The Man Who Married a Tyrant [Book Wearing][MTL]

Ch 21

He Zheng stopped to rest, took a sip of water from the cup, resisted the urge to beat him up, and said in a good voice: "When the time comes, you will run into the woods, you will run, I will run mine, I'm just with you. Entering the arena, you don't divide your spoils, why are you so stingy."

"You said this young master is stingy?!" Jiang Fuyang looked at him angrily, and He Zheng had no choice but to say, "I said something wrong, I will apologize to you."

Jiang Fuyang frowned, his temper came and went quickly, "No matter what, it must be you and Your Majesty who blew the pillow wind, otherwise, how could His Majesty agree to such a ridiculous thing, why are you different from He Jinhua's team?"

He Zheng smiled and said: "Actually, when I first saw you, I felt that you were very kind and kind. Besides, no matter how good your riding and archery skills are, how can your younger brother compare to you? I don't want to be with you. Son, are you dipped in the light?"

Jiang Fuyang paused, his ears flushed slightly again, and said solemnly, "Is this really the case?"

He Zheng said earnestly: "Every word is sincere, every word is sincere."

Jiang Fuyang coughed, stretched out his hand and picked up the tea to cover up his unnaturalness. He looked sideways when he saw He Zheng jumping on his horse again, but he still closed his mouth when he wanted to say something.

He Zheng learns to draw a bow in addition to horse training every day, but equestrianism can be classified as a skill, but bow and arrow are very laborious, and it is impossible for him to improve his arm strength in a short period of time. He must use both hands and feet to shoot out. Two hits on the target are already jaw-dropping.

For several days in a row, He Zheng suffered from backache and arm pain, and the inner thighs were also worn on the horse's back. It was useless to apply medicine. Seeing that the spring hunting would be tomorrow, He Zheng decided to take a day off to recuperate. Rui, Jiang Fuyang came over not long after breakfast and just practicing calligraphy.

"Why didn't Shan Shou go to practice horses today?" He became familiar with He Zheng these days, and he opened the door straight to the point. He Zheng held the brush and slowly wrote, and said weakly: "I'm tired, rest today."

Jiang Fuyang disagreed: "I've only learned for a few days, how can I be so vulnerable, tomorrow will be spring hunting."

He Zheng was lying on the table, pressing his face on his arm, staring at the movement of the pen tip, and said tiredly, "We will talk about the spring hunting tomorrow."

Jiang Fuyang felt that his attitude was not a problem, and eagerly said: "Get up, today's young master will teach you a stunt of horseback riding."

No matter how good a stunt He Zheng is, he doesn't want to learn it. Now when he walks, the inside of his leg hurts so badly that he has to spread his legs when sitting in a chair.

Jiang Fuyang tugged at his sleeve and said, "Get up quickly and pack up. You have a reward now, so don't let your hair down like this anymore and be unseemly."

He Zheng pulled back his sleeves sadly, sat up straight and said, "No."

"go Go."

"No." He Zheng grabbed his sleeve again and said, "I'm tired, so I won't go anywhere."

Knowing that riding a horse would wear down his legs, he would not be tired of sitting on the racecourse all day, and no one would tell him to pay attention.

Jiang Fuyang looked at his little expression about whether to cry or not, and suddenly he felt blessed and said happily, "Are you hurt? I'll just say, if you stay on the horse all day long, something will definitely happen. Otherwise, practice bow today, no hit a horse."

"Don't go, don't go." He Zheng stressed in anger: "Tired, I'm tired!"

"Since Zheng'er is tired, let him rest." A voice suddenly came from outside, Fang Tianzhuo didn't know when he came, Jiang Fuyang hurriedly saluted: "See Your Majesty!"

Fang Tianzhuo said: "Tomorrow Spring Hunting, how are you preparing?"

Jiang Fuyang was in high spirits: "Everything is ready, my brother is eager to skip today and go straight to the hunting ground!"

He Zheng immediately stood up from the chair when he saw him, Fang Tianzhuo walked towards him, hugging him as if he was holding a gadget, while teasing, he said to Jiang Fuyang: "If If you can come out on top, I will give you another reward."

Jiang Fuyang said happily: "It will definitely live up to His Majesty's expectations!"

"Go back."

Jiang Fuyang glanced at He Zheng, hesitated, and said, "Yes."

There were only two people left in the house for a while, Fang Tianzhuo looked down at him, and asked in a warm voice, "Has anyone been given medicine?"

He Zheng muttered: "Go on."

He was also a little angry at the other party, Tianzhuo, and even suspected that he had guessed that he would bruise his legs from the beginning, but now he regrets it. As early as Fang Tianzhuo said that he should have noticed that this was a trap when he sent someone to teach him to ride horses systematically.

The pain in the leg is burning hot now, and it will definitely have some impact on running tomorrow.

The man's lips suddenly touched his ear, and his tone was low and intimate: "If Zheng'er is in severe pain, I will stay in the palace to rest tomorrow, okay?"