White tea legend

Chapter 181 Huaqing Palace Polo Ground
The saint went to Huaqing Palace to escape the summer heat and play polo, and Pei Zhaoyin breathed a sigh of relief.

It just gave him the opportunity to be treated with such dignity.

I hope that when the saint returns to Chang'an City in the autumn, his face will be restored to its original appearance.

After being burned and disfigured, Pei Zhaoyin realized that a person's face does not necessarily have to be handsome, but it must be normal and healthy.

Pei Zhaoyin's heart was beating fast. He stood in front of the bronze mirror, took a deep breath, and his hands trembled slightly. His once handsome face was now scarred by fire, and the charred gauze wrapped his hope and despair.

But today, he decided to face himself again and face the truth.

Slowly, he untied the layers of gauze covering his face, and every inch of exposed skin made his heart clench tightly.

However, when he completely uncovered it, the face reflected in the mirror made him stunned. The burnt area now only has a faint blush, and even the pain seems to have subsided.

That scar healed so quickly!

"Madam!" He couldn't help shouting, his voice full of excitement and incredible joy, "The medicine given by the White Lady is really very effective!"

Mrs. Pei hurriedly walked into the room after hearing the sound, and was equally surprised to see the change on her husband's face. She gently took out the precious herbs ground into powder sent by Lu Yu Caotang from the wooden box, and carefully and gently applied it on Pei Zhaoyin's face. Every movement revealed incomparable care and tenderness.

"This medicine was carefully developed by Mrs. White. It contains rare things such as Ganoderma lucidum and Snow Lotus. It has miraculous effects on the skin." Mrs. Pei explained softly while applying it gently.

Pei Zhaoyin looked at himself in the mirror, feeling an unprecedented sense of gratitude in his heart.

As the herbs took effect bit by bit, Pei Zhaoyin felt a coolness on his face, as if a clear spring was flowing, soothing his long-standing pain.

His heart gradually calmed down and he was full of expectations for the days ahead.

"Madam," he said warmly, "if I can recover as before, I will definitely reward the White Snake well."

Mrs. Pei smiled and nodded. She knew that her husband was a man who repaid his kindness.

"You just need to know that since we have recognized her as our adopted sister, your brother-in-law will be her supporter from now on."

"Don't worry, ma'am."

……

The sun is rising, and the sky is filled with glow.

Flags were flying on the polo field and drums were beating.

A group of soldiers wearing brocade robes, riding horses and holding long staffs, are waiting for a fierce polo match. On the sidelines, the soldiers patted each other on the back, laughed and chatted, and the atmosphere was warm.

Suddenly, there was a sound of hoofbeats, and everyone's attention was attracted by a tall and tall middle-aged man. He was riding on a tall horse, holding a polo stick in his hand, and looked calm.

This is the saint of today.

At the beginning of the game, players from both sides galloped on their horses, competing for the polo balls that shuttled across the field like meteors.

The saint's horseback riding was as smooth as clouds and water, every stroke was accurate, and every arc was drawn just right.

From time to time, he waved the polo stick in his hand, passing the ball skillfully to his teammates, or volleying hard, letting the ball fly into the goal like an arrow from the string.

The soldiers on the field were all inspired by the saint's performance.

They worked hard to cooperate, hoping to fight side by side with the saint. The polo flew through the air, every pass delivered with precision. The saint galloped on his horse and shuttled nimbly across the court. Every move he made seemed so natural and elegant.

As the game progressed, the soldiers surrounded the saint more closely, as if he was their spiritual support. Whenever the Saint grabs the ball, they will cheer for joy; whenever the Saint scores a goal, they are even more ecstatic. The game is coming to an end, and both sides are clinging to scores. At the critical moment, the saint stepped forward again. He jumped up vigorously and used all his strength to hit the ball hard. The ball was like a wild horse, breaking through the opponent's defense and going straight into the dead center of the goal.

The audience burst into thunderous applause and cheers.

In the audience, Yang Yunu stood up excitedly and waved his handkerchief at the saint on the court.

On the side, King Shou pulled her down.

"It will be our turn to play in a moment. Save your energy and perform well in front of your father."

Yang Yunu nodded, she wanted to perform well.

Yang Yunu didn't know that just when she stood up to cheer, a pair of eyes was looking at her with disgust.

……

"Sister, you don't like the daughter-in-law of Sister Hui Fei's family?" Ms. Liu asked Ms. Zhao.

Just now, in the audience, Ms. Zhao glanced at Yang Yunu with disgust, but Ms. Liu saw it.

Nowadays, there are three concubines in the saint's harem.

Although the saint's first wife, Wang, helped the saint put down the chaos of Empress Wei, the saint was appointed queen after he ascended the throne. However, as the Saint gradually grasped and consolidated his power, Queen Wang's family background and her own political ambitions gave her a certain degree of power in the court and became a threat to the Saint's power.

In order to prevent the tragedy of Si Chen from happening again, the conflict between the saint and Queen Wang became more and more serious, the relationship between the couple broke up, and Queen Wang was deposed.

Since then, the saint's harem has never had a queen. The most favored ones are Wu, Zhao, and Liu, and they only have the titles of Concubine Hui, Concubine Li, and Concubine Hua.

Li Fei Zhao was born in a humble family. Her father was a musician, so she was good at singing and dancing since she was a child. She was also beautiful. When the saint was still away from Luzhou, she came to the saint's side and gave birth to his son Li Ying. .

Today, Li Ying is the current prince.

Mother is more valuable than her son, so even if the Chinese concubine Liu gave birth to three sons for the saint, she still had to respect Zhao as "sister".

Of Liu's three sons, the eldest son was the eldest son of the saint, but the saint did not tilt the emotional balance towards Liu and the children, so the Zhao family and the Liu sisters had a relatively harmonious relationship.

Concubine Wu Hui, who also had three sons, was different.

Concubine Wu Hui's first son, the saint loved him extremely much. If he had not died young, it was not certain who would become the prince. After he died at a young age, the saint posthumously named him King of Xia and buried him in the East Ridge of Longmen, south of Luoyang City. It's evident how much she likes him.

The remaining two princes, King Shou and King Heng, have always been highly valued by the saints. There are often calls to depose the prince in the court, and there are even calls for one of King Shou and King Heng to be established as the new crown prince.

Therefore, the Zhao family was very afraid of Concubine Wu Hui.

I hate the house and the bird.

Therefore, Mrs. Zhao hated Princess Shou, who made noises even when watching a polo match. In addition to her temperament, she also hated her face.

"I heard that Sister Hui Fei doesn't like her either." Mrs. Liu covered her mouth.

"Why? Didn't she personally choose the daughter-in-law here? The Yang family of Hongnong, a prominent family in Guanzhong, has a very impressive background. Why don't you like her anymore?" Mrs. Zhao couldn't hide the sourness in her words.

Mrs. Liu looked around. Everyone was watching the game on the polo field. She and Ms. Zhao found a quiet place in the Huaqing Palace to enjoy the breeze. The maids were also sent away from a distance, so they felt more at ease when talking.

"The embroidered pillow is of no use. I heard that Princess Shou and Prince Shou were not getting along with each other. They even ran away from home. Sister Huifei was so angry that she almost vomited blood..."

When Zhao heard this, she immediately burst into laughter: "Is there such a thing? Absolutely!"