The Beloved Imperial Consort - Chapter 210

[210. Chapter 210 Stupid Ass]

In order to see clearly, Mu Xiyao followed the crowd to the second-floor viewing platform, and at a glance, he saw the person riding on a horse with a splendid appearance.

Zong Zhenglin’s jet-black riding jacket and silver-gray armor were originally indifferent, and with this outfit, he appeared even more dignified and majestic. The scarlet scarf and the tail flying on the head, the feet are on the long boots, the left hand is holding the reins, and the right hand is holding the battle. Among the people who were laughing in twos and threes and waiting for Emperor Yuancheng’s order, he was the only one who was solitary and stern.

This man… Mu Xiyao leaned on the fence leisurely, and had to admit that His Royal Highness was still very good-looking. It’s no wonder that there are so many maids and maids in the periphery, chirping and watching with a face full of spring.

“Sister, Your Sixth Highness is so blessed.” Mu Xiting covered her mouth and approached her ear, and couldn’t help but praise her.

“What’s wrong, your fifth highness?”

“You!” Mu Xiting stomped her feet, her face flushed with shame. “But it’s different.”

Really different. Mu Xiyao kept in mind the “respect” of His Highness the Sixth Highness. Out of the corner of the eye, he saw that Zong Zhengming was also dressed and angry, but his whole body was fluttering. On the other hand, Zong Zhenghan and Mu Xiyao raised their brows slightly. This person was well hidden, moderate and low-key, too ordinary. If it wasn’t for the emblem of the prince on his arm, he would be almost indistinguishable from the Jingwei of Emperor Yuancheng around him.

When Emperor Chengdi of Yuan gave the order of “tee-off”, Jiaofang played drums in the east, felt flags blared, and there was a commotion on the racecourse.

Zong Zhenglin and Zong Zhengming’s team led guards to intercept the team led by the prince and the rest of the prince. The two teams were intertwined, making Mu Xiyao dazzled.

“Sister, who do you think will win?” Mu Xiting nervously climbed onto her arm, just watching the fierce competition in the field, her forehead was sweating, and her heart was raised high.

win? “Naturally, His Royal Highness will win.” Zong Zhenglin disdain to play tricks, Zong Zhengming has always been modest and courteous, Zong Zhengyun dealt with it scribbly, and Zong Zhenghan only made a three-point effort. The remaining prince, however, was rampant and repeatedly violated the ban.

If the prince continues like this, he will win steadily on the field, but he will actually lose to the Sacred Heart Emperor’s Family.

Emperor Yuan Cheng raised his glass and sipped his tea without saying a word, showing no joy or anger. The imperial concubine, who was only familiar with his temperament, could faintly see that the emperor was not satisfied with the polo.

The result was not bad as expected by Mu Xiyao. The crown prince had a remarkable victory and was far ahead with a three-goal advantage. Mu Xiting frowned, the corners of her lips pursed in disappointment.

“Stupid.” Mu Xiyao tapped her forehead while holding the silk handkerchief, and led someone downstairs to greet the “frustrated” sixth prince.

Mu Xiting followed in a daze, wondering why she was suddenly made fun of. Isn’t it normal to hope that His Royal Highness can win?

Emperor Yuancheng looked at the honest rules in front of him, but in fact there was no peace of mind. In particular, Zong Zhenglin and Zong Zhengming ran around the horse as if they were playing, and the kicking was useless.

“It’s so ugly to lose. What do you two explain?” Yuan Chengdi frowned.

Zong Zhengming said a thousand times, and he was very gentle. “My son’s pen and ink are good, but riding and archery are really bad.”

Emperor Yuan Cheng knocked on the case a few times, looking at Zong Zhenglin and waiting for him to say what he said.

“For fun, it’s enough to stretch your muscles and bones.” His Highness’s eyes were cold, and the imperial concubine couldn’t help but coughed twice.

Emperor Yuan Cheng froze for a moment, gave him a deep look, and didn’t say that the two of them would be punished, but he was more stern to the prince.

