Zhao Xi still took it for granted. He had no image of a thousand war horses in his mind, nor did he have the impression of Dutingyi. He only thought that he should be able to see war horses when he arrived at Dutingyi.
He was leaving the city. Zhao Zhen was very confused about Zhao Xi's request. He was already a conflicted person, but when it came to Xi'er... he was even more confused.
The princes should have stopped him, or at least scolded Zhao Xi for his dramatic request, but it was always embarrassing for him to change his face now that he had just received someone's help.
"The officials can send a commanding officer from the palace to accompany them."
"The official family, this old slave can go with the prince."
Zhao Xi was a little confused again when he saw both Chen Zhizhong and Chen Lin saying this.
What do you mean? Do you still need to send guards? Isn’t it in Bianliang? There are three to five people... I guess it’s impossible. There should be no problem with thirty or fifty people, right?
"The official family has made a temporary agreement, even if there are young people, they are not prepared."
The country has been dynasty for nearly a hundred years, and now the people live and work in peace and contentment, right? Zhao Xi didn't understand the alarmist words Jia Changchao said, as if going out on his own was almost like courting death.
To be honest, Zhao Xi has been in this palace every day for several years. Except for every New Year's Eve, when he looks at the lights of thousands of families on Xuande Gate, he really wants to see what Bianliang City looks like.
With such a good excuse, how could he be willing to miss it?
I am very grateful. Whether it is Lao Chen Lin, or the two husbands, Jia and Chen, they can help and speak, which is very important to Zhao Zhen.
Dad's ears are so soft.
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Zhao Xi didn't expect that going out would be so troublesome. If he had known it, he might as well have stayed in the palace, it would have been too troublesome.
I thought I could just go out like this, but who would have thought that so many verbose rules are needed.
First came the dressing, then the selection of the escorts, both the eunuch and the palace maids. And then... Although Zhao Xi had nothing to do with him, he had to wait for a long time.
Lao Chen Lin personally screened the personal officers of the Imperial City Division, and even went to the Palace Division for a tour before selecting the commander of the Palace Division in the capital.
Fortunately, there was no lunch at this time, otherwise everyone would have to stop eating as soon as they left the palace gate.
This should be a real-life version of Along the River During the Qingming Festival.
Zhao Xi opened the sedan curtain, looked through the human wall, and finally saw the real and clear Bianliang City in broad daylight.
There are rows of buildings on both sides, including teahouses, wine shops, foot shops, butcher shops, temples, public houses, etc.
There are shops selling silks and satins, jewelry and spices, incense, paper horses, etc. There are also medical clinics, cart repairs, fortune telling, face shaping, and all kinds of services.
Pedestrians in the market are crowded in an endless stream. There are merchants doing business, gentry looking at the street scene, officials riding horses, hawkers, family members riding in sedans, traveling monks carrying baskets on their backs, and tourists asking for directions.
, there are children in the streets who listen to books, there are children of wealthy families who are drinking in restaurants, there are disabled old people begging on the edge of the city, men, women, old and young, scholars, farmers, businessmen, three religions and nine streams, they are all prepared.
On both sides of the street, there were sedan chairs, camels, bullock carts, rickshaws, peace carts, flat-head carts, and all kinds of things to avoid their honor guards.
Apart from the mottled buildings, it was not much different from the Riverside Scene during the Qingming Festival that he had imagined. Also, the real Bianliang was not as compact as the Riverside During the Qingming Festival.
The prince's guard of honor... This is also said to be low-key and travel quietly. As for this guard of honor, don't the people in the capital know about it? Even if the young man has never seen it, he will be informed by the elders.
There is only one prince today, and that is Prince E.
At this time, Zhao Xi can feel the treatment of future stars...but the fans are not so crazy.
No one yelled, and no one rushed to drive. People were on both sides of the street, smiling and waving in greeting...
Zhao Xi really likes this era.
People are always so polite, even if they are excited to see Prince E, they express their emotions very elegantly... Maybe they are not too excited, but Zhao Xi thinks too much.
After almost driving around Bianliang for a long time, even Zhao Xi got tired of looking at the street scene and lowered the sedan curtain.
So, he didn't see those people at Goulan Wine Shop... He didn't feel regretful because he didn't know, but those girls felt regretful.
Zhao Xi thought this circle was a place of praise. After all, this was his first time out of the palace. Only when he finally got out of the city gate did he realize that he had to go this far.
At the same time, I also understood my father’s hesitation and Jia Changchao’s words.
This is out of town!
A thousand war horses are really shocking.
When Zhao Xi saw the enclosed open space outside the city and the densely packed war horses, he was really shocked.
He could imagine the scene of so many horses running, and he could even imagine the state of mind of the soldiers facing the galloping horses. Even he himself was not sure that he could handle it calmly when faced with the galloping horses...
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"Your Majesty, the barbarians from the northwest have deceived us!"
The horse herders can't say that they don't understand, let alone that the prince doesn't understand, and they are the ones who receive the war horses.
This sound brought Zhao Xi back. He still wanted to re-create the scene of the war horses fighting in his mind.
"Please tell me in detail."
"Your Majesty, we went to the camp outside Daxia City to pick up the war horses, and there was nothing wrong during the process. However, after we kept the war horses in captivity and conducted inspections, we found that the hooves of these war horses had been damaged after traveling thousands of miles.
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"If the war horses are handed over to the border troops and trekked for more than a thousand miles again, the horses' hooves will be seriously damaged and they will no longer be able to carry out expeditions in wartime."
"Therefore, this batch of war horses can only be distributed and raised free-range, so that the fighting power of future generations will not be reduced. Or they will be reduced to draft horses again."
Zhao Xi could guess that there was something fishy about Mu Ma Jian, but he was not sure whether this statement was true or not.
But there is one thing that is strange to Zhao Xi. He has never heard of the saying that horses are considered useless because of their hooves.
"Is it just the hoof damage?"
He still had to be sure.
"That's true! Please take a look, Your Majesty."
What's going on here? Shouldn't there be horseshoes?
When Zhao Xi saw the lifted horse's hoof, he found that the outer edge of the horse's hoof was severely worn, and the outer hard shell was about to be lifted...
It shouldn’t be. Isn’t there a method of horseshoeing at this time?
Zhao Xi thought it was Daxia's intention, so he got closer to take a look...
"Your Majesty, this is a war horse with a wild temper. Don't get close to it!"
Zhao Xi listened to the advice and really couldn't get closer, otherwise he would definitely be disfigured if he stumbled.
However, he still saw clearly that there were no nail holes around the horse's hoof.
"Where will the prisoner be?"
Zhao Xi asked so abruptly that he was confused. He was talking about horseshoes, so why did he ask the general to be a prisoner?
"My lord, I will be a prisoner in the city."
"I will be the prisoner when I move. Oh...that, you will go together."
He didn't know the name of the person in charge of the horse herding supervisor, but he must be allowed to accompany him.
Zhao Xi really didn't want to show off these little tricks all the time, but such simple things just didn't exist in this era.