Dingjiangshan

On the fourth day of the twelfth lunar month, avoid groundbreaking and burial, and open the market, collect money, and migrate.

The winter hunt is set at the first moment of Chen Shi, and this day and time are also set by Jing Zhan's stargazing in the first few days, and it is a good time for the sun to rise.

Today is the first day of winter hunting, and anyone who can ride a horse to the hunting ground has already brought his guys in riding clothes, waiting for Ning Yan to draw the first bow.

Because they came out to hunt and play, most of the officials' children found acquaintances in twos and threes to gather together, standing a little scattered.

But even so, the cleared space in the hunting ground was already full of people.

The servant set up a grass and wood target at the gate of the hunting ground, wrapped several times with red cloth, and used it as a prize for hunting.On the other side of the gate, a three-foot-square wooden table was also set up, wrapped with red cloth, and placed with pens, ink, paper and inkstones, which will be used to count everyone's prey later.

Winter hunting is not only a fun for the king to lead his courtiers, but also a good place for school riding and shooting.Therefore, every year when hunting, there must always be some titles for incentives. The man who hunts the first prey, the man with the most prey, or the man who subdues the most beasts will be more or less rewarded.

It's just because of some tacit reasons, unless the first deer he hunted every year must be handed over to His Majesty to shoot himself, unless he was like the first emperor in his later years. Talent can start to show its talents.

Besides, there are no rules in Dongshou. Those who are willing to show their faces can stay in the forest for a while, and those who are not willing to go back to the camp to warm up and drink tea are fine.

This is the first time Ning Yan has personally hunted since he ascended the throne, so he is naturally full of interest.

Today he was rarely wearing a large cloak made of Firefox fur, and he was wearing a light armor. The slightly thick cotton lining was fastened to his wrist by the wrist armor, with only a little ink-colored cloth edge exposed.

Ning Yan wore a long sword at his waist, and held an ox horn bow in his hand.

The sun gradually rose from the other side of the mountain, and the cool sunlight fell on Ning Yan's body, making the fiery red skin of his body shine.

Ning Yan's complexion was already fair, and it looked even better under the cloak. He held the rein with one hand, his fingers were slender and strong, and he casually held the rein and wrapped it around his wrist twice, with a sense of carelessness and calmness.

The fine red fox fur on his body is bright in color, hunting in the cold wind.

On the left of Ning Yan are the two brothers Ning Yue and Ning Ci, and on the right is Jing Zhan who rarely comes out.

The national teacher of the Chonghua Dynasty finally changed his long-sleeved long robe that was always imposing, and wore a light armor similar to Ning Yan's style. He only held a sword in his hand, which looked like he was alone Accompanying Ning Yan to add to the fun.

Ning Huaijin was a little behind, watching Ning Yan quietly two steps behind him.

Ning Huaijin preferred to stand among the officials like this, watching his back with everyone, compared to the highly-anticipated position beside Ning Yan.

When standing by Ning Yan's side, Ning Huaijin always had to remind himself of the distinction between a monarch and a subject, always introspecting himself until he was exhausted.

But it would be different if this was the case, he didn't have to stand in front of the emperor, but could stand among the crowd and look at Ning Yan just like everyone else.

His gaze was concentrated among thousands of things, not very eye-catching, and would not be noticed by Ning Yan, but it made him feel relaxed.

Only at this time, in Ning Huaijin's eyes, Ning Yan is not the high-ranking emperor, but the child who was raised by him, who would bend his eyes and call him the emperor's uncle, and would play tricks and hide when he was punished for copying books .

Moreover, from the day Ning Yan ascended the throne, Ning Huaijin stood under the high platform of offering sacrifices to heaven and looked at him like this.From then on, no matter whether it was a sacrifice, a banquet, or a tour, he mostly stood in such a backward place and looked at Ning Yan.

—It has been ten years now.

Ning Yan has grown up, and has grown into a frank, upright and upright good emperor, which comforts him and makes him secretly proud.

Ning Huaijin thought, such a good child, he could look up to him for the rest of his life.

Ning Huaijin suddenly remembered that when Ning Yan was sent to Prince Gong's mansion by Ning Zongyuan for the first time, he himself was Ning Yan's age.

The glutinous rice dumpling, which was not easy to walk on the road, grew up under his nose, and suddenly grew into such a big shape without knowing it.

Ning Huaijin was stunned by this realization. He subconsciously recalled the past ten years and found that he could not completely remember the past ten years. Except for some impressive fragments that he could instantly recall, most The trivial time of day after day has been broken into a habit of years and years in the past ten years, passing away from his memory and engraved in his instinct instead.

But in this way, those time seemed to be stolen out of thin air, as if after only a short moment, those stolen time were filled up by someone, and the little dumpling at that time was pinched into the current boy.

Thinking of this, Ning Huaijin felt some inexplicable congestion in his chest. He took a deep breath, and the cold wind flowed into his lungs, but instead of feeling refreshed, he felt even more blocked.

"Your Majesty." Xie Jue, who was standing beside him, suddenly said, "Your Majesty is not married yet, why do you have the expression of a child growing up and being a father?"