“I’ll see you in the imperial study tomorrow.” After that, he waved his hand to let him back down, seeing that he was about to get up and drive back to the palace.

“Your Majesty, please call me if you have something to do.” Zong Zhengying, who had been sitting quietly at the bottom, suddenly spoke up, causing everyone to turn their heads and focus on her.

“What’s the matter?” At this time, Zong Zhengying had something to play, and Emperor Yuan Cheng’s face darkened. Could it be that he is clamoring to separate himself from the Yang family?

“Father, why don’t you let Erchen and others come off the field and run a lap? Women’s polo, the palace has not been so lively for a long time.”

“That’s what happened.” After hearing her talk about women’s polo, Emperor Yuan Cheng’s mood faded. “Well, while you are free today, who have you compared to?”

“There are so many noble girls in the palace who can play polo, and the royal father’s concubines and concubines can all end up. The royal brothers and sisters, the daughters and relatives of the palace, can’t escape. Today, let the father and the emperor see the daughter’s family is the best.” Zong Zhengying’s voice was light, and it was rare to show squeamishness.

“Pick someone and prepare quickly.” Since the emperor responded to this matter, the people below followed. The turf that was just raised by the horse racing has to be picked up and taken back, and the masters have to re-select the riding and ball battles.

Mu Xiyao doesn’t know how to polo. When Zong Zhenglin approached, he followed him in to change clothes and serve.

“How?” Zong Zhenglin raised his arms and leaned forward slightly, so that she could take off the light armor and brocade clothes.

Really, where did someone ask such a question. Mu Xiyao is funny.

“Your Highness is extraordinary, very good.”

“Is it okay to lose?” Zong Zhenglin raised his eyebrows and looked deeply into her eyes. This woman still has a competitive temperament in her bones. To be able to say that, it’s not like she always behaves.

If it wasn’t for Zong Zhenglin taking the time to look at her a few times during the interval between the kicks, seeing this woman obediently looking at her intently, at this time, she would probably suspect her absent-minded and perfunctory.

Mu Xiyao put down the brocade robe she had arranged, turned around and put her arms around his neck, folded her hands behind her head, and untied the shawl for him. It was interesting to hear him ask, he was close to the man’s ear, his attitude was soft and affectionate, but his words were rarely tyrannical.

“His Royal Highness deserves a compliment for being able to make the Crown Prince suffer.” If the Big Boss could make the Crown Prince fall from power earlier, she would definitely give her a high five to celebrate and sing while playing the qin.

With such outrageous remarks, Mu Xiyao dared to speak aggressively in front of him. Zong Zhenglin took her position and supported his waist. “Don’t like the prince?” But why are you so focused?

“It’s not that I don’t like it, it’s that I hate it.” For Zong Zhenghui, Mu Xiyao had no sympathy at all. “The prince’s eyes, concubine… I don’t like it very much.”

Zong Zhenglin touched the top of her hair and his eyes darkened. Zong Zhenghui repeatedly had lewd thoughts of Mu Xiyao, and one day, he will definitely teach him enough lessons.

“Avoid him for now.” Zong Zhenglin kissed Mu Xiyao’s forehead, watching her carefully organize everything, and suddenly remembered that at first, this woman kept saying that she would not wait.

“Jiaojiao said earlier that she was confused. Could it be a prevarication?” Zong Zhenglin was surprised that she was so lazy.

Mu Xiyao’s eyes widened, and Zong Zhenglin’s eyes were very wrong. Thought she was cheating? Humph.

Xiaozui made an effort, indicating the dark patterns on the drapery around His Royal Highness.

Zong Zhenglin took a closer look and found that the patterns on it were not just simple strokes. This woman has a small head.

“Ghost spirit.”

When they were ready, when they came out again, Mu Xiyao was by Zong Zhenglin’s side, looking down from the stage, half of his body leaned out of the fence, and Zong Zhenglin’s eyebrows were tightly locked.

“Be careful.” The big hand grabbed her arm and gently brought the person back.

