National Beauty

Chapter 19

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In the martial arts field, in addition to the royal father and son and the bow and arrow master Chu Zhen of the four princes, Guo Boyan, who happened to enter the palace, was also there.

Behind Emperor Xuande's hands, he saw the three children walking towards him in the distance. He raised his eyebrows unexpectedly, his eyes stayed on Song Jianing's face for a moment, and asked Guo Boyan, "That girl in pink is your newly recognized daughter? "

Guo Boyan said solemnly: "It's the second daughter of the minister, Jia Ning, the emperor. She has just entered the mansion, and the minister has not arranged for her to teach her the rules. I ask the emperor to forgive me if I am rude."

Emperor Xuande smiled: "Aiqing's words are serious, how can I care about a little girl, but this child's face is blessed and indeed attractive."

While speaking, Guo Xiao and the others had already approached.

"Father!" Princess Duanhui threw herself into Emperor Xuande's arms with a bright smile.

Emperor Xuande hugged him lovingly, patted his daughter on the shoulder, and looked at the Guo brothers and sisters.

"Guo Xiao pays his respects to the emperor." Guo Xiao took the lead in the salute, because he often went to the palace and was familiar with Emperor Xuande, so he didn't have to kneel. Behind the boy, Song Jianing got Guo Xiao's guidance ahead of time. At this moment, he mustered up his courage to stand on Guo Xiao's right side, slightly behind, and then stiffly blessed Emperor Xuande: "The minister and daughter pay tribute to the emperor."

The ten-year-old girl's voice was soft and sweet, but at this moment, Mian Sheng was in awe, her voice was even softer, and she looked pitiful.

Emperor Xuande would not pay too much attention to a little girl, and signaled that the two children should be exempted from the ceremony. On the other side of Emperor Xuande, Song Jianing's appearance was like a ray of spring breeze, which caused a ripple among the four princes. The eldest prince is eighteen this year. He is strong and burly, and has excellent martial arts skills. There is already a room in the palace. Beauty will attract him, and beautiful girls are not enough to make him tempted.

The second prince is seventeen years old, and he is also enlightened in female sex, but like the first prince, he has no interest in children.

The third prince, Zhao Heng, is fifteen years old this year. He is a brother from the first prince's mother. He was born with a speech problem and stutters. Now, let alone a ten-year-old girl, even if she comes to a charming and charming beauty, he may not be able to look straight at her.

Only the thirteen-year-old fourth prince fell in love with the new little cousin at a glance. This kind of love is not a man's desire to occupy a woman, but a simple goodwill, just like the Guo Fu Guo Shu brothers in the second room of the government's mansion. , With a beautiful sister, I want to say a few more words to her and coax her to smile at myself.

When Emperor Xuande asked Guo Xiao how his kung fu practice was, the fourth prince didn't move, but people secretly winked at Song Jianing.

It's a pity that Song Jianing kept in mind the rule of "you can't look around when you enter the palace", and stood beside her stepfather honestly, with her eyebrows lowered and pleasing to the eye, not looking anywhere. The fourth prince is the youngest prince in the palace. Emperor Xuande was not exempt from the custom, and he was more indulgent and pampered to the youngest son, so the fourth prince was quite bold, picked up a small stone, and under Guo Boyan's sharp gaze, accurately threw it to Song Jianing's foot side.

Song Jianing was startled and looked over in surprise.

The fourth prince smiled at her, revealing a few neat white teeth, with a sharp tiger tooth on the left and right sides, adding a bit of naughty to the boy. Emperor Xuande's heavenly court is full of aura, and the princes and princesses below his knees are all dragons and phoenixes. The boy who caught all the attention.

The third prince Zhao Heng, the future emperor.

In the previous life, Song Jianing was fortunate enough to meet this Qianlong once. At that time, she was numb on her knees, lying on the ground in a state of embarrassment. Looking up from the bottom, she only felt that the emperor was as tall as a mountain, with a face like jade and water lingering on the top of the mountain after the rain. The fog is hazy and unclear, and he can only be judged by feeling that he must be handsome and innocent, and he can only vaguely feel the innate noble grace of the emperor.

