Thousands of Miles

Outside the Hall of Ninghe, a child of about ten years old was bouncing up the jade steps.

"Your Majesty, His Majesty ordered that no one be allowed in." The palace guard at the door stopped the child.

"Get out of the way." Zhao Kang pushed them away and walked in.

"Xiao Meng? Xiao Meng." Zhao Kang walked into the hall and looked around in the rooms at the back of the hall, calling softly.

"Xiaokang." Ximeng ran out of the room with a picture book in his arms, still wearing unlined clothes, and a pair of shoes under his feet with the uppers still being stepped on, obviously just got up from the bed.

"Xiao Meng?" Zhao Kang laughed excitedly when he saw Xi Meng, "I finally saw you."

Ximeng asked curiously, "Xiaokang, what's the matter?"

"Go back and lie down." Seeing that he was only wearing one piece of clothing, Zhao Kang pushed him back on the bed, covered him with a quilt, and said, "I heard you were sick a long time ago, and I was so worried. , but I couldn’t see you again. Fortunately, the official’s court was early today, so I had a chance to sneak in to see you. How is it? Is it better?”

"Yeah." Ximeng nodded, "Thank you, actually I'm already fully healed, but Master still won't let me get out of bed."

"Xiao Meng, I should thank you." Zhao Kang said, "I fully understand in my heart that you didn't tell what my mother did because you were afraid that I would make my father dislike me even more. This is what I owe you. I will definitely repay you in the future, just tell me what you want."

"Hey, Xiaokang." Ximeng pushed Zhao Kang's arm and asked with a smile, "Can you grant me one wish right now?"

"Huh? Good. Say it."

"Xiaokang, I'm about to die of boredom." Ximeng pulled Zhao Kang and begged, "Will you take me out to play?"

"Xiao Meng, are you really well?"

"Okay, I'm really well." Xi Meng took Zhao Kang's hand and said pitifully, "It's so boring, I really want to go out and play."

"That's good." Zhao Kang said, "Put on your clothes, and I'll take you out to shoot arrows."

"Okay, okay." Xi Meng was overjoyed, and quickly put on her own clothes.

Cai Taishi's name is Cai Qiu, and because of his good football, he is deeply loved by Zhao Ji, and he has become a grand master from an ordinary servant.Zhao Ji doesn't like to deal with political affairs, and usually entrusts them to Cai Qiu.

Just because of the power in his hands, people at Cai Qiu's house kept giving gifts all the year round, and Cai Qiu made a lot of money because of this.

"My master's name is Ximenjia, and he and Lin Haiqing are cousins. I heard that the official family is looking for Lin Haiqing's henchmen recently. I wonder if there is my master's name?" A servant held a large box of gold and placed it on the ground in front of Cai Qiu. , nodded and bowed to Cai Qiu.

Cai Qiu glanced at Jin Zi, and said casually: "Housekeeper, find out the register that the emperor wants to confiscate all the family members and check it out."

"Back to Grand Master, there is Ximenjia."

"En." Cai Qiu ordered someone to accept the gold, stroked his beard, and said to the official, "Ximen Qing's name will be crossed out and changed to Wang Lian."

The servant was grateful and kowtowed again and again: "Thank you, Grand Master."

The butler ignored the man and shouted directly: "Next!"

"Teacher Cai, I heard that the officials are going to re-elect the magistrate of Qingzhou. If I want to take office, here is the money."

"En." Cai Qiu raised his eyelids and looked at Yinzi, "Okay, I will recommend you to take office in front of the officials."

"Thank you, Grand Master."

……

After earning a day's worth of money, and the government's task of re-electing him as an official, Cai Qiu stood up and stretched himself, and he was just short of finding the beautiful boy of twelve or thirteen years old.

On a wide lawn in Yanfu Palace, fifty paces away from the two teenagers, there were three apples hanging from the branches.

"Whoosh!"

A feathered arrow flew out, and the apples on the tree split.

"Xiao Meng, your arrow skills are very accurate." Zhao Kang looked at the cracked apple in the distance and couldn't help admiring.

Apples are actually a very difficult thing to shoot.If it only hits the skin obliquely, the arrow will only pass through its smooth surface; if it only hits the side of the apple, it can only shoot off a piece of flesh at most; only if it hits the center of the apple impartially, It just burst, splashing pulp and juice everywhere.

"No." Ximeng put down the bow and arrow embarrassingly, "You must have shot very well."

"I also practiced and played casually." Zhao Kang took Ximeng's hand and walked to the side of the lawn, "Let's change the angle, how about I shoot the remaining two fruits with one arrow?"

"Okay." Ximeng nodded excitedly, "I really want to see it."

Zhao Kang and Xi Meng held hands and started running on the wide lawn.

"Hahaha, you run so fast." Ximeng laughed happily as he felt like he was riding the wind.

Zhao Kang took Ximeng's hand, it felt like he was holding the whole world: "Hahaha, Ximeng..."

"Huh...huh?"

"I really want to keep running."

"Haha, me too."

"Here we are, it's near here." Zhao Kang stopped, pulled Ximeng to find a suitable angle nearby, let go of his hand, and drew the bow in his hand.

Ximeng quietly stood aside and watched.If he could really crack two apples with one arrow, then he would be witnessing a miracle.

