Ruyi's Royal Love in the Palace: Jia Ling's Double Rebirth, Creates a Great Success

In July, Mulan Paddock is covered with majestic trees and lush grass. Under the mirror-like blue sky, there are slowly spreading green waves, with ripples created by the breeze.

The Queen Mother, supported by Fujia and Rong Pei, also walked on the grassland, stopping from time to time to look at the scenery. This time, no matter what the Emperor said, she would not stay in the palace.

What a joke! What if the emperor and the empress throw something at her again and disturb her peace? It would be safest to follow them.

Among the princes, the sixth prince Yongrong was sent to paint and record the grand scene of the hunting ground, and the tenth prince Yongheng followed the emperor and accompanied him in writing poems.

Yongheng was very melancholy. His mother told him to look after the Emperor and write fewer poems, otherwise she would have to sort them out in the end. His mother also wanted to go riding the pony with Empress Qing.

But the emperor wrote one poem for this Mongolian prince, one poem for that Mongolian princess, one after another, so many that it was impossible to count them.

Yongheng picked up a poem and praised it, "This poem written by your father is really good, with high style and beautiful words. It is the best among all poems."

Yongheng originally thought that if he praised this poem highly, the emperor would stop.

Unexpectedly, the emperor laughed out loud: "Really? Your Majesty can write better. If you don't believe me, just wait and see."

As he spoke, there was another swish…

Yongheng looked at his mother who was not far away outside and said silently: "Mother, I have tried my best. The Emperor can't stop me."

Outside the tent, on the grassland.

Xiaoqi, Xiaoba and Xiaojiu have already mastered riding ponies, especially Yongcong, who seems to have a natural love for horseback riding and shooting.

Yongcong, who had always been able to get whatever he set his eyes on since childhood, thought that today he would sweep up treasures in the palace, and tomorrow he would ride on horseback across the world to expand the territory for the Qing Dynasty.

Two days ago, when Jin Yuyan was in the emperor's bedchamber, she specifically mentioned to the emperor that she had a nightmare in which Yongxuan fell off his horse. She asked if he could stop Yongxuan and Yongji from riding horses.

The emperor said that the Qing Dynasty conquered the world on horseback, and the prince should not be deprived of the joy of riding just because of a dream.

As for Concubine Jia's concerns, the Emperor also made arrangements to reassure her.

So this time, Xiaoba and Xiaojiu's mounts were two auspicious horses that were tributed from Guangxi. They were short and gentle in nature, making them most suitable for children to ride.

Jin Yuyan looked left and right, and was relieved after making sure that the horse's height would at most hurt her butt if she fell.

On the other side, Yongsheng was leading Eleven, and Yongqi was leading Twelve in learning archery.

Yongcheng proudly stated that his eleventh brother, whom he tutored, could already hit the target.

Yong Qi was not to be outdone and said, "We twelve can already hit the bull's eye."

Under the expectant gazes of Yongcheng and Yongyan, Yongqi took Twelve to the shooting range.

For some unknown reason, Yongji had been weak since childhood and could not pull an ordinary bow. Even though Lu Muping used different methods to nourish his body every day, he was still a little worse than Yongyan.

So his small peach wood bow was made for him by his fifth brother himself, and it could be pulled open with just a little force.

In order to encourage Twelve, Yongqi looked around, held Twelve and moved towards the target until the distance was as close as possible. Then he held his small hand with his big hand and shot it out.

Sure enough, it hit the bull's eye.

Yong Qi clapped his hands in a respectful manner: "Twelve is amazing, he hit the target with just one arrow!"

Twelve scratched his head and asked innocently, "Fifth Brother, is it really okay for us to shoot arrows like this?"

Yong Qi nodded heavily: "Of course there is no problem. We only told Fourth Brother that we can hit the bull's eye, but we didn't tell him where to start shooting."

Twelve was mesmerized by Fifth Brother's cleverness and wit. Behind the two of them, Yongcheng and Yongyan folded their arms, both with shocked looks on their faces.

Yongcheng stared at the two brothers in front of him and sighed: Yongqi and Yongji are really a pair of shameless brothers.

