Chapter 208 Anger

In order to see clearly, Mu Xiyao followed the crowd to the second-floor viewing platform, and immediately saw a man riding a horse with a handsome appearance.

Zongzheng Lin's black riding suit and silver-gray armor, he is already indifferent, but with this outfit, he looks even more majestic and majestic. The scarlet scarf on the head is fluttering and the feathers are flying, and the feet are covered with long boots. The left hand is holding the rein, and the right hand is holding high. Among the people laughing in twos and threes waiting for the order of Emperor Yuan Cheng, he was the only one who stood alone and solemn.

This man...Mu Xiyao idly leaned on the fence, and had to admit that His Highness the Sixth Highness still looks very good. It's no wonder that there are so many court ladies and maids chirping in the periphery, stepping on their feet and watching with Huai Chun on their faces.

"Sister, His Royal Highness the Sixth Highness is so kind to Yingwei." Mu Xiting covered her mouth and leaned close to her ear, unable to restrain herself from complimenting her.

"Why, is your Fifth Highness missing?"

"You!" Mu Xiting stomped her feet, her face flushed with shame. "But it's different."

Really different. Mu Xiyao kept in mind His Highness the Sixth Prince's "Zunyu", and from the corner of her eye, she saw Zong Zhengming who was also dressed like a furious horse, but his whole body was flamboyant. As for Zong Zhenghan, Mu Xiyao raised his brows slightly, this person is well hidden, moderate and restrained, too ordinary, if it weren't for the prince's emblem on his arm, it would be almost indistinguishable from the Jingwei of Emperor Yuancheng surrounded by him.

When Emperor Yuancheng gave the order to "kick off", the Jiaofang Zuodong played drums, felt flags blew, and the racecourse immediately became noisy, with horses galloping and shouting.

A team of Zong Zhenglin and Zong Zhengming led guards to intercept the team led by the prince and other princes. The two teams crossed each other, 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 already sweating, and her heart was raised high.

win? "Naturally, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince will win." Zong Zhenglin disdained to play tricks, Zong Zhengming was always modest and polite, Zong Zhengyun dealt with it sloppily, Zong Zhenghan only showed three points of strength. The remaining prince, however, went on a rampage and violated the ban repeatedly.

If the prince continues like this, he will win in the field firmly, but in reality he will lose to the family of the Sacred Heart Emperor.

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

The result was exactly as Mu Xiyao had expected, the prince had a remarkable victory and was far ahead with a three-goal advantage. Mu Xiting frowned, her lips were tightly pursed with disappointment.

"Stupid." Mu Xiyao tapped her forehead with a silk handkerchief, and led people downstairs to meet the sixth highness who was "frustrated on the court".

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

Emperor Yuan Cheng saw that everyone in front of him was honest and well-behaved, but in fact, no one was worried. Especially Zong Zhenglin and Zong Zhengming ran around the circle like playing, and the bow was useless.

"It's such an ugly loss. How do you two explain it?" Emperor Yuan Cheng frowned.

Zong Zhengming spoke thousands of times in a gentle manner. "My son's pen and ink are not bad, but his riding and shooting is really bad."

Emperor Yuan Cheng knocked on the table, looking at what kind of speech Zong Zhenglin was waiting for him.

"For fun, it's enough to stretch your muscles and bones." His Highness Six's eyes were cold, and the imperial concubine couldn't help covering her silk handkerchief and coughing twice when she answered these words.

Emperor Yuan Cheng froze, took a deep look at him, and didn't say that the two of them should be punished, but he was more stern towards the crown prince.

"I'll see you at the Imperial Study Room tomorrow." After speaking, he waved his hands to make people leave, and saw that he was about to get up and drive back to the palace.

"Father, please play if you have something to do." Zong Zhengying, who had been sitting quietly at the bottom, suddenly said, causing everyone to turn their heads and focus on her.

"What's the matter?" At this time, Zong Zhengying had something to say, and Emperor Yuan Cheng's face darkened. Could it be that they are clamoring to separate from the Yang family again?

"Father, why don't you let your ministers also run for a lap? Women's polo, the palace has not been so lively for a long time."

"That's what happened." Hearing her talk about women's polo, Emperor Yuan Cheng's gloominess faded away. "Forget it, taking advantage of today's free time, who are you going to compare with?"

"There are a lot of noble girls who can play polo in the palace, and the imperial father's concubines can end as much as they want. The female family members of the imperial brothers and sisters must not run away. Let the imperial father see that the daughter's home is the best today." Zongzheng Ying's voice was brisk, and it was rare to show her coquettishness.

"Pick someone up and prepare quickly." Since the emperor agreed to the matter, the people below followed suit. The turf raised by the horse race just now has to be picked up for solidity, and the masters have to re-select the ball bats for riding.

Mu Xiyao doesn't know how to play polo, it's none of her business and she just wants to watch a show. After waiting for Zong Zhenglin to approach, he followed him in to change clothes and serve him.

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

Really, where did someone ask like this. Mu Xiyao was funny.

"Your Highness is very handsome, very nice."

"Is it okay to lose?" Zong Zhenglin raised his eyebrows and looked deeply into her eyes. This woman is still competitive in her bones, so to speak, she is not like her usual style.

If Zong Zhenglin hadn't taken the time to look at her a few times during the beating, and seeing this woman obediently watching her intently, he would probably have suspected her of being absent-minded at this time, and just sneered.

