Chapter 78: The Little Official on Horseback (Part 1)

  Good kids don't come in, those who come in are all bad kids, above

  Sometimes I want red envelopes and clicks to split the line

  The poem says: "In the past, it was not worth boasting about, but now I have endless thoughts. The spring breeze is pleasant, and the horse's hooves are swift, one night seeing all the flowers of Chang'an." This is a seven-character poem "After Passing the Imperial Examination" by Meng Jiao, a poet from the Tang Dynasty in Yang Zhao's previous world. It describes the glory and splendor of riding a horse through the streets after passing the imperial examination. However, in this era where Yang Zhao currently resides, although the imperial examination system has been established, its importance is far less than it was in later generations. In the imperial court, officials who can speak up are either from high-ranking families in Shandong or noble families from Guanxi. The voices of scholars from humble backgrounds are weak and insignificant, merely decorative. It's worth noting that the nine-rank system has been in place for hundreds of years, and even after Yang Jian came to power and tried to open up the situation, making it so that the power is not entirely controlled by aristocratic families, the accumulated ills of the past cannot be cleared up overnight.

  After Yang Zhao crossed over, although he also read a lot of classics such as the Four Books and Five Classics, if he were to take the imperial examination like a scholar from a humble background, it would be absolutely impossible for him to pass. However, "a new marriage is better than passing the imperial examination, wearing red flowers on one's head is like being a top scholar". At this moment, although he didn't have the red flowers on his head, he was indeed holding a beautiful young woman in his arms, hurrying back home to make up for the wedding night. The phrase "the horse's hooves are swift when one is proud and satisfied" is truly not an exaggeration.

  The bright moon was originally called "everyone" with a respectful title, its beauty and elegance were so captivating that it made people wonder if the Moon Palace Chang'e had descended to the mortal world. It had an incredible charm that shocked people's hearts and cleansed the mundane dust.

  Yang Zhao's father, Yang Guang, was a handsome man, and his parents, Xiao Shi, were recognized as one of the most beautiful women in Jiangnan. With such excellent parental genes, Yang Zhao naturally inherited their good looks. He had sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, with an elegant and refreshing demeanor.

  Now, riding together with Mingyue on a horse through the streets of Daxing, they were truly eye-catching, attracting attention wherever they went.

  Actually, the news of Shu Wang's uprising had already spread throughout Daxing. However, Yang Xiu, with a small region, dared to resist the world, and his name was not in harmony with heaven. This is useless no matter how eloquent his declaration was. Therefore, although the Shu army's military strength was flourishing, few people believed that Yang Xiu could really fight his way to Daxing and sit on that golden throne. The locals and traveling merchants in the city were doing their usual business without any worries. At this moment, passersby who saw the couple couldn't help but glance at them, but what shot out of their eyes was not contempt or disdain.

  The Great Sui Dynasty had a broad and inclusive mind, embracing the world. Therefore, the local customs were open-minded, comparable to modern times in the 21st century. On the contrary, among the thousands of piercing gazes, what filled the air was admiration and appreciation. Many onlookers whistled loudly, cheering and shouting. The bright moon was so embarrassed that she lowered her head and leaned against Prince Wang's chest, not daring to raise her eyes slightly. Yang Zhao was delighted, throwing away his earlier unpleasant feelings. He wrapped his arms around the jade-like woman in his embrace and softly recited a poem, "After Passing the Imperial Examination", more than a hundred years ahead of its time. Mingyue was a talented woman, and she couldn't help but be drawn to it again. She murmured, savoring the 28 characters, suddenly flushing bright red once more, saying: "So... so you're not a good person either, Ah Zhao! In such a public place, you'd actually compose such passionate and beautiful poetry, truly embarrassing me to death!"

  Yang Zhaohui was taken aback and said, "Where did you think of this? This poem is clearly about the joy of passing the imperial examination and being named on the golden list, how could it be a mournful or sensual poem?"

  Mingyue shook her head, saying: "Ah Zhao, you are now the king and may become emperor in the future. With your noble birth and royal bloodline, why would you need to participate in the imperial examination like those common scholars? 'Yesterday's humble beginnings are not worth boasting about, but today's thoughts have no bounds.' What past mistakes do you want to make up for today? It's clear... it's clear that you just don't want good things." As she spoke, her voice grew softer. A red glow spread across her face, making her look even more lovely and charming.

  Yang Zhao's fingers trembled with excitement as he spoke in a gentle voice, "Haven't you heard that the wedding night is just like passing a small imperial examination? My dear wife, our last time was too rushed and doesn't count. This time back in Daxing, I must make it up to you properly. With the spring breeze and the horse's hooves swift, aren't we now... riding together? One night, let's take in all the flowers of Chang'an... Don't worry, among the many famous flowers in Daxing City, only you are worthy of being plucked by my own hands."

  Mingyue's heart was moved, and her eyes involuntarily reddened again. She whispered softly: "Azhao, Azhao, Mingyue knows that you are the prince and the crown prince, and in the future, there will definitely be many women by your side. Mingyue is of humble origin and has no qualifications to be your proper wife, nor does she dare to have such extravagant hopes. However... as long as Azhao says this one sentence, even if Mingyue were to die instantly, she would already be content."

  "You little fool, what are you thinking about?" Yang Zhao didn't want her to think about such negative and pessimistic things anymore. He tightened his arms around her and comforted her: "We still have a long life ahead of us, why talk about dying? Ah, right, last time... didn't you say you wanted to leave some descendants for me? Have you succeeded?"

  "No... nothing..." Ming Yue's voice was filled with guilt, saying: "This month's Tian Kui has also passed, but... Ah Zhao, Ming Yue owes you an apology."

  "No? No big deal if not." Yang Zhao chuckled and said, "Actually, I didn't want to become a dad so early myself. But my mom - that is, Mingyue's mother-in-law - seems to be eager to upgrade her status quickly. How about we start trying now?"

  The bright moon's face was red as if covered with rouge, her skin hot, and her heart racing. She said: "Tonight, it all depends on...it all depends on your husband's intentions."

  "Are we going to make it by tonight?" Yang Zhao raised his head to glance at the sun, which was still in the middle of the sky. Suddenly, a sly idea flashed through his mind, and he smiled, saying: "I'm afraid I can't wait any longer." He grasped the reins and gently turned the horse's head, and the fine steed understood its master's intention, immediately changing direction to leave the main road and take a secluded small path.

  There were very few pedestrians on this side, and the houses on both sides of the road were mostly old and vacant. It was good to avoid being pointed at and watched, but when Mingyue returned to Da Xing for a long time, she found that this road did not lead to the Wang family's mansion in Henan at all. Moreover, Yang Zhao's words just now made her heart panic, and she couldn't help but ask tremulously: "A Zhao, where does this road go?"

  "I don't know, who cares?" Little King Wang chuckled and slid his left hand into Mingyue's collar, opening her tight-fitting clothes and pressing his hot hands on her full breasts. Under the bright sunlight, he dared to be so reckless, and Mingyue couldn't help but cry out in surprise - but only managed to let out half a cry before Yang Zhao pressed his lips tightly onto hers. Their tongues entwined like snakes, and the intense pleasure surged forth, with only a few symbolic struggles of "mmm...". This beautiful woman soon went limp all over, unable to resist or even wanting to resist anymore.

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