Twelve also looked up at Yongqi: "Fifth brother, why do I feel a chill on my back?"

Yongqi touched Twelve's head and said, "It must be windy. We need to go back and put on more clothes. Okay, Twelve, let's go quickly and don't look back. As long as we don't look back, your fourth brother will be embarrassed."

After saying that, the two brothers ran away, leaving Yongcheng and Yongyan alone to continue lamenting their shamelessness.

In the tent, Tian Yuner couldn't help laughing after listening to Yongqi's vivid narration:

"Fifth Prince, you are so old, yet you are still so childish."

Yong Qi saw that Twelve was tired and fell asleep, so he said, "It's really not my fault. I just wanted to protect Twelve's self-esteem. My riding and archery skills have been praised by every An Da."

Hailan was modifying Yongqi's riding clothes. After hearing this, she smiled and said:

"How can I not praise you? If An Da doesn't praise you for a day, you will shoot him in the foot."

Tian Yuner covered her mouth to stifle laughter, and Yongqi blushed: "Oh, mother, don't say it, don't say it."

When night fell, the emperor was finally tired of writing poems, and he had just collected three poems for each Mongolian prince.

He felt that was enough, and wanted to see how the Eight Banners disciples who were going to participate in the encirclement were prepared, so he put down his pen and took Li Yu out of the tent.

Before leaving, he did not forget to instruct: "Yongheng, hurry up and give these to your mother to copy and organize. She will definitely be very happy."

The emperor was in a good mood, laughing heartily as he walked on the red carpet with bonfires on both sides.

For this hunting trip, all the Mongolian princes and nobles brought their children of appropriate age.

Some hoped to be favored by the emperor and send their sons to the palace as study companions, so that when they grew up, they could become a prince consort and marry a princess like Sebuteng Balzhuer.

Those who had this idea went to seek advice from Prince Darhan of the Khorchin tribe, Lobsang Gunbu. After all, the Khorchin were experts in this area.

As for the rest, some hoped to find a good marriage for their daughters among the various tribes, while others hoped to send their daughters to the palace to be concubines like the Balin and Abagai tribes.

However, there was an outlier among these people, that was Zhai Sanggendun of the Khorchin tribe and his daughter Eyinzhu.

Eyinzhu is twenty-seven years old, really twenty-seven.

Although in the eyes of all Manchus, Mongolians and Han people, this unmarried daughter at an advanced age is an outlier, but Zhai Sanggendun still holds her in the palm of his hand. In his eyes, his daughter is the true flower of Mongolia.

Eyinzhu also agreed with this view.

In fact, when she was a teenager, Zhai Sanggendun arranged a marriage for her according to Mongolian customs. He was a prince of the Huite tribe. Not long after, he was killed by Dawachi, the Khan of Dzungar, in a war.

Later, Gendun betrothed her to a prince of the Right Banner of Khorchin. However, when he was riding a horse to chase a Saker Falcon, his eyes were pecked out and he committed suicide in grief.

After waiting for a long time, the prince of the Eleuth tribe finally came to propose marriage two years ago. However, before Zhai Sanggendun agreed to the marriage, the prince went to Tibet to provide support and never came back.

After the three marriage arrangements fell through, Gendun completely gave up the idea of ​​finding a husband for Eyinzhu, otherwise the brothers from various tribes would think that he deliberately wanted to disintegrate the tribes.

But E Yinzhu is lively by nature. She said that she can choose not to get married, but she cannot stop looking at handsome men.

Her favorite thing on weekdays is to dance Mongolian dance with young people at various bonfire parties.

When the Manchus and Mongols surrounded them this time, all the young and strong men in their tribe went out, so she naturally followed along.

Gendun doted on her and followed her personality, not keeping her confined in the tent.

At this moment, in a bonfire in the distance, Eyinzhu was wearing a red Mongolian robe and a head full of red agate beads. His whole body was bright red and full of vitality.

She swung her long arms in the air, twisted her body up and down, and twisted her neck from time to time.

A loud and clear voice sang from her nasal throat. The melody was uplifting. If you listened carefully, you could hear that she was singing:

"The flower of Mongolia, the flower of Mongolia, the flower of Mongolia, the Eyinzhu~"