Si Ningchi thought that when she woke up, Zhao Zongheng would definitely go to court as usual, but she didn't expect that she would slap Zhao Zongheng in the face as soon as she turned over.
Zhao Zongheng, who was leaning against the bed and reading a book, received a slap in the face and the books in his hands fell off.
Zhao Zongheng turned his head and looked at Si Ningchi who was stretching and turning over with a warm expression. She could really sleep.
"Why are you here..." Si Ningchi looked at Zhao Zongheng in shock and blinked.
"No bathing today." Zhao Zongheng picked up the book again and said in a calm tone.
"Can the emperor also take a bath?"
"..."
Zhao Zongheng stared at her silently, then put down the book in his hand and said: "It's rare that you have free time today. Would you like to go to the palace for a walk?"
As soon as Zhao Zongheng finished speaking, Si Ningchi got up and told Zhao Zongheng directly that she wanted to leave the palace!
The last time I left the palace was at night, it was so dark that I couldn't see anything, and I was in a hurry when I had something important to do. But this time I left the palace, it was different. I walked out of the main entrance in a swaggering way.
The street scene in Beijing is much more lively and prosperous than Si Ningchi imagined, but the Beijing road is not wide. If a horse-drawn carriage is traveling together, it may be blocked on the road. Therefore, there are regulations in Beijing that you are not allowed to drive horses in the busy city.<
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The market was crowded and chaotic, and the emperor's uncle Zhao Yuanzhen was accompanying the emperor this time. Looking at Zhao Yuanzhen's dress and silver mask, he looked more like an accompanying guard.
"The Yang family has been in and out of the Taiwei's mansion a lot recently." Si Ningchi only wanted to go out on the street to play, but Zhao Zongheng and Zhao Yuanzhen seemed to have left the palace for some reason.
"Dong Taiwei has advised the Yang family several times on the matter of grain transportation around the countryside." Zhao Zongheng responded softly and said: "The Supervisory Office is preparing to forge ordnance, and Dong Taiwei has joined forces with the Yang family many times to compete for power." "What are the emperor's plans?" Zhao Yuanzhen looked up.
"Wait a little longer."
Si Ningchi was confused after hearing this. He glanced at Zhao Zongheng and wondered what he meant by waiting.
The carriage stopped in front of a teahouse. Perhaps Zhao Yuanzhen had arranged it in advance. There was no one else in the teahouse. Not even the owner of the teahouse showed up. It seemed that almost all the guards in the building were dressed in disguise. Si Ningchi wanted to go shopping and try out the fresh snacks of the ancient capital, but he didn't want to stay in the teahouse.
"I'll go make arrangements." Zhao Yuanzhen glanced at Si Ningchi and stood up without any nonsense.
"The emperor is so cautious, is there an assassin?" Si Ningchi held his chin and looked at Zhao Zongheng and asked: "Who dares to assassinate the emperor?"
Zhao Zongheng smiled with his curved lips, pushed the tea on the table in front of her and said, "Don't worry, no one can hurt me."
Si Ningchi raised his eyes in disbelief, right?
Then how did you die in my hands?
Si Ningchi silently picked up the tea and took a bite. The light sweet taste was a bit rough, and it was really not delicious.
Zhao Yuanzhen came back after going out for a while, saying that he could go out on the street.
Si Ningchi was overjoyed and pulled Zhao Zongheng onto the street. The road was still as usual. The downtown was still noisy and there was not much ostentation. But as long as you look carefully, you can find that among the pedestrians, seemingly inconspicuous pedestrians,
They are all disguised by the imperial guards.
The invisible protection can protect the emperor and the empress immediately if any abnormality occurs.
"Soup dumplings!" Si Ningchi showed great joy when he saw a familiar snack. Zhao Zongheng, who followed closely behind, raised his eyebrows like a paid tool.
"Sugar painting~"
"What kind of cake is this?"
She was running around like a curious baby. Zhao Yuanxuan looked at Si Ningchi, who looked like he had never left the house before. Why could these things that everyone was familiar with call her so novel and weird? As the legitimate daughter of the Marquis of Xiwu, Si Ningchi should not be like this...
Zhao Yuanzhen glanced at Zhao Zongheng. With the emperor's keen insight, he should not have noticed it. At this time, Zhao Zongheng allowed Si Ningchi to hold her hand and wander around. When he met her new things, he explained them patiently.
Origin of things.
The emperor with a smile on his face lowered his eyes to look at the woman beside him, with a look of tenderness and attachment that he had never seen before, which seemed invisible but tangible.
"This jade crown is very beautiful." There are countless stalls on the street. Si Ningchi and Zhao Zongheng are dressed like wealthy people, but now they are standing in front of a narrow stall choosing. The stall owners are a little hesitant to speak.
Stop it again. How can the crappy gadgets on his stall be worthy of such a noble man wearing them?
"Do you like it, husband?" Si Ningchi held the jade crown and turned to look at Zhao Zongheng and said.
"..." Zhao Zongheng's husband was distracted for a moment when he heard Si Ningchi's words. He lowered his eyes and looked at the hair crown that was not jade, and the colored glaze did not look like colored glaze.
It’s not that he doesn’t give face, it’s that this thing really doesn’t look good...
Zhao Zongheng twisted the beginning: "No."
He doesn’t want to wear this ugly thing, even if his husband doesn’t wear it.
Then...
When he returned to the teahouse, Zhao Zongheng had a sullen face full of displeasure. The dragon-ball-like hair crown on his head was quite eye-catching, and it didn't match his gorgeous clothes at all.
Si Ningchi covered his mouth and smiled, feeling quite happy. However, this joy suddenly stopped when he reached the door of the teahouse.
Not because of anything else, just because Si Qionglian was standing in front of the teahouse. She was wearing a lotus pink satin skirt and was pretty and cute. She was holding a food box in her hand and her big watery eyes were smiling when she saw Zhao Yuanzhen.
The figure took the initiative to greet Zhao Yuanzhen. When he saw clearly that the person standing next to Zhao Yuanzhen was the emperor, a surprised expression appeared on his face.
"Qiong Lian meets the Emperor, the Queen." Si Qiong Lian seemed a little nervous. He raised his head cautiously and glanced at Zhao Yuanzhen and said: "Holy King, I didn't know you were with the Emperor today..."
"Why are you here?" Zhao Yuanzhen waved his hand to indicate that he didn't need to say anything, and asked Si Qionglian with lowered eyes.
"Last time you said you wanted to eat Ruyi Rolls, I learned to make some." Si Qionglian whispered as if he was a little embarrassed: "It took me a long time to make them. I just wanted to give them to you to try.
I didn’t expect that the Emperor and the Queen would be here..."
"Since the Holy King is busy with something, I'll take my leave first." Si Qionglian hurriedly bowed to Zhao Zongheng and prepared to turn around and leave.
"It's rare that sister Qiong Lian is so thoughtful. How could the emperor not give it a try? Wouldn't it be a disgrace to Qiong Lian?" Si Ningchi said with a smile: "I have never tasted my sister's craftsmanship.
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"Let's talk after we get inside." Zhao Yuanzhen glanced at Si Ningchi, and it was obvious that Si Ningchi didn't want to see his stepsister, but why did he specifically ask to stay?
In the elegant room inside the teahouse, Si Ningchi and Zhao Zongheng took their seats, while Zhao Yuanzhen and Si Qionglian sat on the left and right sides.