Mu Xiyao put down the arranged brocade robe, turned around and put her arms around his neck, folded her small hands behind her head, and untied the tie of the scarf for him. Listening to his interesting questions, he pressed the man's ear, his posture was soft and affectionate, but the words he said were seldom tyrannical.

"If you can make the prince suffer, His Highness will naturally be praised." If the big boss can make the prince fall earlier, she will definitely clap her hands and sing along while playing the piano.

With such rebellious words, only Mu Xiyao dared to say them aggressively in front of him. Following her posture, Zong Zhenglin supported her waist. "Don't like the prince?" But why are you watching so intently?

"It's not that I don't like it, but I hate it." For Zong Zhenghui, Mu Xiyao didn't like him at all. "My concubine... really doesn't like those eyes of the prince."

Zong Zhenglin stroked the top of her hair, and his eyes darkened. Zong Zhenghui repeatedly had lustful thoughts towards Mu Xiyao, and one day, he would definitely teach him a lesson.

"Avoid him for the time being." Zong Zhenglin kissed Mu Xiyao's forehead, watched her arrange everything carefully, and suddenly remembered that this woman didn't know how to serve her at first.

"Jiaojiao said earlier that she was confused. Could it be an excuse?" Zong Zhenglin was surprised that she was so lazy.

Mu Xiyao stared at her, and Zong Zhenglin's eyes looked strange. Thought she was cheating and playing tricks? snort.

With a push of his mouth, he indicated the dark prints on the curtains around His Highness the Sixth Highness.

Zong Zhenglin took a closer look, and saw that the patterns on it were not just simple pictures of killing people. This woman has a small head that works very well.

"Ghost spirit."

After tidying up and coming out again, Mu Xiyao was by Zong Zhenglin's side, looking down from the platform, leaning half of her body out of the fence, seeing Zongzheng Lin's eyebrows locked tightly.

"Be careful." The big hand took her arm and gently brought her back.

"Your Highness, Wan Shi's riding outfit is so unique." At the Sixth Prince's residence, Helian Minmin and Wan Shi went off together. Compared with Helian Minmin's tight-fitting double-breasted riding jacket, Wan Shi's clothes were covered with fringe around the shoulders, cuffs and hem. The most conspicuous thing was that the breeches were slit on the side, and they were actually embroidered with sequins.

"It's more like the 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.

Women in the Wei Dynasty like polo, especially the noble ladies in the palace. Different from the competition between men, the woman's ride is not really a horse, but a well-bred donkey with a gentle temper.

Mu Xiyao lacked interest, ever since Zong Zhenglin and others watched the majestic horse-racing kill, the scene of a group of women lying down and riding donkeys was hard to see.

What's more, Mu Xiyao has never liked donkeys. Whether it's killing the donkey or killing the donkey, or the poor donkey's skills, none of them have a good meaning. The most powerful, and the one that is most suitable for the current scene-stupid as a donkey.

In this polo game, not talking about skills, but just talking about hard work is really shameless. Just look at the women riding on donkeys below, all showing off their slender waists, talking and smiling, frowning and smiling, there are always times when their eyes linger on the viewing platform. Nine out of ten shots were shot in the air, and she was still able to shout and celebrate, Mu Xiyao's face twitched, and she simply turned her head to eat melon seeds by herself.

Ways to please men are everywhere. Mu Xiyao couldn't do it in public.

"Not good-looking?" Zong Zhenglin saw her turn around and sit down, the surroundings were so lively, laughter and applause could be heard endlessly, the little girl went uncharacteristically and calmed down by herself.

"Your Highness," Mu Xiyao looked around, making sure that no one could hear her words, so she moved her head and complained in a low voice, "Do you think a woman can really see her 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, he couldn't stop smiling.

Very good, the most respected pastime in the circle of noble girls, Mu Xiyao actually thinks so. Before, he felt that women's polo was purely superfluous, and Zong Zhenglin didn't like it the most.

As expected of a woman of his heart, she was able to see that such a serious place as the school field was not suitable for girls to play around. His Highness the Sixth Highness was feeling that Mu Xiyao's unique insights made him very happy, but Mu Xiyao's next words made him gasp in his chest, which made him really uncomfortable.

"If you really want to ride tight," Mu Xiyao frowned, feeling very embarrassed. "Dress up that donkey, wear clothes with flowers on the hairpin, and barely bear it." Simply make it more fancy, obviously showing ornamental value, and it's very important to bring some pleasing to the daughter's family.

Zong Zhenglin only thought about it a little bit according to her description, and his complexion became completely dark. That scene... Fortunately, I never saw it.

For His Highness the Sixth Highness, who is usually strict in military training, hearing her words, he felt that it was extremely inappropriate for a donkey to appear in the school grounds. This also directly led to Emperor Jian'an ascending the throne and banning women's school polo. Another paddock in the imperial garden was opened for the female relatives to have fun.

"Don't talk nonsense." Zong Zhenglin resolutely cut off her thoughts, because he was afraid that Mu Xiyao would come up with new things on a whim that he would not be able to accept no matter what.

Mu Xiyao waved her hands in disdain, her whole body showed contempt and complete disgust. "A beautiful person like my concubine will never look down on her like this and destroy her demeanor."

Zong Zhenglin's face was sullen, his neck was stiff and he turned his head away from looking at her.

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

His Highness the Sixth Highness, who has always associated the racecourse with military training, couldn't understand the relationship between Peugeot and donkey that Mu Xiyao said.

This conversation between the two coincided with a word - the lips of the donkey did not match the mouth of the horse.