Zhao Xi still took it for granted, his brain didn't have the impression of one thousand war horses at all, nor did he have the impression of Dutian Station, and thought that when he arrived at Dutian Station, he should be able to see the war horses.

  This is going out of the city. For Zhao Xi's request, Zhao Zhen was in a dilemma. Originally it was a tangled character, involving Xier... even more tangled.

  The masters should have stopped it, at least for Zhao Xi's playful request, they should have scolded him, but now that they've received his help, they're changing their faces and feeling embarrassed.

  "The official can dispatch one commander of the Imperial Guard to go with him."

  "Your Excellency, I can go with the young master."

  Zhao Xi looked at Chen Zhi Zhong and Chen Lin both saying this, and was somewhat bewildered.

  What's going on? Do we need to send guards? Isn't it just Bianliang? With three to five people... I guess it's unlikely, but with thirty or fifty people, it should be fine, right?

  "The officials, having made a temporary decision, even if there were some scoundrels, they would have no preparation."

  In the past hundred years of our country, now that the people are living and working in peace and contentment, how can it be? Zhao Xi was very puzzled by Jia Changchao's ominous words, as if going out would be almost like looking for death.

  To be honest, Zhao Xi has been in the palace every day for several years, except for watching the lanterns on New Year's Eve at Xuan De Gate, and really wants to see the scenery of Bianjing City.

  With such a good excuse, how could he bear to miss it?

  I'm really grateful, whether it's Lao Chen Lin or the two gentlemen Jia and Chen, being able to help speak up for him is crucial for Zhao Zhen.

  The old man's ears have gone soft.

  ……

  Zhao Xi didn't expect that going out would be such a hassle. If he had known earlier, it would have been better to just stay in the palace, it's too troublesome.

  I thought it was just a matter of going out, but who would have thought there were so many tedious rules.

  First was the dressing, followed by the selection of attendants, both the inner guards and palace maids were chosen. Then... although there was no more trouble with Zhao Xi, he still had to wait for a long time.

  Lao Chen Lin personally screened the imperial guards and went to the Palace Guard Bureau to select a commander.

  It's a good thing there wasn't a lunch break at that time, otherwise as soon as they left the palace gate, everyone would have had to stop and eat.

  This is the real-life version of "Along the River During the Qingming Festival".

  Zhao Xi lifted the curtain of the sedan chair and looked through the crowd to finally see the real and clear Bianliang City in broad daylight.

  On both sides of the street are closely packed houses, tea shops, wine shops, foot shops, meat shops, temples and government offices.

  There are shops selling silk, jewelry, incense and paper offerings, as well as medical clinics, carriage repair services, fortune-telling and face-reading services, with all sorts of trades and professions available.

  Pedestrians fill the streets, rubbing shoulders and treading on each other's heels, a never-ending stream. There are merchants doing business, scholars admiring the scenery, officials riding horses, vendors calling out their wares, wealthy families being carried in sedan chairs, monks with packs on their backs, travelers asking for directions, children listening to storytellers, young nobles drinking wildly in wine houses, and crippled old beggars at the city gate. Men and women, old and young, scholars, farmers, artisans, merchants, people of all nine social classes, everything is here.

  On both sides of the street, there were various vehicles yielding to each other, including sedan chairs, camels, ox carts, rickshaws, wheelbarrows and flat-bed carts, all shapes and sizes, a complete array.

  Apart from the patchy buildings, it is not much different from the imagined "Qingming Shanghe Tu". Also, the real Bianliang does not have the compactness of "Qingming Shanghe Tu".

  The imperial prince's procession... This is still supposed to be low-key, a quiet trip out, but with this kind of fanfare, won't the people in the capital know? Even if young people haven't seen it before, they'll be told by their elders.

  Nowadays, there is only one prince, and that is Prince E.

  At this time, Zhao Xi could feel the treatment of future stars... only the fans were not so crazy.

  No one shouted or rushed forward; people just stood on both sides of the street, smiling and waving goodbye...

  Zhao Xizhen is starting to like this era.

  People always behave with such elegance and refinement, even when they are excited to see the King of Wu, their emotions are expressed in a very elegant way... perhaps others are not as excited, but Zhao Xi just thought too much.

  Almost circling Bianliang, even Zhao Xi got tired of the street view and put down the sedan curtain.

  So he didn't see those... He didn't feel regretful because he didn't know, but those young ladies felt regretful.

  Zhao Xi thought this was just a boastful story, after all, it was his first time leaving the palace. Only when they finally reached the city gate did he realize that they actually had to walk that far.

  Also understood at the same time, Lao Die's hesitation and Jia Changchun's words.

  This is going out of town!

  A thousand war horses, it's really shocking.

  When Zhao Xi saw a piece of empty land surrounded by war horses outside the city, he was really shocked.

  He could imagine the scene of so many war horses galloping, and even imagine how the warriors would feel when facing the galloping war horses. Even he himself was not sure if he could remain calm in the face of galloping war horses...

  "Your Majesty, the northwest barbarians are treacherous and have deceived us!"

  The groom's total cannot say that he does not understand himself, and even more cannot say that the king does not understand. The king understands or not, it is they who receive the war horses.

  This shout brought Zhao Xi back. He was still thinking of forming a picture of war horses fighting in his mind.

  "Tell me in detail."

  "Reporting to Your Majesty, we went to the outskirts of Dashacheng to receive the war horses. There was no problem during this time. However, after we corralled and fed the war horses, upon inspection by the officials in charge, it was discovered that these war horses had suffered hoof damage from traveling thousands of miles."

  "If we give the war horses to the border army and march over a thousand miles again, by then the hooves of the war horses will be severely damaged and can no longer bear the expedition in battle."

  "So, these war horses can only be dispersed and raised separately, waiting for the next generation to maintain their combat effectiveness. Or they will be demoted to draft horses."

  Zhao Xie was able to guess the cat's hiding place in the horse monitor, but he was uncertain about the truth of this statement.

  However, there is one thing that Zhao Xi found strange - in later generations, no one had ever heard of the saying that a horse was useless just because of its hooves.

  "Is it merely due to hoof damage?"

  He still has to confirm it.

  Indeed! Please take a look, Your Highness.

  What's going on? Shouldn't there be a horseshoe?

  When Zhao Xi saw the lifted hoof, he found that the outer edge of the hoof was severely worn, and even the hard shell on the outside was about to be peeled off...

  It shouldn't be like this, isn't there a way to make horseshoes at this time?

  Zhao Xi thought it was Dah Xia's side being deliberate, and leaned in closer to take a look...

  "Your Highness, this is a war horse, it's extremely fierce and unruly, don't get close!"

  Zhao Xi listened to the advice and indeed could no longer get closer, otherwise with one slip-up, she would definitely ruin her own appearance.

  However, he still saw clearly that there were no nail holes around the hoof.

  "Where is the supervisor?"

  Zhao Xi suddenly asked in a confused manner. Talking about horseshoes, what does it have to do with the Ministry of Works?

  "The king will make an inspection within the city."

  "Move forward and act as a monitor. Oh... right, you go together."

  He didn't know the name of the person in charge of the horse stable, but he had to let him accompany him.

  Zhao Xizhen didn't want to show off these little tricks, but it's just that simple things are hard to come by in this era.

  This should be related to the major events of the imperial court.