Mu Zhuohua returned to her room. She was tired after a day of work and felt a little sore. Guo Juli asked her to lie on the bed and he massaged her back.
Mu Zhuohua folded her hands in front of her, resting her chin on the back of her hands, looking absent-minded.
Guo Juli asked, "Miss, what are you thinking about? Why are you so absent-minded?"
Mu Zhuohua frowned and said, "The prince seems weird today..."
"What's wrong?"
Mu Zhuohua couldn't explain it clearly: "He usually stays away from me, but today he took the initiative to get close to me? He also asked about my family affairs. Is he investigating my mother's affairs?"
Guo Juli pondered, "Miss, you don't even know about my aunt's affairs, so what can he find out?"
Mu Zhuohua felt that what Guo Juli said made some sense, and added, "He also said that he wants to be pure and not marry a concubine."
"Miss, didn't you say that His Royal Highness Prince Ding can't be humane..."
Mu Zhuohua tilted her head and thought for a while: "He looks like he has a lot on his mind... Is he hinting that I should cure him?"
Guo Juli nodded seriously: "Maybe so. Men are ashamed to talk about such things."
"Well..." Mu Zhuohua's face was deep and solemn, "Then after this busy period, I will think about how to cure this disease..."
The people in Lifan Temple were very busy preparing for this reception. The Ministry of Rites held a two-day meeting to finalize the reception process. The Ministry of War and the Ministry of Justice joined forces to take charge of the security of the entire process. The Ministry of Revenue made budget arrangements and distributed the silver. Liu Yan designated four people as the reception team. In addition to Mu Zhuohua, the other three were old people transferred from the border of Beiliang, who were proficient in Beiliang language and customs. Mu Zhuohua, a newcomer, was able to participate in it, which really made others talk behind her back for a while, but Mu Zhuohua didn't care about other people's gossip. She had to learn more than others and was so busy that she didn't even have time to eat.
After seven days of hard work, she could barely understand simple Beiliang dialect and recognize Beiliang characters, but she spoke very unstandardly and often reversed the word order. Mu Zhuohua always learned words and sentences during the day and practiced pronunciation with Liu Yan at night, so that the people in the Lifan Temple didn't know how she was learning. However, no matter how smart a person is, it is impossible to learn Beiliang dialect in seven days.
On the day of rest, the people in the Lifan Temple had to prepare for the reception, and Mu Zhuohua was taken out by Liu Yan and went straight to the suburbs.
"On the first day, we will host a banquet for the Northern Liang envoys in the palace, and on the second day, we will arrange hunting in the western suburbs. As a member of the reception group, you must also participate. You may not know how to hunt, but you must learn to ride a horse, or at least not lose your manners on a horse."
Mu Zhuohua looked at the horse in front of him, swallowed his saliva, and took a step back, but Liu Yan grabbed his shoulders and pushed him forward.
"Your Highness, this horse is too powerful, let's change it for a docile one." Mu Zhuohua swallowed his saliva and looked at the tall horse in front of him.
"The Beiliang delegation wants to show off their power in front of us, and most of them ride on Ferghana horses. How can we ride on docile ponies and let them laugh at the Chen people for being bloodless?" Liu Yan frowned and grabbed Mu Zhuohua's shoulders, "I will teach you personally, you don't have to be afraid of falling off the horse."
Mu Zhuohua said with tears in her eyes, "I understand..." "First, hold the saddle, step on the stirrups, and use your feet and waist at the same time!" Liu Yan held Mu Zhuohua's waist, and felt that the waist in his palm was thin and soft, not even a fistful of it. He pushed hard, and Mu Zhuohua climbed onto the horse.
"So, so high!" Mu Zhuohua trembled uncontrollably. The bad experience on horseback last time made her stomach churn subconsciously, and she felt nauseous and wanted to vomit.
"A gentleman is skilled in the six arts, and riding and archery are among them. If you can't ride a horse, you won't do. I'm watching from below, and you just follow my instructions." Liu Yan led the horse and patted the side of its neck. "This horse is called Fenglei. It has followed me for many years and is very humane. It won't throw you off ."
"Your subordinate... trust Your Highness..." Mu Zhuohua forced a smile with difficulty.
"Hold the horse's belly tight, straighten your back, and look forward. Now it's just walking slowly. If it's galloping, you have to lower your body."
Liu Yan loosened his hand while speaking, and the horse raised its hooves and walked. Mu Zhuohua forced himself to remain calm and looked forward, but suddenly found that Liu Yan's figure had disappeared, and he couldn't help but panicked: "Your Highness, where are you?"
Liu Yan's voice came from behind: "Don't look back, look forward."
"Don't go too far... What if your subordinate falls and you don't have time to catch him..." Mu Zhuohua's voice trembled slightly.
"The king is right behind you, don't be afraid."
Liu Yan's voice was gentle and powerful, and Mu Zhuohua seemed to be not so scared anymore. Feng Lei carried Mu Zhuohua and ran two laps briskly. Seeing that everything was fine, Mu Zhuohua relaxed a lot and was no longer tense.
Liu Yan looked at this scene with a smile and said loudly: "Next, the king will let Feng Lei speed up, you hold on tight."
