"You and I have gone out to mourn in the country now. If Atta feels bored, you can hold a spring banquet in the garden, a peony banquet or something like that. Call the clan relatives and order your wife to come to the palace to accompany you to enjoy the flowers and the scenery." Ming Zhao's eyes were filled with doting.
, I am the emperor, after all, I cannot be by Atu’s side all the time.
Wen Xiaotu shook his head, "Let's forget it. If a woman is called into the palace, my mother must not be missed. It would be better for me and her not to see each other."
Mingzhao knew that because Wen Baniang's behavior was really irritating to others, although Mrs. Changguo Gong didn't mean it, she really shouldn't have brought someone whom Atu hated into the palace.
Ming Zhao couldn't help but feel pity in his heart. If I hadn't protected Atu back then, Atu wouldn't be so separated from Mrs. Xu today.
Wen Xiaotu then smiled and said: "I see that the weather is very warm today. If the emperor is not busy, why not go to the school to ride a horse to relax." - When she was a noble concubine in her previous life, Xin Ruozhi taught her to ride a horse, but now she hasn't for a long time.
When I get on the horse, I'm afraid I've forgotten this skill.
After Wen Rutu's death, a large area of grassland was expanded in the Summer Palace Campus as a place for practicing martial arts, riding and shooting. Compared to the campus in the palace, it is much more spacious. It is simply a small hunting ground. From a distance,
The wind blows and the grass is low, that is, there are no cattle or sheep.
The meadow that comes into view is covered with grass, and a rough estimate is that it is at least a thousand hectares - but this is only used as a martial arts class venue for the princes, which is really luxurious. - To be precise, it is a martial arts class playground for the rice! After all, the second prince
Still a little baby learning to talk.
It happened that this was the time when the prince was practicing martial arts, so before Wen Xiaotu picked out the horse, the young prince Jingjun and his companions came quickly to greet him and say hello.
Wen Xiaotu looked at her son, who had grown a little taller - Fanfan's height was basically the same as hers, and he was afraid that he might overtake her in a year or two.
As he grows taller, he becomes extraordinarily thin. His face is obviously still round and fleshy, but his body already looks slender.
"I would like to send my regards to my father, the emperor, and my queen!" The young prince Jing Jun raised his smile and saluted with his hands raised upright.
Behind the crown prince, a group of handsome young men were already kneeling on the grass, kneeling in obeisance and saying in unison: "See you, Your Majesty, the Queen!"
The emperor was always serious in front of his children, but now he had a straight face and a majestic appearance. He glanced at them casually and said: "Everyone is exempt from courtesy."
The emperor's visit to the school grounds was nothing unusual in the eyes of Prince Jingjun, but he didn't expect that his mother would also come today, so he couldn't help but look at his mother with doubts.
Wen Xiaotu's smile was full of kindness: "Looking at the nice weather today, let's stop by and take a breather. If Jun'er is not busy, please help me choose a good horse." - Wen Xiaotu never calls "Porridge" in front of others.
"Porridge, rice, rice", in front of outsiders, her title is the same as that of the late Queen Mother.
The little prince smiled brightly and nodded: "A few days ago, the Tatars just paid tribute to a group of iron-hoofed horses, which are very strong!"
The emperor Ming Zhao on the side immediately glared at him, "Choose the tame ones!" - Those new tribute horses have not been trained well, they are all very wild, how can Atu control them?!
The smile of the little prince Jingjun turned into a sneer, "Then why not choose the Hequ horse, which has a gentle temperament and a calm temperament."
Emperor Mingzhao frowned: "It's a little taller, go pick a southwest horse."
Wen Xiaotu listened very confused. She didn't know what Tatar tribute horses, Hequ horses, Southwest horses... In her opinion, didn't they all look like horses?
The young prince Jingjun looked at his mother silently and said, "The southwest horse...ah, it's really easy to ride." Then he went to choose a horse.
After a while, the young prince brought over a compact, pure white mare. Only then did Wen Xiaotu understand what "easy to ride" meant.
Because, Southwest horses are very short.
Let's put it this way, the height is not more than 1.2 meters by visual inspection.
It should be easy to climb onto the horse's back.
However, Jingjun's bay-red horse was clearly taller than this one.
Wen Xiaotu: Obviously you are not as tall as me...
Look at the pure black horse that the eunuch brought to His Majesty the Emperor. It is even taller than her!
By comparison, this white Southwest horse looks like a horse for children to ride!
Wen Xiaotu felt that his self-esteem had been hurt ten thousand times!
She looked at the two men resentfully, "What do you mean? You look down on me or what?"
The little prince Jingjun touched his nose, "What do you think I'm doing?" I wanted to pick a big horse for you at the beginning, but my father didn't allow it...
Wen Xiaotu understood his son's eyes very clearly, and then looked at His Majesty the Emperor quietly.
In front of his son and so many young companions, Emperor Mingzhao had no choice but to show respect to his little wife, and said: "The queen has not been riding a horse for a long time, and she is afraid that she may be unfamiliar, so she will practice with this southwestern horse.
Once you are familiar with it, switch to another horse."
Wen Xiaotu took a look at His Majesty the Emperor's tall and majestic sweat horse, and he was so greedy. Although this southwest horse was white and flawless, it always felt that its legs were short and its pockets were small!
"Okay then." Wen Xiaotu also knew that he was not good enough, so he didn't show off. He walked up to the little mare in a few steps and stroked her fur. Well, her temper was quite docile.
The young prince Jingjun immediately came up to him filially, "Mother, my son, I will help you mount your horse!"
The emperor Ming Zhao, who had just stretched out his arm, turned half dark:...You are the only one who knows how to be attentive!!
Wen Xiaotu smiled, grabbed the horse's reins, and stepped on the stirrup. There was someone supporting him behind him, so it was naturally very stable. Wen Xiaotu turned over and sat down firmly on the horse's back.
Yes, the horse has a short back and is indeed easy to ride.
Riding on the horse, her field of vision suddenly became much wider, and Wen Xiaotu was in a much better mood. She patted the horse's neck, shook the reins, and said, "Let's go!"
The horse underneath him was quite smart, and he picked up his hooves obediently and began to trot into the vast pasture.
When Emperor Mingzhao saw this, he jumped on his horse, turned around and said coldly to his own son: "Learn your martial arts lessons well, and don't follow me here!"
Then, the emperor flicked the horse's whip and threw his son behind the horse's ass.
Little Prince Jingjun: It’s another day when my father doesn’t want to see him~
The pale-faced young man in the short series of accompanying readings walked up behind His Highness the Crown Prince. He covered his lips and coughed twice, "The Emperor treats His Highness much more gently than before."
Jingjun shrugged. Ever since his mother came back, his father had not found fault with him anymore, but he still rarely had a good look on his face.
Jing Jun showed a look of concern: "Huaizhi, you are not in good health yet, why don't you take care of yourself longer?"
The young man lowered his head with a blush on his face, "I have been resting for more than half a month, and I have fallen behind a lot of my homework. My grandfather said that if I continue to slack off, I will stop coming to the East Palace to be my companion."
Jing Jun sighed, his grandfather was very strict with his children and grandchildren.
That's right, this young man named Huai Zhi is the direct grandson of the eldest son of Duke Changguo.
