The early morning was cool, the darkness of the night gradually faded away from the sky, and the dawn light slowly rose on the eastern horizon.
When the servants and maids of the Marquis' Mansion got up in the morning to sweep the courtyard, Zhu Ping'an had already washed and changed into riding clothes. Baozi, the little maid, came to the guest room on time with a breakfast box and placed a sumptuous breakfast on the dining table.
Today is a spring outing. Li Shu went with the Second Miss and other girls, while Zhu Ping'an went with Fatty Zhou and other boys. This is probably because of the feudal tradition of strict rules on the relationship between men and women.
When they were about to set off, Fatty Zhou came over in riding clothes and took Zhu Ping'an to the stable of the marquis' mansion, wanting to ride there together on horseback.
By the way, the riding clothes look awkward on Fatty Zhou. It looks like a potato wrapped in leather pants, tight... ... His aesthetic is also intoxicating.
When Zhu Ping'an arrived at the stable, he was dumbfounded. This black horse was riding on the back of a shiny red horse and doing some simple repetitive mechanical movements... ... When he saw Zhu Ping'an coming in, he got off with a look of disgust and displeasure, and used his short stature to cover the red horse as much as possible, as if to prevent his girlfriend from exposing herself... ...
"Ahem, brother-in-law, you, well, really know how to enjoy life." Fatty Zhou said after being stunned for a long time.
This is a disgrace!
Zhu Pingan looked at the black horse and really had the urge to castrate it! The crossbow horse, which was not good at anything, was very good at picking up horses. It was said that this guy seemed to have hooked up with a horse in the Hanlin Academy... ...
After hearing what Fatty Zhou said, Zhu Ping'an smiled awkwardly, then went to pull the Shamatte black horse with a dark face. Today was a spring outing for horseback hunting, and he couldn't do without a mount. Although the Shamatte had all kinds of problems, it was still a mount after all.
However, to Zhu Ping'an's surprise, the Shamatte guy actually went on strike and could not be pulled away no matter how hard he tried. He was pulled too hard. The Shamatte guy immediately lay down on the ground, as if he would not leave even if he was beaten to death. He was simply acting like a rogue, no matter how hard he tried to pull him, he would not get up! No, no, no, I will not leave!
Damn it! The horse's neck was stretched very long, but it just couldn't pull this guy! It was a complete example of forgetting friends for the sake of beauty! Therefore, Zhu Ping'an once again confirmed the idea of castrating this guy.
"Ahem, brother-in-law, forget it. I don't think your horse is that good. I guess it won't be able to outrun others. I never intended to let you lead your horse. Come on, there's another fine horse in my stable. It was shipped from the northwest. It's half a head taller than yours."
Fatty Zhou looked down on the Shamatte black horse and pulled Zhu Pingan to the stable on the other side to get the horse. This was the only way for now, and Zhu Pingan nodded.
Seeing Zhu Pingan give up, the black horse of Shamatte raised his head at a 45-degree angle, showing his pride! Humph. Poor human, I have reached the pinnacle of my horse life! I have a car (myself), a house (luxury stable), and I just got married to Ma Fumei.
"Well, help me change the trough of that red horse."
Before leaving, Zhu Ping'an gritted his teeth and ordered the servant in charge of the stable, "Little guy, I'll make you the peak of your horse life!"
When Zhu Ping'an saw the horse that Fatty Zhou mentioned, he despised the Shamatte dark horse even more. See, this is a real horse.
Look at this tall horse. The flying mane, every part of the body is so well matched, the muscles are full of strength like flowing water, obedient and full of spirituality. This is a good horse!
After leading his horse out, Zhu Ping'an and Fatty Zhou met up with the second-generation rich men from several nearby dukes' and marquises' mansions, and they rode together to the outskirts of Beijing.
Zhu Ping'an also knew many of these second-generation rich people, including those second-generation rich people wearing brocade hats and sable fur coats that he met at the city gate when he first came to Beijing. In addition, when the results of the last imperial examination were announced, many of them came to the Linhuai Marquis's mansion to ridicule Fatty Zhou, and of course, they also ridiculed Zhu Ping'an. However, after knowing that Zhu Ping'an won the first place when the results were announced, his impression of Zhu Ping'an changed a lot.
Xu Laosan from next door also came, and beside him there was an even more arrogant person, who was about three or four years older than Xu Laosan, probably Xu Laoer. In addition, there were many children of nobles that Zhu Pingan had never seen before.
Fatty Zhou introduced the son of a noble family and Zhu Ping'an, who were familiar to him, to each other, and then they all rode their horses to the spring outing destination in the suburbs.
These second-generation rich kids rode their horses just like they did when they first met. They laughed and rode their horses, competing with each other in speed, paying no attention to the people on the street at all. Some even rode their horses deliberately towards crowded places, listening to the sounds of people dodging and laughing as they rode away.
Fatty Zhou was fat, and he couldn't ride as fast as other noble sons on the same horse, so he fell behind. Zhu Ping'an didn't ride fast either, as he was worried that riding too fast would hurt the people on the street, so he also fell behind.
"Brother-in-law, that's very nice." Fatty Zhou thought that Zhu Ping'an deliberately fell behind him, and gave Zhu Ping'an a thumbs up. In the past, when Fatty Zhou rode horses with this group of noble sons, he was always the last one, but this time he was finally not the last one.
Zhu Ping'an shook his head slightly and smiled, without explaining.
The second-generation rich kids riding their horses in the front were shouting and laughing in the crowd. People on both sides of the street dodged them as if they were avoiding the plague, not daring to be angry but to say anything. However, the second-generation rich kids seemed to enjoy this feeling very much.
"Haha, Brother Liu, this feels like charging into battle without any one in sight. It feels great."
The second-generation rich compared riding horses through the crowd to a general charging into battle, and those who dodged to cowardly enemies, and they kept shouting "It's great!"
If you have the guts, go to the battlefield and charge against the Tartars, go to the southeast coast and charge against the Japanese pirates. Why are you trying to show off your abilities against the unarmed civilians on your own two acres of land
What a bunch of parasites who are destined to be eliminated by society!
Zhu Pingan looked at the second generation rich kids who were laughing and riding horses in front of him and shook his head in disappointment. When these people grow up, they will be placed in the army and various departments by their families. It is really a hidden danger...
In front of me was a woman carrying a basket on her back and holding a child in one hand. The left hand was a girl of 20 years old, and the right hand was a boy of 3 or 4 years old. They were probably from outside the capital who came to the capital to sell fruits and vegetables grown in their own homes.
Because there were so many people, the woman with the child did not see the second-generation rich kids riding their horses towards them not far away. When the second-generation rich kids rode their horses towards them and the crowd dodged as if they were avoiding the plague, the woman could only has time to protect the two of them and dodge to the side of the street as much as possible.
The few second-generation rich kids in the front were able to ride their horses to dodge, but a few in the middle were riding side by side and had no time to dodge, and their horses hit the baskets carried by the women, knocking them to the side of the street.
Fortunately, there were no hard objects on the street, and the woman only scratched her scalp and was not seriously injured.
"Go find a crooked tree if you want to die. Get out of here. You scared my horse. Can you afford the compensation?" The second-generation rich man who hit the woman in front turned around and saw that the woman was not seriously injured. He cursed a few words and rode away without even looking at her. (To be continued.)