Now, she has a real taste of the third prince's style. At the age of fifteen, he has not yet grown in size, more like a green cedar tree growing alone in the mountains, slender and tall and independent. The fourth prince has thick eyebrows and big eyes, the third prince has beautiful eyebrows, and is very handsome and romantic, but his eyes are like clouds and mist, cold and silent, without any emotion, he glanced over lightly, as if a cool and cool rain fell on his heart...

The coolness swept through the whole body, Song Jianing suddenly woke up, and saw that the third prince had already looked away, and the glance just now was like a dream.

Suddenly, no one dared to look at Song Jianing, so he lowered his head again, not seeing the disappointed face of the Fourth Prince.

The bow and arrow targets are ready, and the exams for the princes are about to begin.

"Royal father, it's boring, let's take a gamble? Let Master Chu be the village." Princess Duanhui's voice was clear.

Emperor Xuande smiled dotingly: "Okay, then who are you going to bet on to win?"

Princess Duanhui glanced at Guo Xiao, took out a silver ingot from the sachet, and said generously, "I bet cousin Xiao."

"Duanhui, you can, turn your elbows out and see if I can bring you gifts in the future." The eldest prince joked aloud while drawing the bow. Among the princes, he is the most reminiscent of Emperor Xuande in appearance and majestic in appearance. He is the most important son of Emperor Xuande, and he is also the only prince who can enter Zhongshu Province to observe political affairs, which shows that Emperor Xuande has high hopes for his eldest son.

Princess Duanhui chuckled: "The four of you are all my imperial brothers, and I can't be partial to anyone, so I have to bet on cousin Xiao."

The eldest prince hummed, and the favored Guo Xiao did not show any joy.

Princess Duanhui happily handed the silver ingot to the bow and arrow master Chu Zhen. Emperor Xuande looked at his eldest son, and ordered the eunuch to take out twenty taels of silver to bet on the fourth prince. Who will win, everyone has an answer in their hearts. Since the emperor deliberately bet wrong, Guo Boyan took out ten taels of silver ingots and bet on the eldest prince.

"Who does Jianing think will win?" His daughter was ignorant, but Emperor Xuande asked Song Jianing lovingly to be sympathetic to Guo Boyan's love for his daughter.

Song Jianing didn't expect that he would also participate in it. Facing Emperor Xuande's half-smiling eyes, he was suddenly at a loss.

Guo Boyan handed his daughter a silver ingot, smiled and reassured: "Jianing doesn't need to be nervous, he can bet whoever he wants."

Song Jianing took the money and secretly glanced at the position of the third prince. A total of five people competed, and now there is no one left to choose the second and third princes. Who doesn't want someone to be optimistic about themselves? If both of them were expecting her affirmation, she would bet on others to offend the two princes, and if they had to choose one of the two, no matter how stupid Song Jianing was, she knew that she had to choose the third prince.

Don't look at the fact that the third prince is now invisible, but he is the future emperor, and he must not offend him.

"I am detaining the third prince." There are nobles around, and every look is pressure. Song Jianing said it with a blushing face, and looked at the third prince nervously, wanting to see what the other party's attitude was, but saw the third prince bowing his head and provoking Bowstring, as if not heard. Song Jianing was inexplicably disturbed, what the hell was this third prince thinking? Not showing any emotions or anger at all, it's too inscrutable.

What is Zhao Heng thinking

He casually swept across the pink figure in the distance, and there was a chill in the depths of his cloudy eyes. The whole capital knew that he had a mouth disease, and knew that "the third prince is of mediocre aptitude, and he is not good at martial arts." he

He doesn't like either.

After the second prince finished shooting, Zhao Heng drew the bow and drew the arrow, aimed beyond the red heart of the arrow target, let go, and the feather arrow shot out, instantly disappearing into the position the master aimed at. A regretful sigh came from the second prince on the right. Zhao Heng was expressionless and looked at Song Jianing without a trace when he turned around. Song Jianing was stretching her neck to look at the archery target, and found that the third prince had missed the shot. The first prince and the second prince were both hitting the bull's-eye. She gripped the front of her clothes nervously, fearing that the third prince would shoot the worst, and he was not happy.

