After the evening prayers I inteo go to the coffeehouse, but they told me there was a visitor at the dood tidings, I hoped. I went to discover a messenger from the palace. He described the Sultan’s test. Fihe world’s most beautiful horse. You tell me how much you’ll offer for each, and I’ll quickly draw you five or six of them.
Rather than say any such thing, I maintained my reserve, and simply ihe boy waiting at the door inside. I thought for a moment: The world’s most beautiful horse doesn’t eve that I might draw it. I draw war steeds, large Mongolian horses, noble Arabians, heroic, writhing chargers covered in blood, or even luckless packhorses pulling a cartfull of stoo a building site, but no one would call any of them the world’s most beautiful horse. Naturally, by “the world’s most beautiful horse,” I khat Our Sulta the most splendid of the horses that had beeed thousands of times in Persia, in keeping with all of the formulas, models ……（内容加载失败！）
(ò﹏ò)
抱歉，章节内容不支持该浏览器显示～
【为了使用完整的阅读功能】
请考虑使用〔Chrome 谷歌浏览器〕、〔Safari 苹果浏览器〕或者〔Edge 微软浏览器〕等原生浏览器阅读！
谢谢!!!