female concubine

A new sand table has been set up in the Duo Hall of the Chui Gong Hall. On the sand table, dozens of small flags of different colors are planted on both sides of the Song-Xia border.

"Beiliao's internal struggles are overwhelming, and the emperor of Beiliao has promised not to send troops."

"I heard that the great power of the Northern Liao Dynasty is in the hands of the Emperor Yelufang and the Empress Dowager Xiao. Apart from deterring the courtiers, the little emperor's words will not have much effect."

The emperor shook his head, "A skinny camel is bigger than a horse. Even if he has no real power, he is still the orthodox heir of Beiliao. No one wants to rebel against the words of integrity. Besides, Yelvfang has no heirs."

"I think..." Han Si looked at the emperor hesitantly.

"Say."

"I dare to speculate that Yelu is always shrewd and knows that once the situation of the three kingdoms is broken, there will be a day of unification, so he dare not send troops to attack Xixia easily, let alone raise troops against the country. Now all countries are developing in secret. With his own power, Yelufang has decided that Guochao will not..." Han Si dared not continue.

"I've decided that I can't destroy Xixia, right?" The emperor threw the bronze horse in his hand into the sand table, and immediately opened the military newspaper that was just delivered this morning on the table.

"It's no wonder that Li Yuanhao dared to openly oppose the Song Dynasty, and it's no wonder that the Yeli family can replace Wei Mu's family." The emperor sat down on a chair, put the general newspaper aside and rubbed his forehead.

"The soldiers of the Yeli tribe are all good at fighting, and they merged with the Weimu family. Although Marshal Xiao was facing a few young people, the enemy commander was very good at using troops, and he was able to plan to eradicate his relatives who were in power. It can be seen that his He is wise and resourceful, after all Xixia won the battle against Beiliao, he was the coach of Xixia, and Beiliaoxiang is a veteran who can fight well, so the Ye Li family had to guard against it."

Han Si expressed the emperor's concern, "Will Jingming use troops?"

Han Si shook his head, "I have never been on the battlefield, so what I say is only on paper, but I heard that General Cao had worked with Duke Xing, and he was highly appreciated by Duke Longde before his death."

"You can't change your commander before the battle, send someone to send a secret message to the front line."

"Yes."

The servant walked into the Duo Hall and bowed: "Officials, there is news from the inner palace that the county king has come to see the meal and is waiting in the main hall of Funing Hall."

——Boom boom boom boom! —— At noon, the Bell and Drum Academy beat a total of 150 drums.

The sound of the drum came into the hall, and the emperor was very irritable when he heard the sound of the drum, "Is it noon so soon?"

Han Si said: "The king of the county is benevolent and filial, and he must be a benevolent king in the future."

"To be a king, being too benevolent may not be a good thing." The emperor disagreed.

Han Si looked at the emperor, and boldly asked, "I dare to ask you."

"Just ask."

"The king of the county is a kind and honest man. For more than ten years, it has been the same day. The official family loves the saint just like a private couple. The minister is puzzled..."

"Jingming thinks I'm being too harsh on him?"

"After all, he is the eldest son of the official family."

"Because he is the eldest son, I can't pamper him."

"Officials can pamper princesses who are not their own..."

"Jingming!" The emperor stood up from his seat and said displeasedly: "The day Ruhua adopted me, I issued an order that no one in the palace should mention the matter of the princess' biological parents, she is just my daughter. "

This was the first time that Han Bo didn't understand and couldn't figure out why the emperor was so tough, so he took a deep breath and bowed: "Yes."

The Funing Hall is located behind the Chuigong Hall. The emperor stepped into the courtyard and found the boy waiting on the stone steps of the hall gate.

The young man stood upright, and when he saw the emperor coming, he bent his left knee to meet him, put his left hand on the back of his right hand, and said, "Your Majesty, I respectfully invite Sheng An."

"Zhen..." The emperor hesitantly withdrew his hand when he stretched out his hand to bow his waist to help him up, "Bow down." Then he walked straight past the kneeling young man, "Did your mother teach you these rules too?"

The boy straightened up and climbed up from the ground with his knees propped up, and followed the emperor several steps away into the palace, "Yes... oh no, it was taught by the gentleman and teacher who taught etiquette."

When he arrived at the dining table, the emperor saw that there were two more dishes on the table, so he said displeasedly: "Don't you know that the country is currently at war?"

"Your Majesty knows that I didn't ask them to add food to His Majesty..."

"Officials, this is because the king of the county reduced his own meals and added the life of the royal chef to His Majesty's royal table."

The emperor turned around and asked without scolding or praising, "Has the saint come?"

"Back to the official house..."

"The saint is here!" The servant's announcement interrupted the boy's reply.

