Chapter 87

087 Lord, your horse is fine

Zhang jaw, general of the left Yiwei of the forbidden guards, knelt on the ground in surprise and looked at his cousin who was praised by the emperor as "gentle and kind-hearted".

Imperial concubine Yang sat on the Phoenix seat at a high end. Her beautiful face was covered with a thin gauze. Her beautiful outline could be seen faintly, but her expression could not be seen clearly.

Zhang Jia knew very well that this woman, who was both the princess of the former dynasty and the most beloved imperial concubine of the current emperor, was not a weak and shining woman. Zhang Jia felt that as a man, she could not catch up with her cruelty and decision to kill.

There were only two of them left in the tent, as well as a big palace maid whom the imperial concubine trusted most. Zhang jaw swallowed his mouth and spit. He looked up nervously and looked at the fuzzy shadow on the Phoenix seat: "can your mother tell the villain why she wanted to kill the Lord of Anning county?"

"General Zhang, keep your voice down." the grand maid of the imperial concubine nervously waved to him, "be careful, the wall has ears."

"No harm." the noble and elegant voice of the imperial concubine came from the Phoenix: "Siyu, you go out first."

There were only two of them left in the huge account. Imperial concubine Yang stood up lightly from the Phoenix seat, walked down gracefully and slowly, and gently lifted the veil covering her face. Zhang jaw quickly lowered his head and dared not look directly at the face that was not young but still beautiful.

"Chin, do you still hate me?" the imperial concubine's voice was sad and pitiful, which made people feel pity.

"A Rong" almost blurted out, but Zhang jaw clenched his teeth: "I have no intention. Please don't misunderstand the imperial concubine."

Yang Huang's imperial concubine's small character Yuanrong takes the meaning of Shu Xiu's intelligence and quiet appearance, but such a beautiful name has never been mentioned since the day when the city was broken, as if it had been annihilated in the raging fire with the previous dynasty.

"I have thought countless times about what kind of life I would live now if I walked with you on the day when the city was broken? Picking chrysanthemums under the East fence and seeing the Nanshan leisurely?" imperial concubine Yang sighed gently: "it's better to be trapped in this golden bird cage now."

She is a close cousin with Zhang Jia. She has been a childhood sweetheart since childhood. At the beginning, the father emperor intended to marry and gave Zhang maxilla to her as a son-in-law. Only because she was still young, she gave up temporarily and decided to marry again after she and Guji. But before she reached the age of 15, the Yangs changed their masters. She was no longer a noble, carefree little princess loved by her father, but a remnant of the previous dynasty.

Zhang Jia rode a horse into the palace and wanted to take her away. Yang Yuanrong calmly refused. Shocked by the smoke and dust, she returned to her bedroom alone, took out the gouache rouge and drew a fine outline on her face. The slaves in the palace either died or fled, and she was the only one left in the huge palace. She has never put on makeup herself, but she thinks she should put on it well. At least the man who broke into the palace showed a surprised expression when he first saw him.

She smiled at him at the right time. The man seemed stunned, took a breath, slowly showed a playful smile, leaned forward and picked her up.

Yang Yuanrong never regretted her original decision. What flowed in her blood was the blood of the superior royal family. She would never allow herself to live like an ordinary peasant woman. Even if she wants to die, she will die in the Daming Palace.

But before she died, she must push Xiao Qijun, the only one with the noble blood of the previous dynasty like her, to the position of the emperor, so as to live up to her father's cultivation.

"The empress is born noble. The pearl that always shines in the Daming Palace, if it loses the countryside, it is the pearl that casts light into darkness." Zhang jaw replied cautiously.

After the establishment of the great Xia Dynasty, he was promoted to the rank of nobility because of the imperial concubine Yang, and the accumulated military industry was promoted to his present position. In the past, he was Yang Yuanrong's cousin and future wife, but now, Yang huangguifei is only his master.

He walked anxiously up and down in the tent. After a while, he stopped and looked back at the silent imperial concubine Yang: "the imperial concubine should know that the Lord of Anning county is the first daughter of prime minister Shen."

"The palace has inquired about her. She was hated by Shen Xinzhi in the name of Ke's mother. Shen Xinzhi won't care much about the death of a daughter." imperial concubine Yang said faintly.

"But she is also praised by her majesty. Didn't she worship your mother as an adoptive mother? His Highness the king of Wu is even better off with her. It is said that she has been with her recently..."

"Because of this, our palace is going to kill her. She worships our palace as her mother, and jun'er is her adoptive brother. But this little bitch is ambitious and secretly hooks Yin jun'er. Jun'er came to me a few days ago and told me that he wants to marry her. How can I tolerate jun'er to marry a northern barbarian daughter?" imperial concubine Yang looked gloomy.

Zhang jaw was silent. He knew that imperial concubine Yang had been destroyed in the previous dynasty, and the northern aristocratic families dealt with the most. Therefore, imperial concubine Yang hated these northern aristocratic families very much. The Shen family is the head of the northern aristocratic family.

