236 The couple traveled far away to win the mandarin duck

Zhao Ji walked out of the deep palace, and his life suddenly bloomed with vitality. The first three arrows were missed, and they were not discouraged, and the fourth flew out and pierced a hare at once. Xiao Shunzi picked up the dead hare and reported the good news to the emperor.

"What is this, I still have to shoot deer, wolf, and tiger!" Zhao Ji was arrogant all of a sudden.

Hu Sanniang was by her husband's side, and she was very happy to see that he had a harvest. In order to stimulate him to the next level, he drew his bow and shot an arrow, and a deer fell in response. Zhao Ji saw that his wife had a greater harvest, and he was indeed stimulated, pulled his bow like a full moon, and an arrow flew out, killing a stupid roe deer. The two of them had a great time.

The roe deer has a keen sense of smell and vision, and runs quickly. However, it has a fatal weakness, which is its inquisitive temperament, and when it finds that its enemies are no longer chasing, it will return to its original position. It is this peculiar habit that makes it often a meal for wild beasts and a prey for hunters. Therefore, it is called "stupid roe deer".

At this moment, Hu Sanniang and his entourage were in the green waters and green mountains of the Daimyo's Mansion and Jeju, accompanying the emperor to inspect the people's conditions, hunting and training.

"Although Genyue is good, it is not as beautiful as this natural landscape!" Zhao Ji looked at the lake and mountains and sighed.

"That's it! The most beautiful scenery is never made out of a pile. Hu Sanniang happily answered.

"The oldest song in our country sings: 'Break the bamboo, continue the bamboo, fly the soil, chase the meat.'" - Hunting here is far more refreshing than in Genyue! ”

"It's just that Genyue is still too small. The animals inside are all bred in captivity, and the wildness is getting smaller and smaller, and hunting is not boring. - Brother Ji, let's go to the lake for a walk. ”

"Life lies in movement, and emotion lies in collusion. Sanniang, after a few days outside, I feel that our hearts are closer! ”

The two of them came to the lake and talked as they went. Xiao Shunzi and others followed not far behind.

"Brother Ji, look, mandarin duck!" Hu Sanniang was surprised.

"It's really a mandarin duck! Spring River Plumbing Duck Prophet. ——Here is the spring river plumbing, the mandarin duck prophet! Zhao Ji looked intently.

"Because this is not a river, it's a lake!"

"Sanniang is ice and snow smart."

"There are a lot of poems written about mandarin ducks, and I like a little-known poet in the Tang Dynasty called Cui Jue the most, who wrote eight quatrains." Hu Sanniang said thoughtfully.

"I really haven't read it, you read it and listen to it." Zhao Ji was interested.

"The first one reads like this - 'It is difficult to pass on to the eagle cage parrot, and the rumor is not in front of the jade pass. The mandarin duck dreams on the pillow, and the dream has been broken for the next year. ’…… The last one is: 'People go to the end of the world to lazy upstairs, and the upstairs looks at the morning glory. The mandarin duck needle is on the mandarin duck line, and the line is about to be pushed and timid. ’”

"The poem is very well written, but it's a little sad!"

"Women are always sad!"

"Sanniang is a very angry woman!"

"Sometimes, I want to be a little girl!"

"Now, you're going to be my little girl."

Zhao Ji hugged Hu Sanniang at once and kissed her on the face several times.

"You're not afraid of being seen?" Hu Sanniang was full of joy, but deliberately pushed him to say.

"Look—count them as eyes-boons. The emperor's mother, that's a 'dragon gnawing'! Zhao Ji laughed heartily.

"Brother Ji, you haven't written poetry for a long time! Let's also have a mandarin duck poem. ”

"The mandarin ducks have been written by the ancients, so let's write something else. - You make the question, I'll write it. ”

Hu Sanniang was wandering around the lake, thinking of a difficult topic, and it was difficult to be the emperor. A gust of wind blew, my stomach tightened, I couldn't hold back, and let out a very loud fart.

