The official is deeply trapped in the Shura field

Chapter 14 Explained

Zhu Jue didn't like riding and shooting very much. In the past, Fu Renzhang always took him to hunt. He was afraid of the sun, so he always found excuses to hide in the tent, but he was leisurely.

In the open field, the riding and archery master looked at the white and clean Zhu Jue, and assigned him a rare brown pony. Yang Zhen strolled up to him, stretched out his hand to support his waist and sent him up, and Zhu Jue sat on the horse. Steady, walk forward slowly.

The pony is more cheerful, twitching its mane, running and jumping, carrying the people above it, and trotting happily. Yang Zhen and the others need to practice archery. Zhu Jue doesn't want to move forward, so he runs to a remote place in the yard. Golden yellow, the scenery is quite beautiful, maybe the sun came out, and Zhu Jue's mood also became more beautiful. He walked down the hillside and ran out of the training ground before he knew it. The pony is also a person who likes freshness. Smell here, smell there, suddenly his right hoof seemed to be knocked down by something, because of the pain he went crazy instantly, Zhu Jue didn't even have time to call for help, he was heaved up and down, trying to hold the rein, trying to pat Xiao The horse's neck made him quiet, but unfortunately, the wind was whistling, and he didn't listen to him at all.

Going down the hillside, a few kilometers away is a cold pool. The weather is so cold that Zhu Jue's eyes narrowed. He planned to jump down from the high grass, which is better than falling into the cold pool at such a high level. Just as he was thinking, there was a shout from behind. It turned out that it was Yang Zhen chasing him, staring at his hanging body, trying to adjust his sitting posture, pulling him to jump, and instantly getting on Zhu Jue's pony, and getting close to him He said in his ear, "I'll count one, two, three, and you'll give it away."

"One, two, three, uh, uh..."

The two of them fell into the barley, and Zhu Jue pressed his whole body on top of him, sat up and asked him, "Are you okay?"

Yang Zhen also got up, glanced at the palm of his hand, the skin was scratched red and red, he laughed out loud, "I think I should ask you this question."

As he said that, the pony also seemed to know the danger ahead, and stopped obediently, wagging its tail and sneezed at Zhu Jue. Zhu Jue was so angry that he raised his hand to pat the horse's nose, and scolded it, "You bastard!" Bastard, you almost threw me to death, how dare you come here and act like a baby?"

Seeing him like that, Yang Zhen felt relieved, thought he was frightened, grabbed his arms and stood up, bent down to pick up the dry grass behind him, whistled towards the woods, and quickly ran over with a horse Ma, "Let's go back, it's time for lunch."

Still helping Zhu Jue get on the horse first, and then Yang Zhen kicked on the stirrups and jumped up vigorously. There was not much space between the two of them. Yang Zhen tried his best to circle him and hold the rein tightly, and scolded him all the way, "Why are you doing it yourself? Come down, if I don't follow, what do you think you should do, the cold pool is several feet deep, and if you plunge into it, your intestines will probably be broken, thanks to me looking back at you, it's really..."

Zhu Jue felt guilty when he heard it at first, but suddenly he laughed out loud, shaking his body giggling, without looking back, he hugged his shoulders and said, "It's not my fault, it's all that pony It's causing trouble, it only has legs but no brains, and it keeps going to that dangerous place, what can I do."

Hey, what you said had nothing to do with him, Yang Zhen's chest shook, and he asked him with a smile, "Aren't you riding a horse? I think your posture of holding the rein is quite smooth."

Embarrassed by what he said, Zhu Jue slowly moved his place, hummed unwillingly, and the two returned to the training ground.

At noon, the academy has a special chef to cook meals, which are nutritious with both meat and vegetables. Yang Zhen led him to the pharmacy to apply some medicine for beatings, and then went to the dining room. Because many students had already eaten, Zhou Wu stood Waiting for the two of them ahead, they hurried in and opened a few small stoves, and the three of them ate.

Zhu Jue still didn't like meat, so he ate with lettuce slices while holding the rice. Yang Zhen looked at him several times, "Here's ribs, you can eat some."

Zhou Wu hurriedly pushed the ribs over, and they all followed Yang Zhen. They were the younger brothers of the family, obedient and steady, and then picked the braised pork from a distance to eat, saying, "Well, this ribs taste very good, my little one. Uncle, try it."

Zhu Jue still didn't bend his chopsticks, and pulled the lettuce to his side, and pushed the ribs back, "I'm a vegetarian, eat as much as you like."

Zhou Wu's rare emotional intelligence was higher, and he blurted out, "You are so thin, and you are still a vegetarian? Don't let a gust of wind blow you away."

Zhu Jue felt that this picture was too beautiful, raised his hand and touched his chin, Xinghe's big eyes blinked, "It's okay, I'll make a rope to tie Yang Zhen's belt, I'm sure I won't be able to run too far."

Yang Zhen put down his chopsticks and nodded helplessly, "Okay, I'm big, so I'll block it in front. Let's go back and have a rest after eating. There's another class in the afternoon."

Zhu Jue lost too many classes, so he had no choice but to make up for it during his nap at noon. Sometimes Yang Zhen accompanied him, and sometimes he was alone. After a few days like this, it was considered peaceful and peaceful.