"Why should the empress care so much about a little girl? Just send someone to admonish her." Zhang jaw suggested.

Admonition? She can admonish Shen Qingru, but what about her jun'er? When he knelt on the ground and prayed for her, the smile on his face made her understand at a glance that his son had deep love for Shen Qingru. If she were a noble daughter of other northern aristocratic families, she might reluctantly agree to let her enter the king of Wu's residence to be a side imperial concubine. But Shen Qingru can't!

Shen Qingru knows her secret, and Shen Qingru is cruel. If she marries jun'er, she's afraid she won't agree to jun'er's concubinage. Jun'er is a man who wants to be an emperor. He must win the support of other famous families through marriage. Therefore, his imperial concubine must be a gentle, generous and useful person to jun'er.

"Many people die in hunting every year, and it's nothing to have one more Shen Qingru." the tone of imperial concubine Yang was cold.

Zhang jaw hesitated to lower his head. He used to serve the former dynasty wholeheartedly. He would do whatever Yang Yuanrong asked him to do without hesitation. But now he has been an official in the new dynasty for many years. He has a wife and children, which can be regarded as satisfactory. Why did he abandon his wealth to do such an adventurous thing?

Imperial concubine Yang seemed to see through what he was thinking and said with a sneer, "don't forget how you got general Zuo Yiwei now. We are already on the same ship. If the ship sinks, you can't be alone."

Zhang's jaw was stiff. He knew that his ability was not outstanding in the capital, and he had a black history of the old ministers of the previous dynasty. If the imperial concubine Yang hadn't insisted on recommending the emperor, he would never be able to take this position.

He looked solemn and gave a deep salute to the imperial concubine of emperor Yang: "villain, but at the command of his mother."

Imperial concubine Yang smiled: "you don't have to worry. It's up to the palace. The palace also chose a pawn. If you're lucky, you don't need to do it yourself."

Imperial concubine Yang put on the veil again, and the beautiful face under the veil showed a ferocious smile.

With a smile on her face, Princess Changping looked at Shen Qingru holding a yellow thin horse and joked, "can we start?"

"Please, princess." Shen Qingru also rode on the yellow thin horse and nodded to Princess Changping.

With a cold hum, Princess Changping took the lead in shaking up her whip and shouted "drive". The jujube red sweat BMW shook off its four hoofs and ran out like a lightning bolt. The onlookers were amazed. Princess Changping is worthy of being a heroine. No one can match her style on horseback.

As for Shen Qingru and the ugly thin horse, they are walking slowly. They have long been left behind by Princess Changping's Jujube horse.

Shen Qingru is not in a hurry. The Marquis won't cheat her. This horse must be superior. It's just... She doesn't see it now

The horse was like walking on the flat ground. Seeing that Princess Changping's jujube red horse gradually turned into a small point in her sight until it disappeared, Shen Qingru sighed helplessly and leaned over to the yellow thin horse's ear to discuss: "I said brother Ma, I really can't lose to the princess. Please help me. When I win the game, I'll tell the steward, how about replacing your forage with the most refined one and doubling it?"

The thin horse lifted his eyelids and looked at her, slowly running a little faster, but at this speed, she was still far behind by the bloody BMW of Princess Changping.

Shen Qingru has no choice but to continue to discuss with Huang Qingma. Huang Qingma is like a bad vendor who starts from the ground. Every time Shen Qingru gives it a little benefit, it will slowly speed up a little. Just a little bit, he has a good grasp of the measure, forcing Shen Qingru to continue to give it greater benefits.

Thinking of Huo Qijun's sentence "I trained the horse myself", Shen Qingru couldn't help but bite her teeth secretly. It was really like a master.

When Shen Qingru said, "when I find you a beautiful purebred mare and set up a separate stable for you two", the spirit of the yellow thin horse under him was shocked. He threw off his four hoofs and ran out bravely, which formed a sharp contrast with his appearance of not working hard just now.

Shen Qingru on horseback was speechless.

The yellow thin horse runs very fast, almost as fast as the bloody BMW of Princess Changping. But the bloody BMW of Princess Changping has dumped the yellow thin horse so far, can it catch up?

Somehow, Shen Qingru felt that Huang thin horse turned his eyes at him.

Lord Hou, I think you have become a fine horse... Shen Qingru secretly feigned.

After passing the flat area in front, a long and rugged mountain road is coming. Shen Qingru firmly holds the reins in his hand and is ready to be bumped. The expected bumpy feeling does not hit, but the sense of stability on the ground.

She was slightly stunned and opened her eyes. Unexpectedly, she received a pair of white eyes from the yellow thin horse.

Not far away, a dazzling red appeared in Shen Qingru's sight again. The bloody BMW that could not see the shadow from a distance was gradually caught up by the yellow thin horse. Shen Qingru was excited to look at the approaching red shadow in front of her and saw that she was about to surpass Princess Changping.

It turned out that the Marquis really didn't lie. This thin horse with no amazing appearance is really a thousand mile horse.