"Raise your head and look into the distance, don't just look in front of you, by the way! That's it."

On the horse farm in the back house, Zhang Huanzheng held his son's tender waist and taught him to ride a horse. Although his tone was stern, he was untiring to explain the key points to him over and over again.

Zhang Huan's son Zhang Qi is only six years old this year, which is the most playful and naughty time. But in front of his father, he obediently and dare not act spoiled at all. No! He originally wanted to ride a pony and just walk a dozen steps, but his father didn't feel sorry for him at all and had taught him for an hour.

Zhang Qi's eyes were red, she wanted to cry but didn't dare to cry. If her mother or second mother were in front of her, he would have already cried to the earth.

Zhang Huan is busy with official business and cannot spend most of his time with his son, but he has discovered that his son is beginning to show signs of being spoiled, which is absolutely not possible. If he becomes a playboy, how can he inherit his foundation in the future?

Zhang Huan suddenly realized that his son should start receiving systematic and rigorous education, and teaching him to ride a horse today is the first step.

"Okay! Tighten the reins." Zhang Huan's hands slowly loosened.

"Dad, I'm afraid!" Suddenly, without his father's support, Zhang Qi became scared.

"Tighten the reins! Just practice for another hour after falling off." Zhang Huan roared without any pity.

Zhang Qi's lips curled, and tears began to fall down, but he kept biting his lips tightly and did not cry.

The pony began to speed up, "Dada!" and walked up quickly. Zhang Qi was so scared that she almost wanted to throw away the reins, but his father's roar made him even more afraid. He pulled the reins tightly, his whole body stiffened, and his eyes stared straight ahead as his father told him. After a while, he felt that he would not fall. His courage gradually became stronger and his body softened. He tightly clamped the horse's belly and began to subconsciously shake the reins.

"Go!Go!" he shouted in a low voice, the little horse was psychic and began to run.

Zhang Huan stared at his son tightly. Seeing that his son had already started running on a horse, he showed a gratified smile in his eyes. His son was smart, secondly, the key was that he did not throw away the reins and cried loudly, which showed that he still had the potential to become a strong man.

Zhang Huan turned over and followed his son slowly, looking at him with a smile, and ran three times. Zhang Huan looked at the sky. It was almost noon. It was already more than an hour. It was time for him to rest. Zhang Huan bent down and hugged his son on his horse, and smiled and said, "Ride your father's horse and take a look."

Zhang Qi was very interested. When he heard about riding a big horse, he immediately became energetic. He grabbed a rein with his little hand and kept shouting. Zhang Huan walked slowly on the horse, feeling his son's small body riding in his arms full of energy. A heart of love rolled over his heart. At this moment, he seemed to feel that his son had become one with him.

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Just as Zhang Huan was teaching her son to ride a horse, in a room fifty steps away, Pei Ying and Cui Ning were staring at the father and son nervously, especially Pei Ying. She felt so heartbroken when she saw that Zhang Huan did not pity her son, she wiped her tears. When she saw that her son had shed tears, he could no longer help, "Qi'er."

He shouted and was about to rush forward, but was pulled by Cui Ning, "Sister, you can't go, as soon as you go, all your previous efforts will be wasted."

Pei Ying stopped, and of course she knew that this was her father educating her son, and as a mother, she could not get in and get involved.

"Sister, he seems to be able to ride a horse." Cui Ning was surprised to find the change, and Pei Ying also saw it. She saw her son starting to run with energy, and couldn't help but burst into tears, "This silly boy..."

Her heart finally let go, and she pulled Cui Ning to sit down. Cui Ning had been away from home for three years and finally made up with her husband. For her, she would never have to look at Zhang Huan's gloomy face all day.

Pei Ying and Zhang Huan have been married for six years. As their status gradually stabilizes, she no longer worrys about who will take away her husband. Now she cares more about Zhang Huan's future. This is not only her own future, but also related to her son's future.

"I want to discuss something ordinary with you." Pei Ying said with a smile.