In Song Jianing's eyes, Emperor Xuande is the old emperor, and the third prince is the young emperor. If the emperor loses, can it be serious

Zhao Heng retracted his gaze. In the second round of the competition, he continued to aim at the outside of the red heart, but before letting go, a fat girl accidentally flashed in his mind the appearance of a fat girl holding his hand nervously for him. His eyes moved slightly, and Zhao Heng's arm moved down slightly.

With a "whoosh" sound, the feather arrow hit the bullseye.

"Okay!" The eldest prince who was watching the battle sincerely praised him. As his own brother, he naturally hoped that his younger brother would do well.

Zhao Heng was calm, and turned to Song Jianing from the corner of his eye. Song Jianing looked at the archery target of the third prince, and was extremely happy. The almond eyes were bright and moist, and the peach blossom-like face seemed to be more beautiful than the previous moment, bright and gratifying. Sensing that the fat girl was about to come over, Zhao Heng lightly turned his eyes away, unintentionally passing over Emperor Xuande.

Xuande Emperor Longyan was calm, only after the fourth prince hit the bullseye, he smiled approvingly.

Zhao Heng is neither envious nor jealous.

He knew that he was stuttering. When he was young, he studied hard and practiced martial arts hard, hoping to make up for his physical defects with intelligence. The eight-year-old second brother could not solve the problem, the six-year-old he easily dealt with it, and after answering, he looked forward to observing the father, the father was really happy, but the joy only lasted for a few moments, just when he was secretly satisfied. At that time, the royal father touched his head and sighed softly: "My son is very talented, but unfortunately..."

Is it a pity a stutter

But he just said bad things, he can do better what the other brothers can do, why should the father be a pity

He refused to accept it, and he continued to work hard. At the age of ten, he practiced a hundred steps to wear Yang, but in exchange, the father and emperor changed from regret to indifference. It was a pity that the second brother and the fourth brother were praised by the concubines and concubines. He doesn't like to hear it, he doesn't need anyone's pity, rather than being pitied by others, he would rather be a mediocre stammer as they wish.

For a stuttering prince, it is normal to be mediocre. They no longer praise him or pity him, and his ears are clean.

So his homework is mediocre, his martial arts are mediocre, just like now, being able to hit the bull's-eye is just a fluke in the eyes of the father and others.

The third arrow, Zhao Heng hit the bullseye again.

This was the last round. Zhao Heng handed the bow and arrow to the eunuch, and walked to the side indifferently, his eyes lowered, waiting for his father's comment.

The eldest prince won, and Emperor Xuande smiled and reminded the boss to read more in addition to practicing martial arts. The second prince ranked second, and Emperor Xuande pointed out the shortcomings of his son. When he came to the third prince, Emperor Xuande didn't say anything. In the end, he greatly appreciated his younger son, who had made rapid progress. As for Guo Xiao, who was ranked third, Emperor Xuande also encouraged him. He knew in his heart that Guo Xiao deliberately released water .

After Emperor Xuande finished commenting, Princess Duanhui smiled and ran to Guo Boyan: "Uncle, my money..."

Guo Boyan happily returned his niece's bet to her, and divided it by twelve more.

Princess Duanhui left happily, and Guo Boyan gave the remaining two silver ingots to his younger daughter.

"Thank you father." Song Jianing obediently continued, thinking of the third prince who was at the bottom of the list, she was still a little worried, and looked at him again. Unexpectedly, the third prince was also looking at her, and it seemed that he had been staring at her for a long time. Song Jianing panicked, he didn't dare to look anymore, lowered his head, and pretended to be serious about putting money into his purse.

However, Zhao Heng could see the fat girl's deep-seated worry. It was only at this moment that he was sure that she was so nervous about his win or loss, not for a few taels of silver, but simply caring about him.

Just why