarely rode it, and neither did her family members.
Thinking of something, Gu Jiao asked again, "Can it do work? Like pulling carts or mills?"
Chu Nan smiled and nodded, "Hard labor is absolutely no problem; it’s very strong."
Having said that, Chu Nan felt something was amiss.
Why would a Horse King be pulling a mill?
Gu Jiao hummed, looked at the Horse King, and said, "So you’re still a baby; I always thought you were very old."
The Horse King slumped his face, looking rather old and dejected.
Chu Nan laughed out loud.
A two-and-a-half-year-old Horse King, after all, wasn’t small and was close to a full-grown horse in size, equivalent to a teenager of about fifteen or sixteen, the age of greatest rebelliousness and mischief.
So it was no wonder it had frisked around like that on the polo field.
What Chu Nan didn’t say was, this was a rare find of a horse, the likes of which come around once in a hundred years; the only one that could be mentioned in the same breath was the warlord Xuanyuan Li’s steed from years past. Unfortunately, Xuanyuan Li and his steed had both died in battle.
After Gu Jiao led the Horse King away, Chu Nan also left the stable and went in the opposite direction.
Han Che had been waiting for a long time.
"Young Master." Chu Nan bowed in greeting.
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