On the third day of the third lunar month, the sky was still dark, and the curfew was lifted. Mu Zhiming and his father, Mu Boren, entered the palace in a sedan chair. Gong Shi, Cai Wei, Wen Heyin and others saw each other in front of the house.
The horses hooves trotted, walking to Qiming, the morning light was faint, entered the heavily guarded palace gate, abandoned the sedan chair and walked, and then went ahead to the Han Baiyu Longjiuzi Arch Bridge. watts, luxurious.
Mu Boren was not allowed to enter the harem, so he summoned eunuchs and commissioned someone to take Mu Zhiming to the Ciren Palace where the noble concubine lived.
Although the spring breeze is expected to be rough, the palace has long been full of flowers and birds singing and dancing. When Mu Zhiming stepped into the Fengyi Palace just now, he smelled a dark and warm fragrance. A woman with luxurious makeup, dressed in a red brocade suit and wearing a pearl and a phoenix hairpin, sat upright on the mattress of the Arhat, with dark eyebrows and red lips, and her beauty was peerless.
This is Mu Boren's sister, Mu Zhiming's aunt, and the concubine who is doted on by thousands of people.
Mu Zhiming knelt down and gave a big salute. When the concubine saw him, she was overjoyed. She called someone to stand by her side, and put melons, fruits and cakes in Mu Zhiming's hand: "Little Lizhu, it's been a long time, I really miss you."
"The noble concubine is still so elegant." Mu Zhiming was not restrained, he smiled and put the delicate cakes into his mouth.
"It's your sweet mouth." The imperial concubine's jade finger was as pale as light green, and she tapped the tip of Mu Zhiming's nose.
"Prince Concubine, where is Ji'an?" Mu Zhiming ate a few cakes and expressed his doubts.
Fu Ji'an was the seventh prince of the dynasty, the son of a noble concubine, and was three years younger than Mu Zhinian.
"He went to the Ciren Palace early in the morning to greet the emperor and the empress." The imperial concubine said, "Today the princes are here, the emperor must ask about the homework for the knowledge test, and I'm afraid he won't be back in a while, so he directly asks Ciren. I don't know if the palace will go to Jiuqu Mountain, but you can go with me when you wait."
Mu Zhiming nodded in agreement, and An Xin sipped melon seeds with the noble concubine and talked about gossip.
At three poles in the sun, an eunuch came to invite the imperial concubine to leave. Mu Zhiming followed the imperial concubine to the gate of the Taihe Palace, where he saw Zhu Lunhuahuan of the imperial family and relatives gathered, and the imperial guards guarded the two sides and the end of the team majestically.
After waiting for a while, an eunuch shouted loudly: "The Holy One is here."
When it is, the audience is silent, and the needle drop can be heard.
Mu Zhiming turned his head to look and saw that Emperor Wen of Jin was wearing a bright yellow and luxurious round-neck robe, with a hawk on his left arm, and he was coming majestically on his horse, and behind him were several princes who were in high spirits, and Fu Yi was naturally there. in.
Mu Zhiming lowered his eyes, his eyes darkened, and he blocked his body with a chariot.
The team is completed and headed to Jiuqu Mountain.
Half a day later, the mighty team marched to Jiuqu Mountain. The tent had already been set up. Mu Zhiming had just sat down with the noble concubine in the tent. An eunuch hurriedly came to report.
The imperial concubine dropped the melon seeds in her hand, jumped up from the cushion, and ordered Mu Zhiming what to say and what not to say, and then sent him out of the camp.
Mu Zhiming followed behind the eunuch, knowing that at this moment, the princes would be with the emperor.
Fu Yi is also there.
He remembered his previous life. He was young and didn't know how to behave. When he was meeting, he secretly looked around. Then he met a pair of eyes that were as soft as spring water.
But now, Mu Zhiming's heart is full of...
How could his mother's eyes be blind at such a young age.
The eunuch led Mu Zhiming to the front of the imperial palace. The emperor rode his horse and pointed to the nearby deep forest. There were people all around. Mu Boren was also waiting beside the emperor. Kneel and salute.
The emperor called him to get up and looked up, looked at it for a moment, and said with a smile: "Yan Guogong, the son of your family, has a bright and beautiful appearance, and his eyebrows are somewhat similar to those of the imperial concubine."
Even though he was a son, he was praised for being beautiful. Mu Boren was a little complicated, and he bowed his head and said, "The sage is right, everyone in the clan said that, but the dog has a stubborn temperament, and he is still a child.
Mu Zhiming: "..."
Dad, why are you talking nonsense with your eyes open! The noble concubine is dignified and virtuous! ? Have you forgotten that she buried me in the snow and laughed on her hips before!
The emperor smiled but didn't respond, turned his head to look at Mu Zhiming, and asked, "What books do you read on weekdays?"
Mu Zhiming replied: "The Book of Songs and Rites is read, and Jianghu Xianzai is also read."
"Oh?" The emperor smiled even more. "It sounds like this, how much do you have to gain knowledge? Then tell me, what do you think about hunting?"
Mu Zhiming calmly said: "hunting in spring is for searching, hunting in summer is for seedlings, hunting in autumn is for hunting, and hunting in winter is for hunting. It is spring, when all things grow and the earth recovers. When sacrificing is the main thing, hiking is fun, and hunting is the time of pursuit, Pregnant animals and young animals should not be touched."
After listening to the emperor, he looked up to the sky and smiled: "Okay! Huixin has a wonderful tongue, Yingwu is extraordinary, come here, give a royal horse!"
Mu Zhiming immediately knelt down and kowtowed to thank him, but he was mourning in his heart.
Ah, isn't it bad to give gold and silver jewelry? ! Give a horse! Your Majesty, your royal horse can kill me half! It's so long!
But this horse has been given. If you don't ride it, you should move your head. Mu Zhiming's face is beautiful, and he rides the royal horse in his heart, stroking its mane, and silently saying: Don't throw me, my dear horse, please Don't be crazy, I will go back to burn Gaoxiang and be vegetarian for three days.
Under the attention of all the people, the emperor pulled the eagle bow like a full moon, and a sharp arrow shot into the forest.
Mu Zhiming is not good at riding and archery, and lacks interest in hunting. He clutched the reins and wanted to find an excuse not to ride. When he looked up, he found that the fifth prince Fu Yi was racing towards him.
At first glance, it was like a previous life, but unfortunately, there is no more youthful innocence and warm pillow between the two, only the gully of blood dripping with bones and the full of resentment for suffering.