Zhao Kang was very cautious in choosing the angle, but he was very determined once he had decided on the original position, and shot the arrow without hesitation.

"Snapped!"

There was only a loud explosion, and the light yellow flesh was scattered in the distance, and the two apples that were hanging on the tree just now disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Ximeng turned around in surprise, and said to Zhao Kang, "Xiaokang, you are really amazing."

"Haha, what's the matter." Zhao Kang laughed, "Xiao Meng, let's go and have something more interesting. Father is expanding Yanfu Palace, and the west side of Yanfu Palace is under construction now, let's go and have a look?"

"Okay."

Ximeng and Zhao Kang held hands again, threw their bows aside, and walked into the forest of Yanfu Palace.As long as you pass through the forest in front of you, you will be to the west of Yanfu Palace.

"Sister Yuanyuan, that's them, do you see?" In the woods, Zhao Qin pushed an eight-nine-year-old girl next to him, "The man next to Zhao Kang is with him. That day, The two of them are partnering to bully me."

"They dare to team up to bully you, brother prince, watch how I vent my anger on you! Look at me!" The little girl angrily tore a few leaves, "It's too arrogant, too hateful! Those two people in front are so disgusting! I stop!"

Zhao Kang couldn't beat Zhao Kang, and he felt ashamed when he was beaten after he told his father and mother.Ever since Zhao Kang beat Zhao Qin last time, he was already scared of being beaten, and quickly squatted down to hide behind the stone, for fear of being seen by Zhao Kang.

Although Diji Rouyi was a nine-year-old girl, she was spoiled by her parents, so she walked forward with her hips thrust forward without fear, and stopped Ximeng and Zhao Kang confidently.

"Zhao Kang, and you." Rouyi Diji pointed at Ximeng, "You guys even teamed up to bully the Crown Prince, I want to seek justice for the Crown Prince!"

"What do you want?" Zhao Kang pushed Ximeng behind him, looked at Diji Rouyi with a half-smile, "Where's your bullied prince? Why don't you dare to come out by yourself?"

"Zhao Kang, don't change the subject for me! I want to fight with you," Rouyi Diji pointed at Zhao Kang, then at Ximeng, "and you, I want to fight with you!"

"Hahaha." Zhao Kang laughed, "How to fight?"

"You have chosen it yourself." Rouyi Emperor Ji said, "Do you want literary combat or martial combat?"

Zhao Kang smiled and shook his head: "What is Wudou?"

"Let's fight." Emperor Rouyi rolled up her sleeves and said, "Which one of you will go first? Or should you go together?"

"Wait a minute." Zhao Kang pressed her shoulder and asked, "How does Wen Dou fight?"

"It's right to recite the poem." Rouyi Emperor Ji said, "The ugly words are up front. If I win, you have to kowtow to my prince brother to admit his mistake and let him fight back; if I lose, I will, please, you, You are teachers!"

"Pfft..." Zhao Kang pointed at Ximeng and smiled, "We are brothers and sisters, so you don't need to worship me as your teacher. If you lose, remember to kneel down and worship Xiaomeng as your teacher."

"Okay, it's a deal!" Rouyi Diji said, "Then let him fight me."

Ximeng couldn't help laughing all the time, stepped forward and asked, "What do you want?"

"Choose yourself, fight me literary or martial arts?" Rouyi Diji said confidently, "I'm very powerful, you can do whatever you want."

Ximeng never liked to compete with others, and now he was on the verge of riding a tiger. It was better to recite poems than to fight with a girl, so he said, "Wen Dou."

Rouyi Diji shouted: "Come here, pen and ink!"

"Di Ji, this is a forest." Zhao Kang reminded.

"Then let's compare like this." Rouyi Diji casually patted a big willow tree beside her, "Within three steps, you can use this tree to make a poem, and I will lose if I write it. The word 'willow'."

"You are more demanding than Cao Pi." Zhao Kang shook his head.

"If you can't do it, you will lose." Rouyi Diji said, "You all have to apologize to my prince."

"Beside Feishuangyu Road last night," Ximeng took a step towards the willow tree, looked up at the intricate willow branches, and chanted casually, "It's useless to be sad if you don't understand it."

Rouyi Diji's eyes widened in surprise, and she turned her head to stare at Ximeng closely, as if there was a cheating note hidden in front of him.

Ximeng turned his head and looked behind the stone not far away, there seemed to be a person hiding, so he continued to read indifferently in that direction: "The young man doesn't ask about the affairs of the country, he only wants to go crazy with the wind."

The last two sentences are full of bare|naked|naked sarcasm. Although Zhao Qin is useless in fighting, he has read poetry and books. He blushed behind the stone and dared not speak.

Diji Rouyi was dumbfounded, blushed and said to Ximeng: "How could anyone write such a good poem so quickly? You must have bullied me for not reading a few poems at a young age, and memorizing an ancient poem. Lie to me! You cheat!"

What Ximeng dislikes the most is being misunderstood and doubted by others. He felt a little angry and argued, "No, this is just a nonsense poem. How can ancient people write such poor poems."

"I don't believe it, I don't believe it." Rouyi Diji ran behind the boulder and pulled Zhao Qin out, "Brother Prince, bring me all the Hanlin scholars, and go and look up all the poems and books in Longtu Pavilion. Ask if that poem was written by an ancient! It must have been plagiarized! Let's go!"