Chapter 135 Saving the Paranoid Prince 27
The shawl was bought for him by Lingyao.
Lingyao likes to buy things that are fancy and colorful.
Obviously she always dresses very plainly.
But she just likes to give Murong Jing'an some beautiful and bright clothes and jewelry.
The jade pendants around his waist filled a box.
Murong Jing sometimes wondered where her money came from.
Moreover, Murong Jing found that it seemed that Lingyao had spent almost all her money every time, as he hadn't seen her buy anything recently.
Lingyao would be closer to him than usual.
Not long after, she started spending money like water again.
After listening to the secret guard's report, Murong Jing stretched out his hands that were patting the snow and caught the snowflakes floating in the air.
The snow was cold, but it melted quickly when it fell into his warm palm.
"Notify them that we can start closing in on this hunting trip."
The palace would go hunting twice a year, once in summer and once in winter.
In addition to testing the royal children's archery and horsemanship, it is also a good opportunity for the royal children and the children of officials to build closer relations.
In the past, times like this were also a good opportunity for those princes to humiliate Murong Jing.
After all, everyone knows that Murong Jing had a serious illness when he was young, and he could not practice martial arts or ride a horse.
Among them, the second prince and the fourth prince were the most arrogant.
They are all from the Seventh Prince, which is the same faction as the current emperor.
Since childhood, the Seventh Prince was dissatisfied with Murong Jing's position as the crown prince.
As the followers of the Seventh Prince, the Second Prince and the Fourth Prince naturally had to humiliate Murong Jing in order to please the Seventh Prince.
Now that the Seventh Prince has become the Emperor, the two will not let go of this opportunity.
Just as Murong Jing's carriage stopped and the people hadn't gotten out yet, mocking voices were heard outside the carriage.
"Our Fifth Prince is really spoiled. He came to the horse farm in a carriage. I almost thought it was a young lady from some family." The voice of the Fourth Prince.
There was a burst of laughter.
The second prince came out and said, "Fourth brother, don't say that. Have you forgotten that our fifth prince fell ill when he was a child and couldn't ride a horse?"
The fourth prince cried out exaggeratedly.
"You are almost useless, so why are you still here in the hunting ground? Go back and grow some flowers and plants..."
Murong Jing had long since turned a blind eye to these words, and sometimes even thought that these two idiots were extremely boring.
But now, his hand that was about to lift the curtain paused and then he withdrew it.
He sat back in his original position, his narrow eyebrows half drooped, and pinched Lingyao's little finger with his fingers.
His voice was low and slow: "Don't be angry, I'm used to you being gone all these years."
The secret guard standing beside the car listened and lowered his head in shame for his master.
Yes, yes, yes, every time these two princes bully Your Highness, something bad will happen within a few days.
Either he was pushed into the water and nearly suffocated, or his horse went crazy and out of control and nearly fell to his death.
Lingyao looked at Murong Jing indifferently and said nothing.
With just a flick of her finger, two agate beads flew out from between her fingers.
The curtains were lifted and lowered by the wind.
The children of the noble families and the royal family who were chatting together saw the Second Prince and the Fourth Prince kneel to the ground with a thud.
Because they were talking facing the carriage just now, it looked like they suddenly knelt down facing Murong Jing in the carriage.
The atmosphere was extremely strange.
Lingyao suddenly pressed down the corner of Murong Jing's mouth which was unconsciously upturned.
"What are you laughing at?"
She asked suddenly and naturally, as if she was just asking casually.
But this question made Murong Jing feel inexplicably guilty. His narrow eyelids were raised, and his brows turned dark.
"It's a bit nice to go hunting with you."