"Jiaojiao, your bow is so beautiful."
Every time she took riding and archery lessons, Lu Waner couldn't help but praise Shen Zhuo's bow.
Shen Zhuo's bow is an ox-horn bow, which was tailor-made for her by her eldest brother Shen Sheng. The whole bow is small and exquisite. It is painted with vermilion lacquer and ink. It is particularly exquisite and unique in the entire Mingshan Academy.
"Wan'er, your horse looks good too." Shen Zhuo replied with a smile.
The horse Lu Wan'er rides is a sweat pony. It was a twelfth birthday gift given to her by the crown prince Lu Yihong, and it is the only one in Mingshan Academy.
When it comes to pampering his own sister, the loyal prince is as generous as anyone else.
"Why are you two lingering here? If you don't go to the gathering, you will be late." Xiao Yushu rode over and urged the two of them.
There is a small pasture in Mingshan Academy, where riding and shooting classes are usually held.
The three of them rode horses and arrived at the pasture in a hurry. Ding Wu, the riding and archery instructor, was a little surprised to see Shen Zhuo. He was absent from class eight out of ten times, but he actually came to class on time three times in a row. He thought he had finally grown up and become sensible. Master Ding nodded with relief.
"Where are Jingyi and Qinglian?" Shen Zhuo asked after scanning a circle of people.
"It's not like you don't know that they don't like to take riding and shooting lessons." Wen Mingyun held the horse's reins and said.
"No, I'll go find them." Without saying a word, Shen Zhuo grabbed the horse's belly and ran away.
Lu Waner and the others were left looking at each other in confusion. Zhang Jingyi and Meng Qinglian couldn't take riding and archery lessons twice a year. Why could Shen Zhuo suddenly not be able to stand it anymore?
Ding Wu looked at Shen Zhuo's running figure and silently retracted his previous comment.
How did Lu Waner and the others know that Zhang Jingyi was the first to leave among the six of them.
Zhang Jingyi's sister was the crown prince. In order to consolidate the crown prince's power, the Zhang family married her to Wang Cailin, the youngest son of the Minister of War.
Wang Cailin ranks last in the family. He has been spoiled since he was a child. He eats, drinks, has fun and hangs around all day long. Zhang Jingyi also grew up with a noble family, so how could she spoil him? The two of them lived a busy life after their marriage. They were either fighting or preparing for a fight.
Later, the prince was deposed and imprisoned, and Zhang Jingyi's life became even more difficult. She suffered a lot in the Wang family and died in childbirth when giving birth to her second daughter. She was only twenty-two years old. The imperial doctor said that her bones were too weak and she lacked nutrition for a long time, otherwise she would not be able to survive.
Shen Zhuo had no control over Zhang Jingyi's marriage, but she had to urge Zhang Jingyi to become stronger. Even if they fight in the future, they will have a better chance of winning.
Shen Zhuo found Zhang Jingyi and Meng Qinglian in the small pavilion in the garden. The two were leisurely making tea and eating snacks.
"Let's go to riding and shooting lessons." Shen Zhuo said.
"Why are you taking that class? My family doesn't lead soldiers to fight." Meng Qinglian took a small bite and ate the hibiscus cake carefully.
"Do you still want to walk around the world with a sword?" Shen Zhuo continued.
"Where are the rivers and lakes?" Zhang Jingyi curled her lips, "Besides, even if there are real rivers and lakes, our family will not let us actually go to the rivers and lakes."
"You can't go to Jianghu, and you can't go to the royal autumn hunt? Is it possible that you want to sit in a tent and play leaf cards for a few days?"
Hearing this, Meng Qinglian put down the hibiscus cake in her hand, and Zhang Jingyi also put down her tea cup.
Well, the fall hunt is only two months away.
Seeing that the two people's expressions were relaxed, Shen Zhuo continued to persuade: "If you accompany me to take riding and archery lessons, I will give each of you an ox-horn bow."
Shen Zhuo raised the bow in his hand.
"I want the begonia color." Meng Qinglian stood up decisively.
"Then I want the blue one with orchids painted on it." Zhang Jingyi also stood up.
"Okay, no problem." Shen Zhuo assured him by patting his chest.