“His Royal Highness, Mrs Wan’s riding outfit is so chic.” At the mansion of the sixth prince, Helian Minmin and Mrs Wan ended up together. Compared with Helian Minmin’s well-regulated tight-fitting riding jacket, Wan’s shirt was wrapped with raw edges on the shoulders, cuffs, and hem.

“It’s more like Qiongzhou style.” Zong Zhenglin recognized the difference at a glance.

Qiongzhou…the gateway to the west of the Great Wei Dynasty, across the river from the Jin Dynasty. Mu Xiyao nodded and wrote it down.

Dawei women like polo, especially noble ladies in the palace. Unlike the competition between men, the women ride not really horses, but donkeys that are carefully raised and have a gentle temper.

Mu Xiyao lacked interest, and since watching Zong Zhenglin and others vigorously racing horses and kicking the ball, the scene of women lying softly and riding donkeys below was hard to see.

What’s more, Mu Xiyao has always disliked donkeys. Whether it is to kill the donkey or kill the donkey, there is no good meaning for each of them. The most powerful, and the one that best fits the current scene – stupid as a donkey.

This polo game, not to mention skills, just to be attentive is really shameless. Just look at the woman sitting on the donkey below, all of them are slender waists showing off, smiling Yan Yan, frowning and laughing, there are always times when their eyes are lingering on the viewing platform. Nine out of ten shots in the air, and she was still able to cheer and cheer, Mu Xiyao’s face twitched, and she simply tilted her head and went to eat melon seeds by herself.

Ways to please men are everywhere. Laughing in public, Mu Xiyao couldn’t do it.

“It doesn’t look good?” Zong Zhenglin saw her turn around and take a seat. The surroundings were so lively, and there were endless cheers and laughter. The little woman was uncharacteristically quiet and calmed down by herself.

“His Royal Highness,” Mu Xiyao looked around, convinced that no one could hear her words, so she leaned her head and complained in a low voice, “Do you think a woman can really see beauty when she rides on that stupid donkey? Do you feel more uncomfortable looking at it?”

Zong Zhenglin’s eyes tightened, staring at her extremely serious eyes, and couldn’t help showing a smile.

Very good, Mu Xiyao thinks of the most admired pastime in the ladies circle. Before, he felt that women’s polo was completely superfluous, and Zong Zhenglin was the most displeased of selling dog meat.

As expected of a woman who was heartbroken, he could see that a serious occasion like the school field was not suitable for women to frolic. The Sixth Highness was sighing that Mu Xiyao’s unique insights made him very happy, but Mu Xiyao’s next words suffocated him in his chest, which made him really uncomfortable.

“If you really want to ride tight,” Mu Xiyao frowned, very embarrassed. “To dress up that donkey, to wear clothes and hairpins, I can barely endure it.” Simply make it more fancy, obviously ornamental, and bring some daughters to please.

Zong Zhenglin only thought for a moment according to her description, and his face was completely dark. That scene…fortunately I never saw it.

For the Sixth Highness, who was accustomed to strict military training, listening to her words, it was extremely inappropriate for a beast like a donkey to appear on the school grounds. This also directly led to the enthronement of Emperor Jian Andi and the ban on polo on the girls’ school grounds. Another Yuyuan paddock was opened for the female relatives to have fun.

“Don’t talk nonsense.” Zong Zhenglin decisively rejected her thoughts, for fear that Mu Xiyao’s whim would come up with new things that he would not be able to accept no matter what.

Mu Xiyao waved her hands in disdain, and her whole body showed a disdainful expression of disdain. “Such a beautiful concubine will never be so disrespectful and self-destructing.”

Zong Zhenglin frowned, his neck stiffened and he turned his head away from looking at her again.

Talking to Mu Xiyao, sometimes the little woman has many strange thoughts, which really confuses her mind.

The Sixth Highness, who had always linked the racecourse with the training, could not understand the relationship between Peugeot and the donkey in Mu Xiyao’s mouth.

The conversation between the two just happened to answer the word – the donkey’s mouth is not the horse’s mouth.

[End of This Chapter]