When the little eunuch heard Han Han say this, he immediately smiled and said with a pleasing smile: "Yes, this year is the taboo for the first queen's life. It only takes one ten years, so it is naturally different from previous years."
Han Han knew he had misunderstood, and that was not what he said.
"You don't understand if you tell you."
Han Han curled his lips, stretched his neck, and looked ahead of the team.
Because of the imperial guards' travel, the official roads from the capital to Xiangguo Temple were all under martial law. The continuous imperial guards' team could not see at first sight. Looking around, the surroundings were full of black imperial guards, and the atmosphere was cold and solemn.
“So boring…”
The little guy lay on the car window with his head drooping head. After a while of depression, he asked the eunuch again: "How long will it take to get there?"
The little eunuch: "..." It's the thirty-sixth time.
"I guess it's more than two hours before we can arrive." The little eunuch replied carefully.
"It will take so long?" Han Han looked bolt from the blue, and his whole body was even more disappointed. "My butt hurts so much, I don't want to ride in the carriage..."
The little eunuch hurriedly said, "If the prince is uncomfortable, will I find an imperial physician for you?"
When Your Majesty's Royal Guard was traveling, he also brought the imperial physician around him, and was in the imperial guard's team.
Han Han said speechlessly, "My butt hurts. What's the use of finding an imperial physician? Should I ask the imperial physician to rub my butt?"
Little eunuch: "..."
"What are you making trouble again?" A cold and solemn voice sounded.
Zhan Beihan was riding on a horse in a narrow-sleeved black suit, his waist tightly tied, making him look agile and beautiful. His big hands casually tied the reins, his body was flushed with the carriage, he frowned and looked at the little guy lying on the car window.
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Han Han said depressedly: "Why do I have to ride a carriage when my father can ride a horse?"
Zhan Beihan sneered: "You are not as tall as a horse, and you still want to ride a horse?"
Han Han protested: "The emperor's grandfather said I'm taller!"
"He coaxed you." Zhan Beihan did not hesitate.
“…”
Han Han was immediately annoyed and didn't want to talk to him. He reached out and wanted to close the car window.
Zhan Beihan reached out to block it, "Don't you want to ride a horse? Come out."
"What are you doing? You won't let me ride." Han Han looked at him with an unhappy look.
Zhan Beihan was too lazy to explain, so he reached out and picked him out of the car window and directly hit the horse in front of him, "Don't think about riding yourself, sit down with your heart."
The little eunuch next to him turned pale with fright.
His Highness Yi’s car is more than two meters high. What should I do if I fall down?
Han Han was stunned at first, then reacted, immediately reached out and grabbed the front part of the saddle, urging excitedly: "Dad, run quickly! I haven't been riding a horse for a long time."
"Your grandfather's emperor's emperor is in front of you. Why are you running? Be honest and sit up." Zhan Bei said coldly, but reached out to protect him, tied the reins and turned his horse's head, and ran forward.
The breeze blew towards him, and Han Han narrowed his eyes with pleasure, and decided not to see him like his father, so as not to throw him back to the carriage.
Riding a horse is much more comfortable than being bored in a carriage.
Not far ahead is the prince's imperial guard.
The prince was opening the car window for breathing, and saw the father and son riding a horse, "third brother." Popular " This chapter has been completed!