After the practice, my uncle and nephew went to the wing room for a while and changed their clothes for going out. By the time they came out, the carriage outside had already been set up.

When Zhao Heming saw Zhao Yingyue and his guards boarded the horse, he tilted his mouth: "I want to ride a horse too!"

Riding on a horse with a very tall body, Zhao Yingyue held the reins in one hand and the whip in the other, laughing: "My nephew, you should be with your aunt to ride in the car, otherwise I will understand your mother, my sister-in-law will be

I won't let you go."

Zhao Heming had no choice but to hold his aunt's cloak, who was about to get on the car, and said pitifully: "Auntie~"

Xining looked at Zhao Heming, who was full of hope, and said to Zhao Yingyue: "The man in the general's mansion does not ride a horse, and he will be laughed at when he speaks it out."

"That's it!" Hearing this reason, Zhao Heming stood up with his ungrown body.

"Look at you spoil him, don't blame me if you throw him off." Zhao Yingyue winked at the guard beside her, and the guard immediately turned over and dismounted and gave the horse out.

Zhao Heming was so happy that he picked up the brocade robe and trotted all the way. He held the guard's palm and got on the horse.

With the help of Dongmei and Qiuye, Xining got on the carriage. The wheels rolled far away and heard Zhao Heming shouting outside.

"Auntie, aunt!"

Xining gently lifted the curtain cloth of the car, Zhao Heming rode on the horse and looked at her with a bitter face: "Auntie, do you think this looks like riding a horse?"

Riding is riding, and the reins are pulled by the guards.

She laughed out loud and comforted her, "These are all war horses, which are taller than ordinary people. Most of them are loyal masters, not masters, and most people don't want to ride. This time, this time, let's wait for the next time, and let's get the right one.

horse."

Hearing this, Zhao Heming finally felt relieved.

Xining put down a little bit of the curtain and peeked outside through the gap.

Most of the wealthy mansions are in prosperous areas near the palace. At this time, there are crowds of people on the road, and it is very lively, and the sound of firecrackers is heard from time to time. Songs and music are heard from the restaurants everywhere, and some even put the stage on the stage.

Outside the door, we provide people with entertainment to take care of business and enjoy the people.

There are still many people carrying gift boxes and packages on the way, which are for New Year's greetings.

During the Chinese New Year, officials in Beijing have seven days off. On the second day of the Chinese New Year, it is time for each family to pay New Year's greetings. General Zhao is his concubine's son, so he naturally has no contact with all the relatives of the general's mansion. Even if he wants to pay New Year's greetings, other families will come to pay New Year's greetings.

It also saves trouble for children.

Along the way, Zhao Yingyue, wearing a tight-fitting ink blue brocade robe with a long black cloak on her feet, had a darker complexion, but her skin was handsome, tall, and straight back. She looked handsome and handsome when riding a high-headed war horse.

The older girls and wives on the road watched, and those who were traveling together were blushing and whispering to each other.

When Zhao Heming saw that he was naturally not Zhao Yingyue's son. The general's mansion was much higher than that of ordinary people. Zhao Heming, who was only twelve years old after the Chinese New Year, looked like he was about the same size as an ordinary adult man, and his face was young.

At first glance, I knew that it had not yet grown. Because I had been in the mansion, my skin turned a lot whiter. When I grew up, I would definitely be a tall man.

The car was hung with the sign of the General's Mansion. The word "Zhao" swayed under the front of the car, indicating the identity of the car owner.

Xining put down the curtain and touched the stove in her hand. It seemed that she would go out to walk more during the Spring Festival, so that Zhao Yingyue, who was kept in the border, could meet more people.

Of course, when you come out, you have to go to the store to buy things. Stores are opened on the streets in all walks of life. For those who do business, as long as they have business, it doesn’t matter whether they are in the New Year or not.

I went to Moxiangzhai first. The general's mansion often has pens, ink, paper and inkstones, but I still need to choose the ones I like for some of the best products.

Xining picked a piece of plum blossom pine smoke ink, and then chose a piece of cinnabar ink in the shape of red plum to give it to the store.

Zhao Yingyue came over and said, "Is this for my second sister?"

Xining took the hand stove handed over by Dongmei next to her and covered it in her hand: "We came out and didn't bring her, so I want to express it."

At this time, Zhao Yingxue got the best of the plum blossom poetry party, which was also considered to be a success in the noble girl's middle school in Beijing. This poetry party secretly had a relationship with the third prince's choice of concubines. Zhao Yingyue nodded: "It's still my little sister who thinks it carefully."

Xining said that she wanted to go to the gold shop diagonally opposite and let Zhao Yingxue stay here to take care of Zhao Heming.

Of course, the women's favorite things are besides rouge and water powder, which are beautiful jewelry. They choose for a long time, so Zhao Yingxue agreed.

Jubao Pavilion is a time-honored gold shop in Beijing, and new jewelry comes out every month.

As soon as Xining entered, the shop saw it and hurriedly came forward: "Miss Zhao, you are here again, please come upstairs."

The store is divided into two floors, and the ones sold downstairs are cheaper. The second floor is equivalent to VIP VIPs, and the ones sold are all high-quality and lonely. Apart from the clothes you look at, you can tell that you are either rich or noble, and the owner has no

I rarely come to this shop and chose a lot of jewelry. If you like it, you should take the bill to the general's mansion. Mrs. Zhao is so spoiled that she is willing to give anything to this pearl in her hand.

Xining pretended to be curious: "I have never seen this building before, I'll take a look first."

The guy smiled and said, "Ms. Zhao looked at it slowly. If you think it was a pleasing to the eye, take it out and take a closer look."

Most of the first floors are silver, silver or copper-golded outside; beads are usually glass beads. Pearls are as big as rice grains, agate, and jade are also of poor quality. There are also silk flowers, but silk flowers are more than those of outside merchandisers.

The ones who carry a load and sell along the street look much more delicate and beautiful. There are a few ordinary women who are choosing and trying to wear them.

Xining walked to a place and was looking at it. He heard contemptuous words coming out from the side: "Who do I think it is? It turns out to be Miss Zhao San."

Turning his head and seeing it was the Lord of Jiashun County, Prince Hua.

Xining nodded slightly and asked.

Jiashun County is not necessarily shorter than her, otherwise she would have to look down at the nose of the sky: "When will the General Mansion of Zhenguo be left behind and can only buy these goods?"

Hearing these sour words, Xining frowned slightly, but she quickly let go.

Out of polite smile, "Sometimes there are some good things."

He picked up a silk flower on the counter in his hand: "This work is quite fine."

The county lord Jiashun didn't even look at it: "Waiter, cover all these!"

The guy was stunned and looked at Xining carefully: "The one on the table is OK, but the rule of this store is that if you hold this product in your hand, the customer who holds the product will first determine whether you want it."

"It's okay~" Xining threw down the silk flower in her hand: "If the county lord Jiashun likes it, give it to her, I can choose something else."

He looked left and right, walked slowly to the bracelet beside him, picked up a silver-pinned blue-burning bracelet: "This color looks good."

The head of Jiashun County rolled his eyes: "Woman, I want it!"

The guy looked at Xining in embarrassment: "Miss Zhao, this..."

After a while, Xining understood that the Lord of Jiashun came to find her today.
Chapter completed!