The Dumb Prince of the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 105 Li Jinglong: Yunwen, you have to believe me.

Royal Horse Ranch.

Zhu Yunwen, with his legs gripping the horse's belly and his hands tightly holding the reins, was galloping along.

Clang!

Zhu Chongwen was launched into the air from his horse, then landed face-first in a classic dog-eating manner.

He landed face down, his butt sticking up in the air, like a frog that had been slapped on the ground.

Several guards on the sidelines instinctively wanted to rush forward, but after taking a step, they forcibly pulled their feet back.

They all looked at the bamboo recliner outside the arena.

Li Jinglong is enjoying himself.

Zhu Yunwen lay on the ground panting for a while, and seeing that no one came to help him, he had no choice but to push himself up.

He stood up straight, wiped his face with his sleeve, and glared angrily at the sidelines.

Upon seeing this, he was so angry he almost lost his balance.

Li Jinglong lay sprawled on a bamboo recliner, with a palace maid standing behind him, gently massaging his shoulders with her small fists; another palace maid squatted beside him, holding a plate with sliced ​​autumn pears and peeled oranges on it.

"Keep riding!" Li Jinglong roared. "What are you looking at me for? Do you think the horse will ride you by itself?"

Zhu Yunwen gritted his teeth and struggled to climb back onto the horse.

The palace maid behind him, without stopping her work, asked worriedly, "Young Duke, will His Highness be hurt?"

Li Jinglong snorted and grabbed her soft little hand: "Why are you so fragile? He's a Zhu family member, he's tough."

"Back in the day, when my dad was teaching me to ride a horse, I was covered in bruises from all the falls. He's nothing compared to that!"

The palace maid blushed slightly when he grabbed her hand, but dared not pull it away.

Another palace maid flattered sweetly, "What the Young Duke says is true. The Young Duke is a famous—young general."

"You mean to say I'm a good-for-nothing, right?" Li Jinglong glanced at him.

The palace maid, terrified, hurriedly lowered her head: "This servant didn't! This servant wouldn't dare!"

Li Jinglong chuckled, stood up, stretched, and casually put his arms around one of the two palace maids on each shoulder.

He took two steps forward, arms around both of them, and shouted angrily at the field: "Running so slowly? Didn't you eat?"

Zhu Yunwen was riding his horse at a trot when he was startled by the shout and instinctively tightened his grip on the horse's belly.

The horse quickened its pace instantly, and Zhu Yunwen glanced out of the arena as it bounced along.

Li Jinglong embraced two women, making the two palace maids cover their mouths and laugh.

Zhu Yunwen was so angry that he gritted his teeth.

Clang!

The second fall.

This time it was even worse than the first time; he flew sideways and hit his head on a wooden stake.

Li Jinglong immediately released the two palace maids, craned his neck to look around, and said, "You two, quickly go and help the young prince over."

"Young Duke, weren't you supposed to let the young prince get up by himself?" the maid on the left asked softly.

Li Jinglong glared at her: "Didn't you hear the noise? You bumped your head this time. Is hitting your head the same as falling on your butt? Go now!"

Two palace maids hurriedly ran into the room.

Li Jinglong stood there, watching them help Zhu Yunwen out of the crooked fence. The little guy limped along, a bump rising on his forehead.

Two palace maids hurriedly helped Zhu Yunwen to the bamboo reclining chair and carefully placed him on it.

The bump on Zhu Yunwen's forehead had bulged quite high, turning bluish-purple.

"Quickly, go and summon the imperial physician!" Li Jinglong waved his hand.

The palace maid looked flustered and ran out of the horse farm.

Zhu Yunwen lay on the chair, his small chest rising and falling, tears welling up in his eyes, but he held them back with all his might.

Li Jinglong leaned closer, bent down, and reached out to gently touch the bump on his forehead.

"Hiss!" Zhu Yunwen grinned.

"Does it hurt?" Li Jinglong asked.

Zhu Yunwen's eyes could kill: "What do you think?"

Li Jinglong sighed: "Well, I'm doing this for your own good."

"Is this what you call doing it for my own good?" Zhu Yunwen said angrily, pointing to the still-growing bump on his forehead.

Li Jinglong adopted a candid tone: "Look at you, doesn't your father insist that you learn riding and archery? Which of those equestrian instructors dares to force you? Aren't they all coaxing you, afraid you'll even get a scratch? When will you ever learn to ride a horse then?"

"If I can't, I can't," Zhu Yunwen snorted.

Li Jinglong raised an eyebrow: "You really think so?"

Zhu Yunwen stared at him: "What's wrong? I'm a scholarly grandson of the emperor. I can't ride a horse, so what? In the future, governing the country will rely on the classics and principles, not on horseback skills."

"That makes sense, very much so." Li Jinglong changed the subject. "But Zhu Yunwen is younger than you, right? As far as I know, Chang Mao has already started teaching him to ride horses. Little Yunwen is quite fierce; I've heard he's brave and quick to learn. He might even learn riding and archery before you do."

A clear look of panic flashed in Zhu Yunwen's eyes.

Li Jinglong added casually, "In a sense, he is the legitimate son."

Zhu Yunwen stared intently at Li Jinglong for a long while before asking, "Are you truly trying to help me?"

"Of course! We'll be remembered in history, a legendary tale of a ruler and his minister," Li Jinglong said.

He thought to himself: He definitely left his name behind, one Ming Shizong and one Great Ming War God.

"I feel like you're trying to trick me," Zhu Yunwen said suspiciously.

Li Jinglong bent down, brought his face close to Zhu Yunwen's, their eyes met, and he said earnestly, "Yunwen, you have to trust me."

Those who believe in me will gain the world.

Zhu Yunwen rolled his eyes, closed them, and didn't even bother to say anything.

The sound of hurried footsteps approached.

Crown Princess Lü arrived in a hurry, accompanied by the imperial physician and a group of palace maids.

She lunged at Zhu Yunwen, her anger blazing as she looked at the bump on his forehead: "The imperial grandson has fallen like this! Are you all dead? How did you protect the imperial grandson? If anything had happened to him, you would all have lost your heads!"

The guards and palace maids were so frightened that they all knelt down, not daring to breathe.

Li Jinglong said casually, "There was no protection."

"How dare you! Li Jinglong, do you know how precious Yunwen is? If something goes wrong, can you bear the responsibility?" Madam Lü shouted angrily.

Li Jinglong curled his lip: "Crown Princess, a doting mother spoils her son. Your protection of him is not loving him, it's harming him."

"Li Jiujiang!" Madam Lü trembled with anger. "The imperial grandson is of noble birth. If anything happens to him, you can expect to be punished."

Li Jinglong scoffed, "Go ask around the Zhu family, from the Emperor down to the princes, who among them considers themselves a princess?"

Lady Lü was rendered speechless by his retort.

"Mother, this is not Jiujiang's fault," Zhu Yunwen said. "If I were afraid of falling off a horse, I would never ride a horse in my life."

Lady Lü looked at him with heartache: "Silly child, if you can't do it, you can't. Our Yunwen is meant to rule the world, why must he learn those fighting, horseback riding, and archery skills?"

"Mother, my grandfather is an emperor who rides horses, and my father is also skilled in archery and horsemanship. If I can't even ride a horse, what will my grandfather and father think of me?" Zhu Yunwen asked.

Lady Lü choked instantly.

Li Jinglong laughed loudly: "Hey, I didn't teach you for nothing, and you didn't bang your head for nothing."

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