After practicing, the uncle and nephew went to the side room to rest for a while and changed into a set of clothes for going out. When they came out, the carriage outside was already hitched.
When Zhao Heming saw Zhao Yingyue and his guards mounting their horses, he pursed his lips and said, "I want to ride a horse too!"
Riding on a very tall horse, Zhao Yingyue held the reins in one hand and the riding crop in the other, laughing loudly: "My nephew, you better accompany your aunt in the car, otherwise I understand your mother, sister-in-law." I won’t let you go.”
Zhao Heming had no choice but to grab his aunt's cloak as she was about to get in the car, and said pitifully: "Auntie~"
Xining looked at Zhao Heming, whose eyes were full of hope, and said to Zhao Yingyue: "The men in the General's Mansion don't ride horses. If you tell me, you will be laughed at."
"That's right!" After hearing this reason, Zhao Heming straightened his still-ungrown body.
"Seeing that you doted on him, don't blame me if he falls." Zhao Yingyue winked at the guard next to him, and the guard immediately got off his horse and let the horse out.
Zhao Heming was so happy that he picked up the brocade robe and trotted over. With the support of the guard, he got on the horse.
With the support of Dongmei and Qiuye, Xining got on the carriage. Not long after the wheel rolled, she heard Zhao Heming shouting outside.
"Auntie, auntie!"
Xining gently lifted the curtains of the car, and Zhao Heming faced her on the horse, with a grimace on his face: "Auntie, do you think this looks like riding a horse?"
Riding means riding, that is, the reins are pulled by the guard.
She burst out laughing and said comfortingly: "These are all war horses. They are originally taller than ordinary ones. Most of them are loyal to their masters. They are not masters and most people will not ride them. Let's do this this time. Next time, let someone put on a suitable one." horse."
After hearing this, Zhao Heming finally felt relieved.
Xining lowered the curtain slightly and peeked out through the gap.
Most of the mansions of wealthy families are located in prosperous areas close to the palace. At this time, the road was crowded with people and very lively, and the sound of firecrackers was heard from time to time. The sound of singing and music can be heard from the terraces and restaurants everywhere, and some even put the stage outside the door for the people to entertain themselves, in order to attract business and have fun with the people.
There are many people on the road carrying gift boxes and packages, who are going to pay New Year greetings.
During the Chinese New Year, officials in Beijing have seven days off. On the second day of the Lunar New Year, it is the time for every family to pay New Year greetings. General Zhao is a concubine, so he naturally has no contact with the various relatives in the former General's Mansion. Even if we want to pay New Year greetings, other families come to do so, which saves our children the trouble.
Along the way, Zhao Yingyue was wearing a tight-fitting dark blue brocade robe with small sleeves and a long black cloak that reached her feet. Although her skin color was a bit darker, she had handsome features, a tall stature, and a straight back. She looked very handsome while riding a tall war horse. The older girls and younger daughters-in-law on the road all looked over, and those traveling together were blushing and whispering to each other.
As for Zhao Heming, it was obvious that he was not Zhao Yingyue's son. The general's original figure was much taller than that of ordinary people. Zhao Heming, who was only twelve years old after the Chinese New Year, looked almost the same as an ordinary adult man, and his face was immature. One look and you can tell it hasn't bloomed yet. Because he has been in the house, his skin color has naturally become much whiter. When he grows up, he will definitely be a stalwart man.
The car bears the sign of General Mansion, and the word "Zhao" flashes under the front of the car, indicating the identity of the car owner.
Xining put down the curtain and touched the hand stove in his hand. It seemed that he would be out and about more during the Spring Festival, so that Zhao Yingyue, who was raised in the border area and was unknown, could meet more people.
Naturally, you have to go to the shops to buy things when you go out. Shops are open in all walks of life on the streets. For business people, as long as there is business, it doesn't matter whether it is the Chinese New Year or not.
We went to Moxiangzhai first. The general's mansion always has pens, inks, paper and inkstones, but for some high-quality goods, you still need to choose what you like.
Xining chose a piece of plum blossom and pine smoke ink, and then a piece of red plum-shaped cinnabar ink and asked the store to cover it.
Zhao Yingyue came over: "Is this for the second sister?"
Xining took the hand stove handed over by Dongmei next to her and held it in her hand: "We came out without her, so we wanted to express it."
Zhao Yingxue won the prize at this plum blossom appreciation poetry meeting, and she was able to stand out among the noble ladies in the capital. This poetry meeting was secretly related to the third prince's selection of concubines. Zhao Yingyue nodded: "My little sister is still thoughtful."
Xining said he was going to the gold shop diagonally across the street to have a look, and asked Zhao Yingxue to stay here and take good care of Zhao Heming.
Of course, besides rouge and gouache, what a woman likes most is beautiful jewelry. It took her a long time to choose one, so Zhao Yingxue agreed.
Jubao Pavilion is a time-honored gold shop in Beijing, with new jewelry coming out every month.
As soon as Xining entered, the clerk in the shop saw him and hurriedly greeted him: "Miss Zhao, you are here again. Please come upstairs."
The store is divided into two floors. The downstairs sells relatively cheap general merchandise. The second floor is equivalent to VIP, selling high-quality and unique items. In addition to the clothes he wears, one can tell at a glance that he is rich or expensive. The owner of the body also comes to this shop frequently and chooses a lot of jewelry. Just take it if you like it, and take the bill to the General's Mansion. Mrs. Zhao was so spoiled that she was willing to give anything to this apple of her eye.
Xining pretended to be curious: "I've never seen this building before. I'll take a walk first."
The waiter smiled and said, "Miss Zhao, take a look at it. If you like something, take it out and take a closer look."
Most of the items on the first floor are made of silver, silver or gilt copper; the beads are usually glass beads. The pearls are also as big as grains of rice, and the agate and jade ones are also of poor quality. There are also silk flowers, but the silk flowers are much more delicate and beautiful than those sold by the vendors outside carrying burdens and selling them along the street. There are several ordinary women who are choosing and trying on them.
Xining walked to a place and was looking at it when he heard contemptuous words coming from beside him: "Who am I thinking? It turns out to be Miss Zhao San."
Turning his head, he saw that it was the County Lord of Hua County, Wang Jiashun.
Xining nodded slightly and said hello.
The main reason for Jiashun County is that he is shorter than her, otherwise he would have to put his nostrils towards the sky: "When did the Zhenguo General Mansion become so homeless that it can only buy these goods?"
Hearing these sour words, Xining frowned slightly, but soon relaxed.
Smiling out of politeness: "Sometimes there are some good things."
He picked up a silk flower placed on the counter and said, "This work is quite detailed."
The head of Jiashun County didn't even look at it: "Xiao Er, take care of all this!"
The waiter was stunned and looked at Xining cautiously: "The ones on the table are okay, but the rule of our store is that if you hold this product in your hand, the customer who holds it will decide whether you want it or not."
"It doesn't matter~" Xining threw down the silk flower in his hand: "If the Lord of Jiashun County likes it, just give it to her. I can choose others."
Looking left and right, he slowly walked to the bracelet on the side and picked up a blue-fired bracelet with silver filigree: "This color is beautiful."
The head of Jiashun County rolled his eyes: "Xiao Er, I want it!"
The clerk looked at Xining in embarrassment: "Miss Zhao, this..."
After going back and forth, Xi Ning understood that the Lord of Jiashun County came to see her today to express his displeasure.
"It's okay~" Xining put the bracelet on the counter, turned to the Lord of Jiashun County and asked with a smile: "People in the Ming Dynasty don't do secret things. May I ask the Lord of the County, when did my daughter offend the Lord of the County?"
