Following Jiang Donglin's scolding, everyone immediately turned their heads away.
Jiang Qiulu coughed twice, and then pulled Jiang Donglin away from here.
"I have decided!"
On the way back to Tai Chi Hall, Jiang Qiulu stopped and said.
"What?" Jiang Donglin was confused.
"My worries won't change anything now."
"It's better to adjust your mentality and cope with emergencies."
"As the emperor of the Great Xia Dynasty, am I still afraid of some rebellious officials and traitors?" Jiang Qiulu said.
"Brother Imperial, you are right to think so."
"No matter what Brother Huang wants to do, I will fully support it." Jiang Donglin said.
From this moment on, something changed in Jiang Qiulu's heart.
If you want to survive here, in addition to having great strength, you also need to be as ruthless as an emperor.
From the beginning, Jiang Qiulu has been looking forward and backward, for fear of problems.
But the more Jiang Qiulu behaves like this, the more rampant the Yongwang faction becomes.
If you don't take some forceful measures, you won't be able to deter them at all.
What's more, I had previously planned to use some examples to establish prestige.
Returning to the Tai Chi Hall, Jiang Qiulu looked at the golden armor and long sword hanging on the wall.
"Donglin, let's discuss something." Jiang Qiulu said.
"Brother Emperor, just tell me what you have to say. There is nothing to discuss."
Then Jiang Qiulu turned around.
"I also want to learn swordsmanship."
"You can teach me in your spare time," Jiang Qiulu said.
Hearing that Jiang Qiulu wanted to learn swordsmanship, Jiang Donglin was stunned for a moment and then laughed.
"Why does the emperor suddenly want to practice martial arts?"
Jiang Qiulu took off the long sword hanging on the wall and pulled it out.
"In this troubled world, it is difficult to survive without some martial arts for self-defense."
"What if one day, an assassin comes to assassinate me while you or Commander Di are away?"
"I can handle it too," Jiang Qiulu said.
Jiang Donglin felt that what Jiang Qiulu said made sense, and then spoke.
"Brother Imperial, you have to think about it."
"If you want to practice martial arts, it is difficult at first. It requires strong perseverance." Jiang Donglin said with a smile.
Jiang Qiulu nodded.
"Of course I know this."
"If it weren't for the instability inside and outside the palace, I wouldn't have had this idea." Jiang Qiulu said.
"Okay, let's start tomorrow."
At night, the palace was silent.
Jiang Qiulu lay on the bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.
One is that I was too excited when I started to contact martial arts.
The other is thinking about how to make the next plan for King Yong's faction.
Now Li Qingxu, the son of King Yong, has returned to Kyoto.
Although this person cannot change the situation in Kyoto City, leaving it alone is not an option.
With his thoughts in disarray, Jiang Qiulu simply got up and did a set of push-ups and jumping jacks.
A person who is about to get into swordsmanship will not be able to do it if he does not have a strong body.
In the final analysis, Jiang Qiulu now only relies on Jiang Donglin and Di Yunhao to deter all dangers.
There is another important reason.
Even Jiang Xiawei, a girl, has self-defense skills.
Not to mention anything else, Jiang Qiulu had some difficulty wielding the long sword sent by Kyoto craftsmen.
But Jiang Xiawei used it effortlessly, which somewhat hit Jiang Qiulu's self-esteem.
If the day really comes when Jiang Xiawei comes to protect him, Jiang Qiulu feels that he can just take care of himself and pass away.
After struggling for a while, Jiang Qiulu finally felt tired and fell asleep slowly.
The next morning at court, Jiang Qiulu casually said a few words and then left the court.
Then he returned to Tai Chi Hall and started contacting Jiang Donglin.
"Brother Imperial, let's start with the most basic ones."
"For those who practice martial arts, basic skills are particularly important. It is simply impossible to become a master overnight."
Then he handed a wooden sword to Jiang Qiulu.
Jiang Qiulu took it and waved it casually a few times.
"Brother Imperial, watch carefully."
Then, Jiang Donglin quickly drew his sword, and Jiang Qiulu felt his eyes blurred.
The humanoid target in front of him was instantly disconnected.
Later, Jiang Qiulu also began to draw the gourd.
But Jiang Donglin was more than a little slow in his movements.
What's more, he used a wooden sword, while Jiang Donglin used his saber, so there was a certain difference in weight.
"Brother, don't be anxious. Practice swinging your sword at the target first, and then increase the weight little by little."
Therefore, under Jiang Donglin's guidance, Jiang Qiulu has been studying seriously.
Before I knew it, it was afternoon.
Jiang Qiulu was sweating profusely, put down the wooden sword in his hand, and then breathed a sigh of relief.
"Brother Imperial, let's stop practicing here today."
"Haste makes waste. If this continues, the body's meridians will be damaged," Jiang Donglin said.
"good."
Jiang Qiulu nodded, then took the teacup handed over by the guard and drank the tea in one gulp.
"Donglin, go get a bag tomorrow, fill it with sand, and hang it up." Jiang Qiulu thought for a while and said.
"Brother, do you want to practice close combat techniques?"
As a martial arts practitioner, Jiang Donglin immediately thought of Jiang Qiulu's intention.
"That's right."
"I have also practiced some fighting techniques. It's time to brush up on them."
Jiang Qiulu said while wiping his sweat.
"Can."
"But when did the emperor learn the fighting skills? I have never heard of them." Jiang Donglin asked.
Jiang Qiulu wiped his sweaty hands for a moment.
You can't tell him that you learned it in another world.
"When I went to the Jingxi camp to play, the soldiers there taught me a few tricks." Jiang Qiulu casually found an excuse to pass over.
Jiang Donglin believed it to be true and didn't ask too many questions.
At this time, Di Yunhao walked in.
"Your Majesty, the banquet matters have been handed down."
"All officials outside the palace have also been notified." Di Yunhao reported.
Jiang Qiulu nodded, then pointed to the chair next to him.
After Di Yunhao sat down, he saw the human-shaped target and the wooden sword on the ground.
"Your Majesty, are you practicing swordsmanship?" Di Yunhao asked.
"yes."
"I wonder if you've heard a word of it."
"Reading is for calmly reasoning with idiots."
"Fitness is for idiots to calmly reason with you," Jiang Qiulu said.
The two masters savored these words carefully and laughed immediately.
"Although these words are a bit vulgar, they are true." Di Yunhao said.
"That's natural."
"By the way, don't spread this matter outside." Jiang Qiulu said.
"Your Majesty, don't worry, only the three of us know about this matter." Di Yunhao replied.
"There's nothing to do tomorrow. Commander Di, please come over too."
"With the guidance of two masters, no matter how stupid I am, I can still achieve some results." Jiang Qiulu straightened his clothes and said.
"Okay, but..."
"But what?" Jiang Qiulu asked.
"You have to pay more!"