It's just that the iron scroll was not found, and the Ministry of Industry had already scraped Yuen Bo's mansion so much that even Chai Bo didn't know where it was when he went back.

Fu Renzhang has been obsessed with carpentry work for the past few days. He originally hired a few carpenters to come to his house to make some delicate mechanisms for use on a certain red bean. But later, he slowly discovered some fun. , the knife carved and painted on the wood, formed various shapes, and then painted with halo color, I felt a sense of accomplishment. After grinding for three days and two nights, I made a lantern with colored glaze. It looked like a dragon and a tiger leaping outside. , there is a small pavilion inside, with fireproof wax paint in the middle, surrounded by a small cluster of flames, shining brightly, very much like Zhu Jue, I can't help but miss him, no matter what time, Just carry it over.

In the evening, Zhu Jue followed Yang Zhen and the others to the theater. Zhou Wu was engaged today. His family originally wanted to be a Jinshi after the Spring Festival, which would be more honorable. Jue couldn't eat well, and he didn't know anyone, so Yang Zhen simply took them to an outside restaurant to watch a play, and asked for a private room. When he came to Zhu Jue, he sat by the window, opened the pages, and found no one recognized the name of the play, so he looked through it again in a little embarrassment, uh, he didn't go to the theater in a leisurely way before, since he met Fu Renzhang, what kind of bad habit is it? He has grown up, and later he loves to listen to operas. Every day when he wakes up, he asks Fu Renzhang to put on the stage, and sometimes he pretends to sing for him when he gets excited. It seems that he thinks of Fu Renzhang less often these days. , and less meetings, it's good, it's best to have nothing to do in this life, I'm afraid he's going to whisper something behind his back.

"I'll order one, Bawang Yuji."

The crisp voice fell, Zhu Jue was watching the play seriously, and several other people were chatting with each other, Zhou Wu asked Yang Zhen, "Is the eldest brother still undecided, I heard that you have already seen it?"

Yang Zhen sat boldly, sipping strong tea in his hand, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, thin and shallow lips, black eyes and a straight nose, the eldest son of the Endehou family, with an extraordinary natural bearing.

"Well, my mother only asked for my opinion. I'm not in a hurry. I must settle down before making an engagement."

A few people pondered what he said, the current sage's thoughts are all in the harem, and it is not fair to deal with things. Their grandfather's generation followed to conquer the world, and now they are safe, but they want to cut their momentum, even if they are the children of the family. Officials need to participate in the big exam. It sounds nice to give more opportunities to the children of poor families in the world. In essence, it is still depriving the power of the princes. That's all. It is useless to talk about who made the surname Fu ascend to the throne.

"Then, civil and military, how do you choose?"

The other person who asked was Jiang Hua, the second son of the Hou family of Shanwei. They are now dependent on each other, and they are also relatives of the female family members, so they discuss everything with each other.

Yang Zhen pondered for a while, and made a tentative decision, "I discussed with my father that day. Fang Jian and I will go to literature, and you and Zhou Wu will go to martial arts. Each is good at it."

Zhou Wu frowned, raised his head and asked him strangely, "Brother is better at riding and shooting, why did you choose the text?"

Yang Zhen glanced at Zhu Jue, who was seriously watching the play, pursed his lips and chose to interrupt, "We came out to watch the play, what are we talking about about the future..."

Several people looked at each other, and walls have ears. Throughout the ages, emperors have paid more attention to the mouths of literati cabinets, but ignored the old scars on the bodies of generals. If they inherit the title, if there is a war, the emperor will definitely send them first. Yang Zhen watched the drama , but the words I said to my father flooded into my mind like a bee chrysalis.

Zhu Jue didn't listen to a word they said, and he didn't even listen to them. He really didn't hear these plays. In the past, Fu Renzhang let him listen to them. Maybe they had been screened. These folk dramas might not let him. listen?Besides, most of them are pretending to be men and women. Why did he listen to men and men before? Really, Fu Renzhang can listen to whatever he likes. He is very willful.

A few people came out and took their own carriages back home. It was already late at night, and Chai Bo was waiting at the gate, helping Zhu Jue to get off the car, "You don't need to come out and wait for me next time, can I still get lost?"

Chai Bo is getting old and his back is not straight anymore, he should work less and cultivate more, thinking that he should find a servant to serve him.

"I'm not afraid that you will get lost, but I'm afraid that you won't eat. You can eat some sweet-scented osmanthus meatballs made in the kitchen later."

Zhu Jue also didn't know why he was so afraid that he wouldn't eat. In fact, he really didn't eat a few bites at night, and the things outside looked greasy. Thinking of sweet-scented osmanthus, he rarely swallowed his saliva, he likes sweet-scented osmanthus thing.

"Okay, bring it to my room."

Going in along the path, Uncle Chai slapped his forehead and said quickly, "In the evening, the Ninth Prince came, and the old slave said that you haven't come back from the academy, but His Highness seems to have sent someone to look for you but couldn't find you. His complexion is extremely bad, you, explain when you go in."

Fu Renzhang, why is he here? Did you think of him as a plaything again?

Even though he thought so, he still took a bigger step.

The author has something to say: Fu Renzhang: Look, Little Red Dou still cares about me.

Zhu Jue Aojiao: I am afraid of the cold in late autumn night.