The domestic guard is a little sweet

Feng Ruiyang didn't hesitate at all, his forehead hit the ground heavily, and his voice was crisp and clear: "The villain is willing. As long as I can get out of the hell that suffocates me, I am willing to pay any price."

Zhao Jin nodded, and nodded to Anshi who was standing beside him.

Pick up the brush and talk while writing on the paper

"Ben Wang actually helped you, and it's not without asking for anything in return. As for what to do, you will know later. This piece of paper will be burned immediately after you read it. After you left the small gate of the palace today, you have never looked for Ben. Wang, this king has never seen it before, do you know?"

Dark Twelve took the paper, dried the ink, and walked to Feng Ruiyang's side.

Feng Ruiyang heard the solemnity in Zhao Jin's tone, nodded cautiously, took the piece of paper, and read it carefully, for a while, his eyes widened, and he looked at Zhao Jin in disbelief: "My lord, this? "

With a smile on the corner of Zhao Jin's mouth, he lowered his head and took a sip of his tea.

"Why, don't you dare?"

Feng Ruiyang's other hand was tightly clenched into a fist, his nails pierced into the flesh, he pursed his lips, and a look of determination flashed in his eyes.

"The villain knows."

Zhao Jin smiled: "Okay, after you go out, someone will arrange for you."

Feng Ruiyang: "Yes."

After finishing speaking, after receiving Zhao Jin's consent, Feng Ruiyang got up and set the paper on the kitchen table and lit it until the paper was burned to ashes. Then he put on his hood again, mixed with the servants who were going out, and left through the small gate of the palace .

With Fabre deliberately sending people to spread the word in the capital, the spring hunting competition between him and Zhao Jin can be said to be well known in the whole city!

All the dignitaries in the capital knew that King Rui was born weak, and now that he was going up against that savage northern barbarian prince, some of them naturally had the mentality of watching a good show, gloating at his misfortune.

Casinos of all sizes in Beijing also opened their handicap to determine the outcome of this bet.

Although the northern barbarians and Da Qi exchanged their national documents, the border of Da Qi has been harassed by the northern barbarians for many years. Lost all face.

If Zhao Jin was [-]% sure of winning this match before, after seeing Dark Twelve's bows and arrows, he was [-]% sure after riding and shooting.

Zhao Jin asked the emperor to send those two servants, and they taught An Twelve some tricks.

Three days later, they hunted in the royal hunting ground in the suburbs of Beijing.

The emperor's guard of honor, the bright yellow canopy guard of honor, is mighty and mighty. This time the emperor didn't bring any high-ranking concubines, but only ordered two or three nobles to accompany him. In addition, the princes, relatives and nobles from all walks of life, as well as civil and military officials, this team But it stretches for hundreds of miles.

It is said to be hunting, but in the season of recovery of all things in spring, the small animals in the hunting ground are also raised in advance, and the display is more meaningful. This kind of ceremonial ceremony shows the strong bows and horses of Qi, prays for good weather, and the health of farm animals. means.

In order to show that they are proficient in bowing and horses, the prince and the clan's children all drove horses in the middle of the team, but even though the ancient roads were smooth, they were still dusty, and it was not an easy job.

There was no one in the capital who didn't know that Prince Rui was in poor health. Zhao Jin simply hid in his carriage, leaned on An Twelve's legs, and listened to the other party's mellow voice reading to him from the script. No less.

Zhao Jin was leaning against An Twelve behind him, with his thick chest raised and his feet swaying, he happily picked up a grape and placed it by An Twelve's lips.

"I don't know when this guard of honor will arrive at the hunting ground in the suburbs of Beijing?"

An Twelve's voice reading the script suddenly paused, his ears turned red, he lowered his head and bit the grape, not sure if it was the warmth of the master in his arms, or the fresh and sweet juice in his mouth, An Twelve's eyes were full of softness.

"It should be more than half an hour. If the master is tired, you might as well take a nap."

Zhao Jin was so bored, he picked a big and bright grape from the plate with his flat mouth and threw it in his mouth, and said vaguely: "I'm going to toss about it early in the morning when it's just dawn. It's almost time for dinner, and I will leave Beijing, and I will arrive in half an hour!"

This is really going out early in the morning to catch an evening show, and the royal etiquette is really stinky and long.

Zhao Jin complained in his heart, but he didn't say anything. After all, although the two of them were in their own carriage, of course there were ears behind the wall.

Knowing that Zhao Jin was just being bored, the Dark Twelve also picked up a grape with a smile and brought it to Zhao Jin's mouth.

"Prince Faber specially ordered someone to send a message, saying that today there will be archery and wrestling competitions."

When talking about wrestling, Zhao Jin suddenly remembered the sumo wrestling he watched on TV in his previous life.

He turned around with a grunt, lying in An Shi's arms, with his arms wrapped around the other's thin waist, and he looked at An Shi without blinking his phoenix eyes.

"When you wrestle, you won't be naked, just wear pants and panties, right?"

An Twelve was stunned for a moment, and looked at Zhao Jin strangely.

"Of course not. The clothes are not neatly arranged, and both sides will wear triangle clothes. There are some wrestling like that in the romantic places, but it's just for grandstanding."

Sijiucheng is full of high-ranking officials and dignitaries. Some rich men are free and have nothing to do. Naturally, there are more flowers to play. In some buildings, in order to attract customers, there are all kinds of programs. The women are dressed in cool clothes and wrestle with each other. Force is also a fresh show.

