Reverse Junhou

From spring to autumn, the most precious sons and brothers of the Dafu Dynasty have spent nearly ten years in Shangshuyuan.

Wen Xuechao and the crown prince Zhao Qimiao had already reached the age of fifteen haircuts, and they had already memorized the enlightenment reading materials such as the collection of scriptures by heart.Now Shangshuyuan has begun to teach the principles of governing the country, the emperor's sacred teachings and other ways of monarchs and ministers.

Zhu Taifu is over half a hundred years old and is a highly respected Confucian in the Imperial Academy.At the beginning of the afternoon class, Taifu Zhu was dissecting Tang Taizong's "Emperor Fan" word by word to the princes, and inadvertently saw a figure who was soundly asleep.

The old lady Fu was almost out of breath.

Seeing Tai Tuo frequently looking in his direction, Zhao Qimiao sighed deeply, casually rolled up a booklet on the case, and slapped Wen Xuechao on the head behind him neatly.

Young Master Wen, who was traveling in the Moon Palace in his dream, was startled awake from the dream with an "ah" while his head was covered by a book thrown by the crown prince.Seeing all the highnesses present staring at him, he immediately straightened up and began to mutter words.After listening carefully, he was still talking about the chapter that the Taifu said half an hour ago.

Ordinary princes make mistakes, and they have to go to the previous generation to take the board, let alone lying on the desk and sleeping unconscious.But His Royal Highness's companion is none other than the young master of the Wen family who is held in the hands of the prime minister and the empress.The prince usually turned a blind eye to his actions, which made Taifu Zhu difficult to deal with.

The corner of Master Zhu's mouth twitched a few times, he stepped forward and tapped Wen Xuechao's desk with a bamboo board, and continued to give lectures.

It is not for nothing that the old lady Fu finds Wen Xuechao disliked in every possible way.A few years ago, a gossip began to circulate among the elite circles in central Beijing that the second miss of the Zhu family was fascinated by Wen Jialang, and she cried and clamored to marry into Wen's mansion.This matter was brought directly to the Queen at that time, and Wen Xuechao resolutely rejected the marriage in front of the Holy Majesty and the Queen.

Yutuanzi, who was white and tender when he was young, has now grown into a handsome young man with ink-like eyebrows.The facial features of Wen Xuechao and his cousin Zhao Qimiao are somewhat similar, but compared to Zhao Qimiao's stern and arrogant, his eyebrows are more gentle and charming.Wen Xuechao's complexion was very fair, as if she had stepped out of Lingshuang Aoxue, matching the snow-covered scene when she was born.

The corners of his lips are always slightly raised in front of people, evoking a beautiful arc, and the whole person looks agile and proud.

Most of the daughters of the aristocratic families of the right age in Guangyang have a little reverie for Mr. Wen, but Mr. Wen is still young, and it seems that he has no intention of it, so the marriage can only be temporarily dropped.

An hour later, Taifu Zhu announced that school was over.The princes were a little depressed after listening to the strategy for a day.After eating and sleeping enough, Mr. Wen finally waited until this moment, stood up from the front of the desk with his hands together, and said to Zhao Qimiao with great interest: "Your Highness, while the sky is still dark, why don't you guys go to the racecourse for a walk?" ?”

Zhao Qimiao nodded in agreement, turned his head and said to the princes beside him, "I've been sitting for a whole day, and my brothers all have backaches. It would be good to go to the racecourse together for a jog."

When everyone heard the prince's words, they nodded in agreement.A group of princes headed by Zhao Qimiao surrounded and walked out of Shangshang Academy. There were already palace carriages waiting at the door.

Wen Xuechao didn't know whether it was on purpose or not, he was one step behind everyone.He went straight to the corner, a young man in Chinese clothes who was still immersed in writing, and said with a smile: "What is the Fourth Highness doing here, why don't you go with us?"

"His Royal Highness didn't invite me, so why should I go with the cheek?" The fourth prince Zhao Yancheng raised his head, gave Wen Xue a cold look, and continued to bow his head to write, "Mr. Take care of yourself."

