C190 Worried belly

It was about autumn, and a light drizzle had fallen over the past two days. The patter of the rain on the buffalo skin was not tiring to the ears.

The floor was plastered with a thick sticker, and it was completely silent as they walked. Morong Gan slowly walked forward with a heavy frown between his eyebrows.

The night before his departure, he finally went to the backyard. However, he didn't look at her. Instead, he followed the tiled path to the pavilion in the middle of the lake.

He had his pride, and being able to come to the backyard was already the greatest compromise he could make. If she was sensible, she should obediently come over and pay respects, and say a few words that were not too bad, even if it was perfunctory. He knew she would hear the news as soon as he entered the backyard, but he waited at the pavilion in the middle of the lake for a long time, but there was no sign of her.

He watched the sun set, inch by inch, and watched as the twilight gradually blurred everything. He sighed hopelessly and lifted his foot as if it weighed a thousand pounds. However, he had no choice but to turn back.

Passing by the Moon Reaching Pavilion, he heard her voice. She said that the sky was about to turn dark and wanted Little Yellow to go into her nest. In her heart, he was probably less than a chicken. She cared for Little Yellow, but she didn't know that she was worried about her husband, who was going to travel far tomorrow!

Because of this, he was angry for a long time, so that Hao Pingguan had nothing important to do and did not need to send any messages to the camp account. He did not want to know any news about her, so let's just pretend that he did not exist.

However, Hao Pingguan, that person who did not have eyes, did not send any news over in the past few days, causing him to scratch his heart and scratch his lungs!

He stood and looked through the little window at the edge of the tent and saw the soldiers outside in a line, patrolling in the drizzle, their torches burning brightly, the smell of pine oil in the air, the mighty camp spread out to surround the Emperor and his camp in the middle.

In the end, he still regretted it. If he had spoken a few words to her before he left, he would have been able to reflect on it carefully now.

Just as he was sighing, Jia Tong opened the curtain and entered, "Your Highness, the Emperor has sent someone over."

Morong Gan looked up, and a young eunuch walked forward and knocked Qian'er, "Your highness, the emperor invites you to go and check on his highness' archery skills."

On this trip, the Crown Prince and several other princes also followed along. The Emperor was a strict father and was not a spoiled child of the princes. Since this was a rare opportunity, he naturally wanted to go out and gain some experience. Regardless of whether it was in the wind or the rain, he would be tested for what was worth taking. Whoever was lazy or crafty, once they got back to the palace, they would go to the quiet room's wall. The princes were not like the other children of a hundred families. They would only be punished if they did something wrong, either reprimanding or pondering over it. To them, every word had to be carefully spoken, and they had to be self-disciplined and never make the slightest mistake.

Ning Jiu put on a oilskin raincoat and a bamboo hat on Morong Gan's head. He changed into a pair of thick deerskin boots and waited for Morong Gan to go out.

On the open grass, there were rows of targets. The eight-year-old crown prince was drawing his bow and shooting. Although he was small, his momentum couldn't be underestimated.

Morong Gan stopped to watch, to see the Crown Prince's single eye, sharp as a blade through the drizzle of rain, his hand on the bow released, the arrow flew, and hit the target with a swoosh.

Morong Gan couldn't help but give a round of applause.

The Crown Prince and all the princes turned around and bowed to him, respectfully greeting the Royal Uncle.

There was a faint smile on the emperor's face as he said, "In my opinion, he's still alright. These words of yours really give him too much face."

Morong Gan laughed: "The Crown Prince's archery skills have improved compared to last time. Praise him is something that he deserves."

The crown prince's expression was respectful, he bowed and said, "Thank you, Royal Uncle, for your praise."

Morong Gan looked at him and thought of Bai Qianfan again. When he thought of her, he immediately got annoyed, that little girl was really a demon, he had never been so worried about her ever since he was young, even when he was in front of the emperor he couldn't muster up any energy.

I wonder what she's doing now? Did you eat well and sleep soundly? Did he occasionally think of him? Autumn is cold, did the maidservants change her quilt?

Thinking about it, he inwardly shook his head and sighed to himself. To think that the mighty Prince Chu, the leader of the troops, would actually come up with such a naughty old woman's style.

"Third brother, third brother," The emperor called out to him twice. Only then did Morong Gan regain his senses and become slightly at a loss, "What did Royal Brother say?"

The Emperor laughed, "A few of my nephews would like to see the archery skills of our Warlord s, let's broaden their horizons."

Morong Gan did not say anything, taking the bow and arrows from the servants by the side, putting the quiver on his shoulder, he pulled the bow apart, then took a few steps forward, and without stopping, he actually did not need to aim, and just shot out casually. The moment he moved, he took out another arrow from his back, and shot again, and then moved again, and pulled the arrow again.

After taking five steps, they shot five arrows. The arrows hit the target, and the princes couldn't help but clap and cheer.

The emperor laughed, "See, these are the real abilities of the three Royal Uncle, train well, you are still far from the Royal Uncle!"

All the princes bowed and listened to his teachings, "Royal Father is right, our sons will definitely work hard and train hard."

The emperor made a sound of assent and his affectionate gaze stopped on the crown prince's face. "Alright, let's take our younger brothers back."

The Crown Prince agreed and led the princes and princes away. Morong Gan sent them off with his eyes and smiled: "The children of Royal Brother are very talented. I, your brother, am very envious."

The emperor put his hands behind his back and slowly walked towards the camp's accounts. "What do you want me to say to you? The imperial concubine will marry you and there will be two of them once you marry her. There's still some time, right? Why hasn't there been any news yet?" "I know that you're lazy to deal with things like that, but reproducing is the foundation of a human being, and the joss stick can't be cut off, right? This time go back and be more diligent. I'll ask the imperial hospital to prepare some large pills for you …"

"Royal Brother, please don't. You are the ruler of a country, how can you worry about me like this? Even the Energetic Ball came out, I am truly speechless."

"I think you should be ashamed of yourself," the Emperor snorted. "Walk around the courtyards of the princesses and get to know each other. If you don't have any feelings for them, how could you possibly be interested in that matter? "I'm an emperor, but I have to worry about what happens in your room …"

"Royal Brother!" Morong Gan interrupted him once again, "If you continue with this, brother will take his leave now."

"Look at this, you're so anxious when you talk about this," the emperor sighed, "You haven't married yet, right? I've been asking around for you, and after finally getting back to the palace with two princesses, you haven't put your heart into it. Can't I just say a few more words?"

"Fine, nag, your little brother's ear went in and came out again."

"You, ah, you." The emperor helplessly shook his head and pointed at him, "There are three ways to not be filial. Think about it. "