As soon as Xiao Youqing entered the hall, the little girl who was holding her hand by her side left her mother's hand, "Daddy." She ran to the emperor's knees and pulled the leather belt around her waist.

The emperor had no choice but to bend over and hug her, "Daddy's Ruhua has grown a lot heavier."

"Daddy, my mother and brother taught me how to ride a horse today, my brother is amazing."

"is it?"

"But Ruhua didn't learn..." The girl poked the emperor's nose with her finger, pouting her fleshy face.

"It's okay, Daddy knows that Daddy's Ruhua is the smartest."

"Why does Ruhua want Daddy to teach me? Last time I saw Daddy teaching Madam..." the girl said without any taboo, "It's like Ruhua sitting in Madam's arms."

"You child, why are you talking about everything..." Xiao Youqing stepped forward and wanted to take her from the emperor's arms.

Princess Fuqing burrowed into the emperor's arms.

The emperor laughed and hugged her to the seat, "Daddy will take you to ride a horse after dinner."

"Father is not allowed to lie."

"You are not joking." Immediately, he said to the standing human: "Let's eat."

The boy came back to his senses, folded his purple sleeves and bowed, "Yes."

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By the end of spring, the grass on the pasture in the back garden can already cover the horseshoes.

The servant pulled out a white horse, and the emperor put his daughter on the saddle and stepped on the horse with the stirrups, "Drive!"

On the tower to the south of the back garden, a young man in a purple robe stood at a corner of the tower, his eyes were full of disappointment and at the same time a little envious.

"Are you sad?"

A woman's gentle and caring voice came from behind the boy, and the boy turned around and bowed to him, "Your Highness."

"Da Lang..." Xiao Youqing watched the children he raised gradually become unfamiliar, and now he is bound by the etiquette he taught, raised his eyebrows and said: "When there are no outsiders, this is just home."

The young man straightened up, "Mother..." and asked hesitantly, "Is this really home?"

"Why does Fan have such an idea?" Xiao Youqing understood but didn't understand.

"My son has been thinking about it for ten years and still hasn't figured it out. Master said that my son is the eldest son. My father did this to train me, but some people said that my father didn't like my son..."

"Why do you care about what other people say?" Xiao Youqing walked to the railing of the tower, "What do you think?"

"My son doesn't know." The boy walked to his mother's side.

Xiao Youqing turned his head, and in the blink of an eye, he realized that the young man had grown to be about the same height as himself, and his figure was tall and straight like a handsome young man, "If she really doesn't like it or even hates it, she won't let you stay with mother forever gone."

"That's because he didn't want the mother to be upset that she didn't see her son."

"So, you're going to hate your father for that?"

"No," the boy quickly turned around and bowed, "my son doesn't dare."

"You were raised by your mother. How could your mother not know what you think? You are blaming your father for being biased, but you dare not say it, and you dare not vent your anger on your sister."

"Daddy doesn't like his son, it must be because his son is not doing well enough..."

"Do you want to be emperor?" Xiao Youqing interrupted him.

The boy looked up at his mother's sudden question and was stunned for a while, "Dad used to leave Kunning Palace before dawn and would not come back until dark. During the meal, mother went to the inner court to accompany dad. Dad simply moved back to the Palace of Funing... My son thinks being an emperor is too tiring, but my son can't say I'm tired, my son doesn't want to be an emperor, but my son can't say that either."

Xiao Youqing stared blankly at the young man, not knowing whether it was an illusion or what, he actually felt that he had the shadow of the emperor when he was young, "Your father is the person who hates rules the most, but she has been trapped in rules all her life. For you, she It's just that she is habitually unable to lose face, and you know she is very stubborn."

"To be a king, stop with benevolence; to be a minister, stop with respect; to be a son, stop with filial piety; no matter what, a son will always just want to be the son of his father and mother."

"Your Highness, the king of the county." Qi Liu climbed up the tower.

"Qi knows."

"The government has an order to check the riding and shooting of the king of the county, please ask the king of the county to come downstairs."

The boy stared at his bright eyes and then turned to look at his mother, Xiao Youqing nodded and said: "Your father is calling you, go."

"Yes."

The young man ran downstairs excitedly holding the hem of his skirt, and his figure disappeared at the corner of the stairs. Xiao Youqing turned around and looked down at the tower.

Seeing the empress looking lonely, the servant behind him couldn't help asking: "Is the saint feeling sorry for the county king?"

"I can understand the fear before dying, why do I feel distressed in two places..."

"Two places are distressing..." The servant looked down at the queen's lonely shadow, "Although the villain doesn't understand why the officials are so indifferent to the county king, but the villain can feel that the attitude of the officials in recent years is different from the previous few years. The difference is that the official family has such a good pair of sons and daughters and a good wife like a saint, so they should be envied by others."

