He Zheng blew meekly: "The young master is really smart and brave. Not only is he superb in archery, but he also has a pair of eyes that can penetrate people's hearts. I really admire him."

Jiang Fuyang nodded reservedly. Although he was young, he was not short in height, almost as tall as He Zheng. Even though he was thin, he looked much stronger than He Zheng.

"Then you really want to see His Majesty, instead of reluctant to bear General He?"

What is this question? He Zheng drummed in his heart, and his tone became more and more docile: "Of course, I have both. I have to trouble General He to bring my archery skills."

Jiang Fuyang snorted, turned around, and said old-fashionedly, "Let's go, my son will take you there."

He Zheng followed in his footsteps, but failed to enter the main entrance of the Hall of Mental Cultivation. Jiang Xian stopped the two of them outside: "Your Majesty is discussing matters with General He, and no one is allowed to enter without authorization."

Jiang Fuyang was just a puppy, and he didn't dare to disobey the big dog's order, so he immediately said, "Then let's go and wait first."

He Zheng glared at his back. As he leaned his chin up and continued to walk forward, the oil on the soles of his feet slipped away. Dealing with a dog emperor had already exhausted him, and he didn't want to spend any more time trying to please the dog emperor. cousin.

He Zheng finally decided to tell General He about this matter, no matter what He Run and Fang Tianzhuo would do in the future, but at this moment, He Zheng decided to follow his heart.

What does not happen in the book is completely unknown, and no one in this world requires him to follow the script anyway.

The sun was very bright at the moment, He Zheng changed several shades in a row while waiting for He Run to come out, and he had to avoid Jiang Fuyang and go back to find him. He felt dehydrated from the sun. Finally, saw He Run walking down the stairs of the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

"General He!"

He Run stopped and turned around, seeing a blushing face at a glance, the man ran towards him panting, his eyes were clear: "The general is in a hurry, but he was ordered to go to quell the rebellion immediately? "

It's not a secret to suppress the rebels, and it's not surprising that he would know about it. He Run was just stunned by that overly handsome face, and then said, "Exactly, dare to ask Lord Shanshou for any advice?"

"What advice can I have." He Zheng waved his hand and said, "It's just that you are gone, who will teach me how to ride in the future? Does Your Majesty have an explanation?"

He Run wondered if this He Shanshou was a bit too naive, how could His Majesty explain such trivial matters in particular, he said gently: "I believe His Majesty has his own decision, but the situation is urgent to suppress the rebellion.

"Wait, wait." He Zheng stopped him again, afraid of delaying his business, so he quickly got to the point and said sternly: "I see the general's face, this trip is extremely dangerous, and I came here to remind the general that on the way back from the rebellion, you must Be careful of the old lady in blue from the west, be careful."

What he said was a bit of a magician. He Run laughed and said, "I will keep this in mind, thank you Lord Shanshou."

He crossed He Zheng and walked away quickly, judging from his expression and tone, he obviously didn't take his words seriously, He Zheng looked at his back depressedly, "I told you anyway, if you don't listen, you will be hurt. Don't say I don't have the conscience to remind you..."

A soft voice suddenly sounded in my ear: "He Shanshou is muttering something..."

He Zheng was startled, covered his ears and took two steps back, scolding: "Why are you so close to me!"

"Oh, I scared you." Nanmenliang bowed to him and said, "The servant will give you a repayment."

He Zheng hated him when he looked at him, and he was warm all day long. He threw off his arms and turned to leave, but Nanmenliang said quietly behind him, "Your Majesty let He Shanshou go in and ask questions."

Mentioning Fang Tianzhuo, He Zheng suddenly tightened his skin, changed his cold face, and said tentatively, "He, what is he doing for me?"

Nanmen Liang smiled: "Your Majesty said it was a question, and the servants don't know what to ask. He Shanshou, please."

He Zheng walked in cowardly, entered the door, and poked his head against the screen first. Fang Tianzhuo was sitting behind the desk, looking at the books in various places, and a faint refreshing fragrance was burning in the air.

He Zheng turned his head back, tidied up his clothes, recalled that he should have nothing to provoke him, and then walked in: "Your Majesty, are you looking for me?"

"What were you doing sneaking outside the door just now?"

How could he be sneaky, he was clearly waiting for someone aboveboard, He Zheng replied: "I watched the sky last night, and God said that it was very dangerous for General He to go to quell the rebellion this time. Originally, I didn't care, but carefully. Thinking about it, General He is the pillar of the country and the right-hand man of His Majesty, for His Majesty, I have to make a few premise, should I avoid it if I can."

Nanmen Liang looked at him quietly.

He Shanshou's mouth is also rare in the world.

Fang Tianzhuo raised his eyebrows: "Do you still understand astronomical phenomena?"

He Zheng replied: "I know a little bit about the fur, so I don't know if it's accurate."

Fang Tianzhuo beckoned, He Zheng obediently went over to sit on his lap, and he hugged and rubbed his tanned face: "For me, Zheng'er is really attentive."

He Zheng held his big hand, and his mind changed sharply: "Then, Your Majesty, would you like to reward me with something?"

Fang Tianzhuo smiled and said, "What do you want?"

He Zheng looked forward with anticipation: "Next week's spring hunting, can I have the right to participate?"

Fang Tianzhuo didn't stop touching his face, and said, "You haven't learned anything about riding and archery, so what can you do up there?"

"Follow and run more, you will gain a lot of knowledge, and superb riding skills are not learned at the racetrack all day long." He Zheng rubbed his face affectionately at him and said, "I also need more complex terrain to exercise my own. ."