In his many years of life with Zhang Huan, Pei Ying had long known that Zhang Huan was actually a lustful man at heart, but he had more self-control than ordinary people. He would not look for women at will. However, if he met a woman he liked, he would marry her home without hesitation, or for political needs, he would take care of both public and private.

Pei Ying thought she was not a jealous woman. She could also abide by the etiquette system and let Zhang Huan marry all his wives and concubines, but she was unwilling to have alien women around her. The weird temper was secondly. The key was that most alien women did not understand etiquette system, did not understand the superiority and inferiority, and did whatever they wanted.

For example, the Princess Silver Bottle has a weird temper and has always been cold-eyed towards herself. She has no distinction between high and low, and has always been out of place with the people in the mansion. She always runs back to her father's tribe in anger, and even writes a letter to her father to complain, which makes Pei Ying very upset.

Fortunately, Zhang Huan never listed her as a flat wife because of Cui Ning's incident, which made Pei Ying feel a little relieved. However, if Zhang Huan's other flat wife position was sooner, maybe there would be some Tubo princess or Uighur princess entering the house.

This is not her, Pei Ying is worried about the world. Not long ago, the Tubo envoy came to Jincheng County and said that he would send a little princess to marry her husband, but the matter was still there!

Pingping is the most suitable candidate. She is not scheming and kind-hearted. The more important thing is that her father and brother die for her husband. If she does not arrange her well, the soldiers in the army will feel dissatisfied.

Pei Ying thought about it for a long time, but she decided not to delay this matter.

"How likely do you think is the ordinary and cure diseases?" Pei Ying first threw a stone to ask the way.

Cui Ning had a good personal relationship with Pingping. Of course, she also hoped that Pingping would enter the mansion, but she knew very well that the key to this matter was Pingping herself. She sighed and said, "Sister, it's better to have a conversation with Pingping in person."

"I understand." Pei Ying smiled, and she turned her head to look at the horse farm. She saw her husband riding a horse with her son, leisurely walking in the horse farm.

"Okay, let's go over! They're going to end."

The two walked over quickly, and Pei Ying smiled and said, "Don't you want to have lunch?"

When Zhang Qi saw her mother coming, she shouted happily, "Mom! I can ride a horse."

"I understand. My mother used to teach you, but you always refused. You must be honest if you insist on your father being fierce." Pei Ying smiled and hugged him down, slapped him lovingly on his butt, "Wash your hands and go to have a meal!"

"Go to have a meal!"

Zhang Qi jumped happily and ran towards the room, but Cui Ning held him and smiled: "Be careful, I'll slide, my second mother will take you there."

Seeing that the two of them entered the room first, Zhang Huan pondered for a moment and said, "Madam, I want to invite a master for Qier. It's time to let him study."

Pei Ying pursed her lips and said, "Isn't Cui Ning a ready-made master? The Chunlei School, which she created, has opened a branch in Huangshui. I heard that more than 100 girls have been admitted, and she has set a precedent for girls to enter school!"

"She is as fond of Qi'er as you, no!" Zhang Huan shook her head and denied Pei Ying's suggestion. "You must ask a strict big scholar. Li Fangbai from Longyou Academy is very good. I plan to invite him to be Qi'er's enlightenment master."

Pei Ying was about to joke that Pingping was Qier's enlightenment master, but when she said something, she bit her again. The two of them walked and entered the room without realizing it.

Zhang Huan was hungry and went to the canteen first. Pei Ying was worried about her daughter, so she went to her room to visit her daughter. As soon as she entered the door, the maid in the room reported: "The wet nurse just took the lady to the canteen to find her wife."

At this time, Pei Ying glanced at her eyes and saw an invitation-like thing on the small table. She walked up to pick it up. Isn’t it an invitation? But there was no signature on it.

"Who sent it?" Pei Ying asked strangely.

"It's a young goose girl, she said it was her master who gave it to the master."

"Young Guy?" Pei Ying became even more confused. She had never heard of asking a woman to send an invitation, and she was also a Guy. She looked at the invitation carefully and found that it had not been banned. She hesitated for a moment and slowly pulled the invitation out of the letter. A faint fragrance immediately came to her face.