Xiao Youqing smiled and said: "Kui Guang only favors me, that's right, there are so many people in the official family who are partial to me."

The servant also laughed and said, "Saints also prefer officials."

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The purple hem skimmed over the growing grass, and the young man walked to the middle of the grass field with steady and powerful steps, "Your Majesty."

"Brother!" Seeing her brother coming, Princess Fuqing broke free from her father's arms, and happily threw herself into his arms, "Brother, Ruhua can ride a big horse now."

The emperor looked at his daughter and said, "Run slowly, if you see your brother, you won't even want your father?"

Princess Fuqing turned her head and made a face at the emperor, then continued to hug her brother.

The young man stroked his sister's head and said with a doting smile: "Brother already knows that Ruhua is the most intelligent." He then led his sister to the emperor, "Your Majesty."

"This is neither court nor foreign ministers here." The emperor was not angry but just reminded with his hands behind his back.

The young man raised his eyes for a moment, then changed his words: "Daddy."

"It's been a long time since I checked your schoolwork. I know you've learned poetry, books, rites and music well. The masters of Zishantang have also told me about it, but I don't know if this martial art has been neglected."

The boy let go of his sister's hand, "Son, please ask Daddy to check."

The servants presented the bows and arrows, and placed a row of rakes at the other end of the pasture.

The young man tied up the sleeves of his outer robe, took a longbow from the servant and walked to the position facing the bull's-eye. He stood with his feet slightly wider than his shoulders, and took an arrow sideways.

The palace man beside him immediately led the little princess to a distance, and the emperor held up his hand gently with the rein, "The footwork is connected with the bodywork, which is the first meaning of archery entry. It is necessary to strictly control the step position and the basic strength." feet, and the whole body has the master, otherwise it will gradually sink into the oil, and if you want to improve the shooting method, you will definitely not be able to."

"Yes."

Immediately, he stretched out his hand and patted his left hand, which was holding the bow arm tightly, "You can't hold the bow too tightly. You should push it first, and hold it as a supplement. Nock the arrow and hook the string with your thumb."

"Yes."

"Although there are crossbows and arrows and bows with divine arms in the country, they are complicated to make, so there are still archers in the army. Although you don't need to go to the battlefield, the six arts of a gentleman must be balanced. Any one of the civil and military ways of a man will make the country tilt. And make the country not last long."

Before that, the emperor never talked about military affairs or even the way of governing the country with the young man.

"Son, remember." The boy stood sideways and stared straight at the bull's-eye, with the pad of his index finger tightly pressing his thumb, and immediately released the lock that formed.

--call out! ——The feathered arrow hit a straw target fifty paces away.

After foot shooting, there was also riding shooting. The servant brought a high chair, and the emperor sat down slowly with Princess Fuqing.

"Daddy, when will Ruhua be as powerful as brother, Ruhua is weak and can't draw a bow..."

The emperor laughed loudly and said: "When you grow up, let the mother teach you. As long as Ruhua wants to, you can not only read books but also ride horses and shoot arrows like my brother."

The young man jumped off the white horse. The emperor saw that his clothes were soaked from front to back, so he winked at the servant beside him, and saw all the feathered arrows on the target, "Your mother taught you how to ride and shoot. Your mother is better than the gentleman who taught you archery..."

"Daddy, is that mother stronger than daddy?" Fu Qing asked innocently while sitting on the emperor's lap.

"Princess, you can't say such things." Princess Fuqing's nurse turned pale.

"..." The emperor was stunned, signaled to the courtiers to stop, and then smiled gently at his daughter: "Of course, your mother is much better than your father, so you can be regarded as your teacher."

"That's why disciples don't have to be inferior to teachers, and teachers don't have to be better than disciples. There is a priority in learning the Tao, and there is a specialization in art, that's all."

The young man wiped off his sweat, bowed to the woman walking towards him and said, "Your Majesty."

Princess Fuqing jumped from the emperor's arms and ran to her mother's lap, "Your Majesty."

"Sanniang came just in time. I'm not good at riding and shooting, but I only know some written words."

Xiao Youqing led her daughter and walked forward, "The officials don't even know that the concubines often cried when they were scolded by Weng Weng when they were young."

Xiao Youqing turned his head to look at the position of the feathered arrow shot by the young man on the puppet grass target, "You have to know that kindness cannot be tolerated on the battlefield, and you cannot be killed with one blow. The one who falls will be yourself, as well as the court, so tolerance must be moderate." , can’t make blind concessions.”

"Your mother is right. No one is perfect. You have to specialize in art. In addition to having your own opinions, you must also listen to what others are good at but you are not good at. The brave can listen to the words of the wise, and the wise can assist the brave. Impeccable."

"Father and mother teach, son remembers."