Zhao Jin's eyes gurgled and rolled away. In his previous life, two men wrestled, but it was rare to see too many women on TV.

Then Zhao Jin narrowed his eyes suspiciously, and looked An Shier up and down.

"It seems that you are quite familiar with Fengyuelouzi, and you even know what programs they have."

The poor hidden guards were a little dumbfounded, their eyes widened, and they shook their heads anxiously: "Master, no, no, there are people in the mansion who are in charge of the intelligence of the scriptures, so they naturally have some understanding of the big and small things in the scriptures."

Zhao Jin lightly tapped An Twelve's chin with his fingers, raised his head and bit the other's thin lips heavily.

"Okay, since you said you didn't have it, I'll believe you, but I want to see the coolness and determination of people wearing it, so you go back and wear it for my grandfather to see."

An Twelve's ears turned red, and the arm holding Zhao Jin tightened slightly.

Knowing that the other party was shy, Zhao Jin deliberately leaned in front of him, and bit An Twelve's red and swollen lips again.

"Do you think it's better to wear a light shirt and tulle, or pockets, crotch, and trousers?"

"Du...Du..." An Twelve could not utter the remaining two words, half of his face was a little red, looking at his master's shining eyes, he could only lower his head and say in a muffled voice: "Ten Second, follow the orders of the master."

This look of an honest man being bullied makes Zhao Jin happier the more he looks at it.

Just as he was about to open his mouth to tease a few more words, suddenly the carriage stopped slowly and the boy Sun He outside, walked quickly to the carriage and tapped on the window lightly.

"My lord, we have arrived at the hunting ground in the suburbs of Beijing, and every household is waiting to enter."

Zhao Jin looked at An Twelve's embarrassment with a smile on his face, coughed twice and cleared his throat, and calmly said to Sun He outside: "I know, go in according to the rules, and set up camp."

Sun He: "Yes."

When they arrived at the royal hunting ground, every household would set up tents at the arranged locations.

Zhao Jin quickly kissed An Twelve's lips again, then got up to adjust the hem of his clothes, and stepped off the carriage.

The royal hunting ground covers an area of ​​more than 50 mu, half of which are dense forests. Although it is spring, there are many evergreen trees in the forest, which look lush from a distance.

From time to time, there are figures of small animals in the dense forest, flashing past.

After all, Zhao Jin was a prince with a title. When he got out of the carriage, the people below had already built a large tent, including his usual tables and chairs, an incense burner, cups for drinking tea, and a teapot.

Zhao Jin raised his eyes and looked at Yuan Feng's mountains and forests. Unexpectedly, the second prince came over suddenly, and saluted with a smile on his face.

"See Uncle Nine Emperors, my nephew heard that Uncle Nine Emperors had a contest with Prince Fabre today. Uncle Nine Emperors' battle is about Da Qi's face. Nai Hao is not talented, and he has several guards with superb martial arts skills. If you can help, you are welcome, Uncle Huang."

The second prince is the son of the noble concubine, named Zhao Naihao, who is only two months younger than the current eldest son, plus the fact that the noble concubine has been loved by the emperor in the palace for these years, the first prince and the second prince are also quite at odds.

The schadenfreude on this man's face was almost overflowing, Zhao Jin rolled his eyes indecently.

"Don't bother. When the competition is going on later, the second prince should dodge a little farther away. The sword has no eyes. Be careful not to hurt yourself."

The second prince was so angry that he fell on his back. As long as he saw Zhao Jin, he would think of the bloody corpse hanging beside his bed. He was gnashing his teeth in his heart but had to wear a smile of a junior on his face.

"Thank you, Uncle Huang, for your concern. I will definitely prepare wine to celebrate Uncle Huang's victory."

"Hehe, the second prince is too polite. Why don't you discount it for a while if you want to celebrate?"

Zhao Jin rolled his eyes again, really too lazy to deal with this brat, snorted coldly, and strode forward.

The royal ceremony was naturally extremely solemn. After some complicated etiquette, the emperor himself got on his horse and shot the first arrow, which hit the beast in the forest.

He laughed loudly and held up the bow and arrow in his hand.

"My Daqi man is adept at bowing and horses. Everyone is vying to be a warrior. Today, I will hunt and the top three prey will be rewarded."

The crowd cheered and shouted three times to thank His Majesty Long En, and then rode mightily towards the jungle!

If he could win the first prize on such an occasion, it would be an opportunity to show his military prowess, and if he won the emperor's favor, he would surely rise to the top in the future.

The children of the aristocratic families in central Beijing, the young sons and daughters of the clan, are all eager to try.

Zhao Jin has a reputation for being frail, but he still has to do his job on the stage of being a prince.

He rode on his own bay red horse, and Dark Twelve rode a black horse behind Zhao Jin, half a horse's body behind, followed by a dozen guards.

As soon as Zhao Jin entered the jungle, he tightened the reins and slowed down.

"Today, you can just kill the prey as you like, and you don't have to compete with those young people in Beijing."

"Yes."

The guards spread out, seemingly loose, but they were standing beside Zhao Jin loosely outside and tightly inside, forming a posture of guarding.

The people rode horses in the jungle, shooting and killing a few pheasants and hares like strolling in the courtyard, which was also regarded as an errand.

At this moment, a little deer with snow-white fur suddenly flashed past the dense forest. Zhao Jin saw it with sharp eyes and exclaimed.

"Deer, white deer!"

At this moment, Zhao Jin's bay red horse neighed suddenly, and ran wildly into the distance.

"My lord!!!"