Zhao Ji laughed when he heard this, and said, "Just take this as the topic, just take this as the topic!" ”

Hu Sanniang waved her hand again and again and said, "It's not good, it's not good!" How can a fart fit into a poem? ”

Zhao Ji didn't care about Hu Sanniang's objections, and said in a straight voice-

If you eat grains in life, you will inevitably suffer from gastrointestinal injuries. The beauty farts and smells, and the detoxification jade body is fragrant.

Hu Sanniang listened to it, but she didn't feel harsh, she smacked it for a while, and felt that it was not bad, so she smiled and said, "Brother Ji, your fart poems here are still quite interesting!" ”

Zhao Ji walked over, took Sanniang's hand and asked, "Tell me quickly, what does it smell?" ”

"Of course it's a fart!"

"You dare to say that my poems smell like fart......"

The two of them were fighting by the lake.

Xiao Shunzi sent fishing gear, and the husband and wife caught fish by the lake. Hu Sanniang's luck is very good, and she catches a white drifter for a while, a grass carp for a while, and a carp for a while.

Zhao Ji fished for a long time, but the fish just didn't bite the hook, so there was no way to be in a hurry.

Hu Sanniang turned her head and glanced at it, and said with a smile: "You have become Liu Zongyuan." 'Thousands of mountains and birds fly away, and thousands of people disappear. Lonely boat, fishing alone in the cold river and snow. —I'll give you a few. ”

Zhao Ji threw the fishing hook into the water again and said, "The first fat is not fat, and then the fat collapses the kang." Sanniang, wait and see, I will definitely catch a big carp! ”

The fish finally bites. Zhao Ji lifted the fishing rod and felt very heavy.

"It must be a big guy! Don't rush, slip it slowly. Hu Sanniang threw away her fishing rod and came over to help, carrying a fish basket in her hand, ready to pocket the fish in it at any time.

After slipping away for a while, Zhao Ji felt that it was almost the same, and began to close the line. Hu Sanniang stood barefoot in the lake and pointed the mouth of the basket against the fish's head. As soon as the "fish" appeared, Sanniang quickly sent the basket over, and the fish got into the basket at once.

Sanniang went ashore and laughed when she looked at the fish.

"What fish? What fish? Zhao Ji asked urgently.

"Where's the fish?! It's a big king! Hu Sanniang giggled again, and lifted the king up.

"This is not Wang Ba, it's a turtle. The unicorn, dragon, phoenix, and turtle are collectively known as the four spirit animals. I can catch a turtle, this is Ruixiang. The thousand-year-old king and 80,000-year-old turtle show that my Great Song Dynasty is eternal for 10,000 years! In the folk, turtles are also good. Golden beetle son-in-law, golden beetle son-in-law, whose daughter marries a golden beetle son-in-law, it will be burning high incense......" Zhao Ji happily explained.

Hu Sanniang suddenly remembered Li Shangyin's poem "For You" - for the infinite beauty of the cloud screen, Fengcheng is afraid of the spring night. married a golden beetle son-in-law for no reason, and lived up to the early dynasty of Xiangshu.

I wanted to read it to him, but when I thought about it, it would be disappointing, so I laughed and said, "You are my golden beetle son-in-law!" ”

Zhao Ji was really happy when he heard it.

As the sun sets, a bonfire is lit by the lake, and the aroma of grilled meat and fish wafts far away. The emperor was very excited to eat wild meat with everyone.

More than a dozen tents emerged from the soil like huge mushrooms, and the emperor and Concubine Wu De were in the center, and they looked no different from the outside, but they were different from the inside.

There is a pair of happy mandarin ducks and a pair of forgetful men and women. At this time, Zhao Ji is not the emperor, and Hu Sanniang is not a mother, they are a pair of primitive people who love men and women, in nature - field battles!

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