Ning Huaijin was slightly taken aback, and subconsciously wanted to deny it: "How could it be, Your Majesty—"

He wanted to say how could he say that about His Majesty, and he also wanted to say that he dared not call himself Ning Yan's elder, but he wanted to say too much, Xie Jue didn't give him a chance.

"Hey." Xie Jue and Ning Huaijin were not much different in age, but their tempers were vastly different. He elongated his tone, winked at Ning Huaijin, and teased: "My lord, don't deny it. It's not something to be ashamed of. On the day of Ling girl Jiji last year, Ming Yuan looked so happy on the surface, but in fact he stayed in the mansion for a whole day and didn't go out."

Xie Jue said, pretending to sigh deeply, shook his head, and said with emotion: "You fathers all look the same, even your eyes are carved out of the same mold, not much difference."

Ning Huaijin: "..."

Ning Huaijin wanted to refute with all her heart, but looking at Xie Jue's "I understand everything" face, she felt that as long as she opened her mouth, the description would become darker and darker, so she held her breath and stopped talking.

The sun had completely risen, and the time for winter hunting was approaching. Ning Yan pulled the reins and turned around from the crowd.

"Today's Dongshou, you are all descendants of aristocratic families, needless to say about riding and archery skills, and I don't need to encourage you too much." Ning Yan was in a good mood today, with a smile in his tone.He raised his hand, pointed at the wooden frame on the other side of the hunting ground with his horsewhip, and said, "I just want to say one thing... have you seen that bow? This bow was used by me when I was learning how to ride and shoot. I will release it today." The one who wins the lottery there and catches the most prey will take this bow back and play with it."

"Don't be afraid if you can't get the first prize." Ning Yan said with a smile: "There are many people today, and the second and third will also get the first prize. I have prepared a piece of ruby ​​Ruyi and thirty bolts of brocade. It will be up to you to compete. "

Take the hard bow that Ning Yan personally used, and the prize is not small. The young men who are good at riding and archery are all trying to get this "gifted thing", and occasionally there are a few who are like riding and shooting. Then he instantly showed regret, and began to seek help from some family members whom he had been friends with every day. He wanted to take a shortcut, thinking that he would not be able to get the first place, and the second and third would be fine.

Even Ning Yue couldn't help but brighten his eyes, tugged at Ning Ci's sleeves, and eagerly said, "I want Brother Emperor's bow too."

"Your talent is much higher than that bow." Ning Ci glanced at him, and said mercilessly: "Besides, with the bow in your hand, it can only hit rabbits and wild deer at most, but it is difficult to hit other objects."

Ning Yue: "..."

The little prince was hit hard enough, he hung his head disheartened, not wanting to resign.

With a few words, Ning Yan made those young aristocratic children gear up. He smiled slightly, and without further ado, he took out a feathered arrow from the arrow basket, and drew the string with his bow.

Today, for the convenience of archery, Ning Yan wore a white jade wrench on his left thumb.The wrench was put on the bottom of his finger, and the iron arrow body rested on it. It happened that a ray of sunlight fell through the dead tree branch, leaving a narrow white mark on the arrow body and the wrench.

Ning Huaijin stood behind him on the left, watching Ning Yan turn his head slightly. Sulai's hand, which is used to holding a pen, is as steady as a rock, and the hand that draws the bow does not tremble. The grass target a hundred paces away.

The target was neatly shaped like a prey, it seemed a bit like a deer, but looked a bit like a wild boar.

Ning Yan calmed down, slowly pulled the bow close to the full moon, narrowed his eyes, and aimed the sharp arrow at the grass beast's vital point.

In just a split second, Ning Yan let go of his hand suddenly, and the fully drawn bowstring let out a crisp scream in the wind, and the feather arrow flew out of the bowstring, hitting the grass beast's fragile throat almost instantly.

"it is good--!"

"Your Majesty is good at archery!"

The servant guarding the gong and drum hurriedly slammed the gong with the applause from the audience. The crisp sound of the gong resounded through the hunting ground. Ning Yan held the bow in his hand with his backhand, and instead of putting it away, he just pulled the rein, Dama walked a few steps on the spot, and said with a loud smile, "How it is today, it's up to each person!"

The young man bathed in the sun was tall and tall, with a heroic posture. When he smiled, the corners of his eyes and brows were three points brighter than that of the sun. He looked open and confident, which made people lose their minds for no reason.

Ning Huaijin looked at it for a moment, but when she came back to her senses, Ning Yan had already rushed into the paddock at the head of the horse.

Jing Zhan probably also had the heart to escort him, so he didn't go to the other place, and almost immediately urged his horse to follow Ning Yan.

Ning Yue was still thinking about Ning Yan's bow in his heart, and he didn't want to grab the prey with his imperial brother, so as soon as he entered the hunting ground, he grabbed Ning Ci and went in another direction.

There were many aristocratic families who were thinking about showing their faces, and the woodland outside the hunting ground was dense and empty, Ning Huaijin was only in a daze for a moment, then lost sight of Ning Yan, not knowing where he was going.