When I opened it, I only wrote two lines of poetry: "The red flowers are like the decay, and the endless flow of water is like the sorrow."

Pei Ying was shocked. She was anxious to see the signature below, but she saw that the signature was "Jing Niang".

'My lady?' Pei Ying frowned. She seemed to have heard of this name. She thought about it for a while and suddenly remembered that this was the boss who was known as the strongest woman in Beijing and was the boss who advised the farming residence? When did she get hooked up with her husband?

Pei Ying stood there blankly, feeling uncomfortable.

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After lunch, Zhang Huan took a carriage to the court. Today is the 27th day of the twelfth lunar month, and there are only three days left before the New Year. Whether it is the court or the city, the atmosphere of the New Year is very strong. Every household is decorated with lights and decorations along the way. Many wealthy families are cleaning the doors of the mansion. The pedestrians on the road are also brightly dressed, and their faces are filled with the joy of the New Year.

Zhang Huan saw it and felt a sense of accomplishment in his heart to benefit the people. If he had not had his own millions of stones of grain to enter Beijing, I am afraid Chang'an would have been filled with sorrow at this time.

"Governor, someone has sent this." A personal soldier outside the car window handed in a note of paper, which was folded into a prism. This was the fixed message form of his intelligence agency. Zhang Huan smiled and took the information apart, but couldn't help but be stunned.

‘There are talking about Li Zhengji, Shuofang, who wants to rebel in the capital, but the source of the news is unknown.’

What's going on? Zhang Huan was deeply surprised. If something happened to Shuofang, there would be news coming from Longyou, but it is very calm now, which shows that Shuofang has no abnormal movement. Even if Li Zhengji refused to go to Beijing to report his duties, it would be possible to draw a conclusion after the New Year's Court. He really didn't understand. Apart from himself and Pei Jun, who else knew that Li Zheng had something strange, and Pei Jun didn't really believe it!

He began to realize that there was a third person dancing in Chang'an, Wei Ye or Zhu Li, or Cui Xiaofu. Zhang Huan thought for a while, picked up his pen and wrote four words on the note, "Find the source thoroughly."

"Fang Wuqing."

"I'm here!" A response immediately came from outside the car window.

Zhang Huan handed the note out, "Give it to Manager Hu, and you can help him investigate the matter."

"Affect the order!" The sound disappeared, and Fang Wuqing broke like a bubble.

The carriage turned a corner and slowly drove into the imperial city. Since Pei Jun came to power, the order of the court has become very scattered. It is common for some high-ranking officials not to attend court all day long. Over time, a hidden rule has been formed. Officials of third rank or above are not subject to court discipline. For example, Zhang Huan only came to the court in the afternoon to take a look.

Perhaps because the New Year is approaching, the entire imperial city is deserted. I accidentally saw a carriage passing by leisurely on Chengtianmen Street. It is even rare to see a figure in various government offices. After sending Lumi yesterday, all officials were probably going home to prepare for the New Year.

The carriage drove to the Shangshu Province and stopped. The Shangshu Province occupied a small area in the imperial city, but it was another power center except the Shushu Province of the Daming Palace. The Shangshu Province was heavily guarded, with three steps and five steps, and a group of soldiers patrolling the nearby teams. Zhang Huan got off the carriage in front of the Ministry of War. Suddenly, he heard someone calling him. When he turned around, it was Cui Yu.

Although Cui Yu has officially proposed to Pei Jun to resign as the Minister of the Ministry of War, the approval from the Ministry of Personnel has not been forwarded and Cui Xiaofu's imperial edict has not been released yet, so he is still the Minister of the Ministry of War.

"Shangshu Zhang, I originally wanted to wait for you to have lunch together, but you were not here in the morning, so I had to go alone." Cui Yu walked forward and bowed to Zhang Huan and smiled.

Zhang Huan hurriedly replied with a smile: "Shame! It's New Year, and I'm lazy. I'm tutoring my son on a horse this morning."

"Haha! You should spend more time with your children. When you want to spend time with them in the future, they no longer need you."
To be continued...