The smooth face rubbed against the rough palm at once, as if it was an itching, Fang Tianzhuo tapped his lips and said warmly, "Then Yizheng's, and on that day, you will enter the arena with Fuyang."

This He Zheng doesn't matter, as long as he can get the right to ride and run around, he will be the first step.

General He left, and the person who taught He Zheng was replaced by Jiang Xian. This Jiang Xian was also meticulous, patient, and considerate, so on the racetrack, the only person who made He Zheng unhappy was Jiang Fuyang.

He was full of displeasure: "What do you think, Your Majesty, your riding skills are so bad, if you enter the arena with this young master, you will not be a hindrance to this young master."

He Zheng stopped to rest, took a sip of water from the cup, resisted the urge to beat him, and said in a good voice: "When the time comes, you will run into the woods, you will run, I will run mine, I'm just with you. Entering the arena, you don't divide your spoils, why are you so stingy."

"You said this young master is stingy?!" Jiang Fuyang looked at him angrily, and He Zheng had no choice but to say, "I said something wrong, I will apologize to you."

Jiang Fuyang frowned, his temper came and went quickly, "No matter what, it must be you and Your Majesty who blew the pillow wind, otherwise, how could His Majesty agree to such a ridiculous thing, why are you different from He Jinhua's team?"

He Zheng smiled and said: "Actually, when I first saw you, I felt that you were very kind and kind, not to mention that my younger brother, in terms of riding and archery, can't compare to you, I don't want to be with you. Son, are you dipped in the light?"

Jiang Fuyang paused, his ears flushed slightly again, and said solemnly, "Is this really the case?"

He Zheng said earnestly: "Every word is sincere, every word is sincere."

Jiang Fuyang coughed, stretched out his hand and picked up the tea to cover up his unnaturalness. He looked sideways when he saw He Zheng jumping on his horse again, but he still closed his mouth when he wanted to say something.

He Zheng learns to draw a bow in addition to horse training every day, but equestrianism can be classified as a skill, but bow and arrow are very laborious, and it is impossible for him to improve his arm strength in a short period of time. He must use both hands and feet to shoot out. Two hits on the target are already jaw-dropping.

For several days in a row, He Zheng suffered from backache and arm pain, and the inner thighs were also worn on the horse's back. The medicine was useless. Seeing that the spring hunting was tomorrow, He Zheng decided to take a day off to recuperate. Rui, Jiang Fuyang came over not long after breakfast and just practicing calligraphy.

"Why didn't Shan Shou go to learn horses today?" He had become familiar with He Zheng in the past few days, and he opened the door straight to the point. He Zheng held the brush and slowly wrote, weakly said: "I'm tired, rest today."

Jiang Fuyang disagreed: "I've only learned for a few days, how can I be so vulnerable, tomorrow will be spring hunting."

He Zheng was lying on the table, pressing his face on his arm, staring at the movement of the pen tip, and said tiredly, "We will talk about the spring hunting tomorrow."

Jiang Fuyang felt that his attitude was not a problem, and eagerly said: "Get up, today's young master will teach you a stunt of horseback riding."

No matter how good a stunt He Zheng is, he doesn't want to learn it. Now when he walks, the inside of his leg hurts so badly that he has to spread his legs when sitting in a chair.

Jiang Fuyang tugged at his sleeve and said, "Get up quickly and pack up. You have a reward now, so don't let your hair down like this anymore and be unseemly."

He Zheng pulled back his sleeves sadly, sat up straight and said, "No."

"go Go."

"Don't go." He Zheng grabbed his sleeve again and said, "I'm tired, so I won't go anywhere."

Knowing that riding a horse would wear down his legs, he would not be tired of sitting on the racecourse all day, and no one would tell him to pay attention.

Jiang Fuyang looked at his little expression about whether to cry or not, and suddenly he felt blessed and said happily, "Are you hurt? I'll just say, if you stay on the horse all day long, something will definitely happen. Otherwise, practice bow today, no hit a horse."

"Don't go, don't go." He Zheng stressed in anger: "Tired, I'm tired!"

"Since Zheng'er is tired, let him rest." A voice suddenly came from outside, Fang Tianzhuo didn't know when he came, Jiang Fuyang hurriedly saluted: "See Your Majesty!"

Fang Tianzhuo said: "Tomorrow Spring Hunting, how are you preparing?"

Jiang Fuyang was in high spirits: "Everything is ready, my younger brother can't wait to skip today and go straight to the hunting ground!"

When He Zheng saw him, he immediately stood up from his chair, Fang Tianzhuo walked towards him, hugging him as if he was holding a gadget, and while teasing, he said to Jiang Fuyang: "If If you can come out on top, I will give you another reward."

Jiang Fuyang said happily: "It will definitely live up to His Majesty's expectations!"

"Go back."

Jiang Fuyang glanced at He Zheng, hesitated, and said, "Yes."

There were only two people left in the room for a while, Fang Tianzhuo looked down at him, and asked in a warm voice, "Has anyone been given medicine?"

He Zheng said in a muffled voice, "Go on."

He was also a little angry at the other party Tianzhuo, and even suspected that he had guessed at the beginning that he would wear his legs, but now he regrets it. As early as Fang Tianzhuo said that he should have noticed that this was a trap when he sent someone to teach him to ride horses systematically.

The pain in the leg is burning hot now, and it will definitely have some impact on running tomorrow.

The man's lips suddenly touched his ear, and his tone was low and intimate: "If Zheng'er is in severe pain, I will stay in the palace to rest tomorrow, okay?"

The author has something to say: Zheng Zheng: always feel that this sentence has no deep meaning...

Fang Huang: Hmm.

PS. Horse riding and grinding legs are not squeamish here. Under normal circumstances, everyone will be injured after riding for a long time.