"Your Highness the Fourth Highness is looking down on me." Wen Xuechao smiled and raised her eyebrows, noncommittal.He lightly patted Zhao Yancheng's shoulder, hummed a little song and walked out the door.

The horse farm of the palace is located in the military training ground outside the Yanfu Palace, where more than a hundred top-grade horses are raised exclusively for the nobles in the palace.Zhao Qimiao's imperial gift horse is called "Amber", which is a sweaty and bloody horse that the Saman tribe paid tribute to the emperor.Wen Xuechao also has his own snow-white Mongolian horse, which he named "Bingtao".

After the princes got on their horses one after another, Zhao Qimiao took the lead in shouting, and saw Hu Po raised her front hooves high and sprinted forward.Wen Xuechao followed closely behind on a Bing Tao, a group of teenagers galloped side by side, and the center of the racecourse was filled with dust, which was quite spectacular.

Although the princes are young and competitive, none of them dare to overtake the prince without authorization.Only Bing Tao raised his pure white mane, closely chasing after Amber in front of him, and overtook him in a short while.

Seeing this, Zhao Qimiao quickly clamped the horse's belly with his legs, raised the reins, and competed with Wen Xuechao.

However, the two of them had only studied the six arts of riding and archery for a short time, and their skills were still not perfect, but they were exhausted after a while, and both of them lay down in the middle of the horse field sweating profusely.

Zhao Qimiao hadn't been so indulgent for a long time, he yelled a few words towards the afterglow of the setting sun, raised his hand and patted Wen Xuechao's shoulder beside him: "Good brother!"

Wen Xue smiled and gasped, not answering Zhao Qimiao's words.

It was already dark when Wen Xuechao left the palace.In order to beat Zhao Qimiao today, he exhausted himself from running, his whole body lost all energy.

When he was drowsy in the sedan chair, he suddenly heard a noise coming from outside the window, and the car that was moving slowly stopped suddenly.Wen Xue waved her hand, and asked Wen Lan, her close servant, to get off the sedan chair to see what happened.

"My lord, the team sent by His Majesty to reward Renming Palace blocked the palace road ahead." Wen Lan came back after a while, "I heard that Jingyang Zhaoyi of Renming Palace suddenly came with good news. It has been nearly ten years without a child, and the whole palace seems to be very lively tonight."

Hearing what Wen Lan said, Wen Xuechao had a strange expression.

Since meeting this Jingyang Zhaoyi last time at Kaiyuan Temple, Wen Xuechao wanted to find another opportunity to meet this unique woman.But Jingyang Zhaoyi lives in seclusion and keeps a low profile in the palace on weekdays.The harem is in charge of the aunt herself, and the guards are strict.He has been unable to find a suitable opportunity, so he can only give up.

Unexpectedly, after hearing the news of Jingyang Zhaoyi again a few years later, she was actually pregnant.I don't know whether this is good or bad in this perilous harem.

"You ask the bearers to step aside to make room for the father-in-law who rewarded you." Wen Xuechao regained his composure, closed his eyes again, and continued to rest with them closed.

On the second day of morning class, Mr. Wen, who was refreshed after a full sleep, saw Zhao Qimiao standing on the corridor in front of the hall as soon as he entered the academy.The maid next to the queen was bowing her head and reporting something to him, Zhao Qimiao's brows were furrowed, with a preoccupied look.

Wen Xuechao entered the room to grind for Zhao Qimiao. Seeing Zhao Qimiao striding forward from the corridor, he said with a smile, "What's bothering Your Highness? If Your Highness is willing, I will come and relieve His Highness."

Every time this person wants to pretend to be serious, he starts to talk about the monarch and his ministers in front of him.Zhao Qimiao ignored Wen Xuechao's careful thinking, and said straight to the point: "Have you heard the news that Jingyang Zhaoyi is happy?"

"It was spread all over the palace last night, so I naturally heard about it. What's so strange about it?"