Liu Yan blew a whistle after he said that, and Feng Lei immediately sped up and ran. As the speed increased, the bumpy feeling on the horse naturally increased. Mu Zhuohua was shocked and subconsciously lay on the horse's back and hugged the saddle tightly.
Liu Yan frowned when he saw this, and used his Qinggong to catch up, landed behind Mu Zhuohua, and held her in his arms.
"Get up, don't be afraid!" Liu Yan grabbed Mu Zhuohua's arm and lifted her up from the saddle.
"You don't have to participate in the hunt, as long as you can learn to maintain your demeanor at this speed." Liu Yan held Mu Zhuohua's shoulders and felt the slight tremor under his palm, so he slowed down his tone and comforted her softly, "You are smart and brave, riding a horse is not difficult for you."
Mu Zhuohua said with red eyes: "Of course..."
"Come on, take a deep breath, straighten your back, look forward, don't forget, you represent the image of my Chen State."
Maybe because Liu Yan was sitting behind him, Mu Zhuohua felt confident, and gradually he was not so nervous, and he could maintain his demeanor on the running horse. After running a few laps, Mu Zhuohua adapted to the speed of the horse, and Liu Yan quietly got off the horse.
Mu Zhuohua felt Liu Yan flying off the horse, and was startled, but immediately gathered his mind and focused on the front of him. She seemed less scared. She always believed that even if she fell, Liu Yan would definitely catch her...
Liu Yan looked at Mu Zhuohua sitting alone on the horse, her expression changed from nervous to relaxed, and from relaxed to excited. He couldn't help but smile.
Zhijian walked forward and handed Liu Yan a pot of water.
"Your Highness doesn't have to teach her in person. Just let Zhimo teach her."
There was no city gate bigger than Dingjing in the world, but Yelu Jing's royal tent was extremely large, three times larger than a house, and was pulled by ten horses. The emperor of Chen could only ride in a six-horse carriage, but Yelu Jing deliberately used ten horses, intending to suppress one of them here.
Everyone's face turned cold.
Mu Zhuohua Chen was embarrassed by the other party. He gritted his teeth, put on a smiling face and said loudly: "I'm Mu Zhuohua, the official of Lifan Temple, and a member of the reception group. I'd like to meet the third prince of Beiliang."
Yelu Jing looked at Mu Zhuohua with a sneer: "Is it a woman? Are the men of Chen incompetent? They actually let women be officials?"
Mu Zhuohua rode forward two steps and said with a smile on his face: "The third prince has come from afar. I think he doesn't understand the conditions of our Chen country. Our emperor's civil and military achievements have benefited the world. No matter men or women, they all share the same grace. He would never look down on women and treat them as slaves. Therefore, it is not uncommon for women to be officials in our dynasty."
Yelu Jing's biological mother was a slave girl. When Mu Zhuohua said this, Yelu Jing's eyes were almost murderous. Mu Zhuohua was unaware of this and was not afraid at all. He continued to smile and said, "But it is normal that the Third Prince does not understand our Chen Kingdom, just as we do not understand your country. Our country is peaceful and the people are safe. No one picks up things on the road and no one locks their doors at night. This is the first time I have seen someone take the house away with him when he goes out. He is not a snail... cough cough..." Mu Zhuohua coughed twice, "I spoke out of turn. I hope Your Highness will be magnanimous. I heard that the Third Prince is famous. You can put this house outside the city. The people of our Chen Kingdom have seen a lot of prosperity. Your Highness does not have to worry that they will covet your property."
Mu Zhuohua was respectful, but every word he said was a compliment and a criticism. The Northern Liang envoys were furious, but everyone on the Chen Kingdom side was smiling.
Liu Yan chuckled and reprimanded Mu Zhuohua before Yelu Jing got angry, "Don't be rude to the prince. Get out of here!"
Although he said so, his eyes and tone clearly showed that he was protecting him.
Mu Zhuohua smiled and bowed, then retreated behind Liu Yan.
Liu Yan then said to Yelu Jing, "Don't blame me, Third Prince. My subordinates are straightforward and have no disrespect. What's more, what they said is true. The imperial capital of our Chen Kingdom is the most prosperous in the world. The Lifan Temple has also prepared accommodation for you all. I believe it will not be inferior to your royal tent."
Yelu Jing sneered and walked down the royal tent.
"Okay, then let me see if your imperial capital of Chen Kingdom is as prosperous as it was three years ago."
Yelu Jing rode a horse and walked slowly with Liu Yan.
"Your Highness Prince Ding's complexion is not as good as before..." Yelu Jing looked at Liu Yan and smiled maliciously.
Liu Yan smiled faintly and said, "Thanks to your Highness."
Yelu Jing suddenly lowered his voice and said, "I'm also surprised that you can survive, but it's okay... our accounts are not settled yet."
Yelu Jing's horse slowly passed in front of Mu Zhuohua, his eyes stayed on Mu Zhuohua's face for a moment, and slowly raised the corners of his lips.
"Mu, Zhuo, Hua... I will remember you."
Mu Zhuohua smiled and saluted, saying, "It's my honor. Do you want me to teach you how to write?"
Yelu Jing: "..."
So angry! I want to kill someone!
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