Uh, brother won't hit her, right? Hey, no matter what, let’s abduct the person to class first.
When Ding Wu saw Shen Zhuo returning to the team with Zhang Jingyi and Meng Qinglian, he silently revised his comment on Shen Zhuo again. Well, he was still sensible.
After an hour of riding and shooting lessons, Zhang Jingyi beat her thigh and regretted: "I think I'd better play leaf cards for five days."
Shen Zhuo smiled and hugged her shoulders: "I heard that Wei Ziyuan is coming back from the autumn hunt."
Zhang Jingyi suddenly felt that she could do it again: "Well, then I can still persist in a few more classes."
Wei Ziyuan was the eldest son of Duke Wei. He was named General Huben at a young age and led troops to guard Mobei. Not only is he highly skilled in martial arts, he is also more handsome than Pan An, with a face like Song Yu. He is a famous frontier beauty in Tiansheng.
Zhang Jingyi spent three years in Mobei when she was a child, and was an old acquaintance of Wei Ziyuan. Shen Zhuo knew that Zhang Jingyi had been thinking about him.
Not only Zhang Jingyi couldn't bear the riding and archery lessons, but Shen Zhuo also couldn't bear it. When she returned home and changed out of her riding clothes, Lan Cao felt extremely distressed when she saw that the inner side of Shen Zhuo's thigh was red, swollen and bleeding.
"Ying'er, please wait for the lady to change. I'll go find the madam to get the medicine." Lancao hurried to the main courtyard.
"Miss, why is it so injured? Is the saddle too hard? Why don't you change it..." Ying'er was also frightened.
"It's okay, it's just that I haven't ridden a horse for a long time. I'll just ride more in the future." Although Shen Zhuo gasped in pain, his face was nonchalant.
It was because I was too lazy that my body was so fragile. In this new life, although I don't expect to be able to mount a horse and kill the enemy, I should at least be able to escape with my life on a horse without dragging others down.
After a while, the orchid grass came back. What she brought back was not medicine for wounds, but a man holding medicine for wounds.
"I was picking out flowers in Madam's room just now, and I came across a bluegrass and asked Madam for medicine. I happen to have some Jinchuang medicine from Nanshan Hall here, which is most effective for pain relief and swelling, so I brought some for you."
The visitor is Han Mei's mother, Aunt Su Ru of Shen Mansion. Suru is small and delicate in stature, has a gentle appearance, and has the delicacy and softness of a water town woman.
Shen Zhuo waved his hands repeatedly: "Aunt Su, no, no need. My little injury is not even broken, so there is no need for Nanshan Hall's medicine."
Nanshan Hall is a well-known pharmacy with a history of thousands of years. Its golden medicine is unparalleled and has been the golden signature of Nanshan Hall for thousands of years. Legend has it that only the head of each family knows the formula. Each jar is prepared by the head of the family himself, so the output is extremely limited. It is no exaggeration to say that it is hard to find.
Han Tao has been fighting on the battlefield since he was thirteen years old. Suru spent all her money to get three cans of Nanshan Hall's Jinchuang Medicine. She gave two cans to Han Tao and left one at home.
How dare Shen Zhuo use this medicine.
"No matter how good the medicine is, it should be used." Suru couldn't help but unscrew the bottle cap, dip her fingers into some ointment, and apply it carefully on Shen Zhuo's wounds, with a gentle look on her face, "Women's skin is the most delicate. Don't be careless, it will be bad if you leave scars."
Nanshantang's Jinchuang medicine has magical effects. When Shen Zhuo just put it on, it didn't hurt at all. It only felt cold and comfortable.
Shen Zhuo saw that less than half of the ointment in Suru's hand was used up at once, and couldn't help but feel distressed: "Aunt Su, such a precious medicine..."
A few days ago, Suru went to the temple to do some spiritual practice, chant and copy sutras for her deceased husband, and pray for him. When she got home, she found out that something had almost happened to Han Mei.
"No matter how precious you give Jiaojiao, it's worth it." Suru arranged Shen Zhuo's clothes and stroked Shen Zhuo's cheek: "Our Jiaojiao is the best woman in the world, and we deserve to be the best in the world." of."