"There is no strangeness for the time being. The queen mother sent the imperial doctor to check the pulse several times. Zhaoyi is indeed happy." Zhao Qimiao pursed his lips, "The emperor was overjoyed when he heard the news last night, so he went to Renming Palace to ask her what she wanted. Reward. She refused the gold, silver and jewelry sent by the Ministry of Internal Affairs, and prayed for one night to let the father recall the fifth brother back to the palace as a companion, and the father agreed."

"Isn't His Highness Fifth already dead?" Wen Xuechao was in disbelief.

"It seems that the rumors of the fifth younger brother's death back then were all deception. The queen mother only found out later that Jingyang Zhaoyi gave birth to a prince. She was worried that she would be persecuted by the concubines in the palace, so she begged the father to send the fifth younger brother to Saibei. The general taught it himself. The fifth younger brother is probably as old as you now."

Zhao Qimiao thought about it, but in the end he didn't tell Wen Xuechao the truth.

Wen Xuechao pondered for a moment, and suddenly realized: "Could it be that Jingyang Zhaoyi was also worried that the newly conceived dragon son would be harmed by his concubine this time, so he begged His Majesty to let the fifth prince return to the palace? After all, the fifth prince is skilled in martial arts. Staying by your side will definitely protect her and the fetus."

Zhao Qimiao saw Xue Chao's confident appearance, and thought that it would be useless to talk to this little cousin who didn't know much about the world.There are many guards with superb martial arts skills in the palace, so protecting the safety of a concubine is naturally a no-brainer.Besides, the father was old enough to have a son, so no one would dare to do anything to the fetus this time.

He just snorted coldly: "Who knows what kind of wishful thinking she has in mind."

The princes walked into the Upper Academy one after another, Taifu Zhu twirled his beard, and started a new day of teaching.Zhao Qimiao didn't notice that Wen Xuechao was distracted today.

Another month passed, the long summer of the 26th year of Yongping passed, and the early autumn of Guangyangdu came.The wealthy businessmen and officials in Beijing and China started the trend of wearing cloud silk outer clothing.Cloud silk is a delicate fabric originating from the southeast coast. It is woven from real silk and embroidered with silkworms to give off a fragrance. It can keep out the autumn wind when worn on the body, and it is more beautiful when embroidered with various patterns.

The royal family has strict discipline, and they can't casually wear such extravagant items on a daily basis, but they still can't stop Mr. Wen from buying them.Wenfu sent people to the southeast coast and invited craftsmen to Beijing to order a batch of high-quality cloud cloaks.Wen Xuechao brought several sets into the palace as presents to the students of the Upper Academy. Naturally, everyone likes the gorgeous things. Before the beginning of autumn, everyone in the Upper Academy put on exquisite cloud cloaks.

In the early morning, Wen Xuechao entered the palace at Yinshi as usual to accompany the prince to study.Cars outside the mansion are not allowed to enter the gate of the inner palace, so Wen Lan lit the palace lanterns and followed Wen Xue towards the Upper Academy half a mile away.

Halfway through the journey, a faint light illuminated the path ahead, and a figure appeared on the side of the road.

It was a young man about the same age as Wen Lan, dressed up, standing on the side of the road a little at a loss.Seeing someone approaching in front of him, the young man's eyes lit up, he stepped forward to salute Wen Xuechao, and asked respectfully: "Young Master, do you dare to ask where the academy is in this direction?"

Wen Xuechao nodded and signaled the young man to follow him. The little guard saluted and thanked him, but instead of following the master and servant of the Wen family, he turned around and ran towards a sedan chair parked not far away.

On weekdays, people in the palace are eager to walk around when they see him, this kid is quite courageous, Wen Xuechao can't help thinking.

As soon as everyone in the upper academy sat down, the personal eunuch of Emperor Jingyang followed into the room.Behind him were two figures, one tall and one short. The short one Wen Xuechao had just seen was the little guard who was asking for directions by the side of the road.

Wen Xuechao's eyes fell on the other tall and slender figure, and that person also looked in Wen Xuechao's direction at the same time, and their gazes collided in the air inadvertently.

Those eyes were deep and bottomless, somewhat similar to his biological mother Jingyang Zhaoyi.