Chapter 309 Teaching Boxing

Style: Historical Author: A waste of fameWords: 2045Update Time: 24/01/12 02:33:30
Under the sound of morning bells, the Forbidden City is solemn and majestic. Courtiers file into the palace to make pilgrimages. Eunuchs and maidens are busy performing their duties. There is only one place where people are buzzing.

Caolanchang in the imperial city is now the eunuch training camp.

Needless to say, the manpower of Gongzi Camp practiced Sanjiu in winter and danced when hearing the chickens. In this fashion, they also served as instructors to train the reserve eunuchs in boxing.

When Chang Yu and Wu Zhong arrived at Caolanchang, they were surprised to find that in the corner, Prince Zhu Ci?R was also practicing with these eunuchs. They were really puzzled.

Although Chizhu Ci?R has recently begun to practice martial arts, the East Palace has its own small school grounds, and there are guards such as Tang Potian, including many experts from various factions. There is no need for him to come here to get involved if he wants to practice martial arts.

Hurrying over to see Zhu Ci? R: "Prince, what are you..."

Zhu Ci?R wiped the hot sweat from his head, and seeing Chang Yu's confused expression, he explained: "My father didn't call me to attend the court meeting today, so I came here to feel the atmosphere here when I have nothing to do. It's really not like being in the East Palace." So boring.”

Chang Yu said oh, this is actually an infection of the environment. For example, if a person exercises at home, he will feel boring and without any passion, but in an environment like the gym, he will become full of motivation.

"I've heard that the prince has been practicing martial arts recently, and when I saw him today, the rumors turned out to be true." Chang Yu sincerely appreciated him.

Zhu Ci?R sighed: "The more I heard in the court, the more I felt that literati were useless." He waved his fist and said: "It is said that culture can stabilize the state and force can rule the country. To conquer the world, we need force, and to defend the world, we also need force! However, The whole country values ​​civility over military affairs. This time the national crisis is at the forefront, but most civil servants are traitors to the country... I hate that I can’t send troops on the battlefield, and kill the thieves now!"

Chang Yu smiled bitterly and shook his head: "This is the reality. Military generals with millions of soldiers will eventually surrender and be under suspicion. How can they be as comfortable as civil servants? They can gain glory and wealth with just words and pens."

"We have always heard that civil servants disturb the government, but we should never listen to a warrior who disrupts the country." Zhu Ci? .

Wuzhong next to him was a little dizzy. Entering the imperial city for the first time was enough to make him dazzled. Who would have thought that he could meet the current prince?

"Who is he and why does he look so unfamiliar?"

Zhu Ci?R finally noticed the burly man in front of him. He looked around with curiosity in his eyes, looking like a fool who had just entered the city.

"Crap, grass..." As soon as Wu Zhong opened his mouth, Zhu Ci?R became angry. Who the hell was he scolding?

"Fuck, grassman Wuzhong pays homage to the crown prince." Wuzhong was so nervous that he knelt down and kowtowed.

Zhu Ci was stunned and turned to look at Chang Yu, who was suppressing a smile and said, "My new little brother has never seen the world. Let's take him to the palace for a walk."

Seeing that Wuzhong was tall and tall, and although he looked nervous, Zhu Ci could not help but turn his head and ask Chang Yu in a low voice: "Lian Jiazi?"

Chang Yu nodded and hummed.

"Very powerful?"

Chang Yu nodded again and looked around the Caolan Field: "No one is invincible here."

Zhu Ci?R looked horrified: "Even you?"

Chang Yu curled his lips and nodded reluctantly: "For now!"

Damn it! Zhu Ci?R took a breath of air. He knew how fierce Chang Yu was, but the man in front of him was even ashamed of the God of War in his heart. How powerful was that? He glanced at Wuzhong who was still kneeling on the ground: "You stand up".

"Grandpa, thank you." Wuzhong stood up and retreated behind Chang Yu. He could feel the prince's eyes scanning him, but he didn't have the courage to look directly at him.

"Since you are a great master, let me open my eyes." Zhu Ci?R waved his hand, and several guards gathered behind him.

With Chang Yu's power, it is no problem to challenge several guards alone. Since this person is so highly praised by Chang Yu, he must be even more powerful. There are five East Palace guards at the beginning.

Wu Zhong looked sideways at Chang Yu.

Chang Yu nodded: "Don't be harsh."

Bajiquan is so powerful that if you use your full strength, you will suffer injuries to your muscles and bones.

Fight whenever you want. Wuzhong stands in the middle, surrounded by five guards, full of fighting spirit and eager to try.

ha! There was a thunder in the dry land in Wuzhong, with the momentum of a dragon and an angry bull. The people around could not help but retreat in shock, and then the battle was triggered.

Without any fancy posture, Wuzhong in the encirclement was furious, using his fists and kicks at the same time. Within a few breaths, the five guards lay on the ground, covering their wounds with painful expressions on their faces.

Zhu Ci?R was so shocked that he couldn't even see clearly. He just listened to Wuzhong laughing non-stop, and then his man lay down...

It’s actually not that interesting to watch. Chang Yu is also very fierce and not sloppy, but it looks so exciting...

"Can this person..." Zhu Ci?R pulled Chang Yu over and whispered, he was already attracted by Wuzhong.

"No." Chang Yu flatly refused before he could finish his words: "It would be a waste of money for such people to stay in the palace. If they are taken out, the court will have a strong general in the future. If they advance, they can open up territories for the Ming Dynasty. If they retreat, they can be called the Ming Dynasty." Preserve the inheritance for eternity."

Zhu Ci?R sighed sadly, knowing that what Chang Yu said was reasonable, but he really liked the seemingly honest and somewhat cute man in front of him. After weighing it again and again, he had to give up, but made a request, asking Wuzhong to teach him kung fu and teach him that A kind of skill that can torture Chang Yu.

Now Wuzhong was both flattered and confused. Looking at the pleading look on Chang Yu's face, he didn't know how to teach!

"You should teach the prince how your father taught you back then," Chang Yu said softly, patting him on the shoulder.

Wu Zhong yelled, walked up to the prince, and kicked him: "You bastard, stand still..."

Immediately, Wuzhong, who was pushed to the ground by the guards, looked frightened and asked Chang Yu for help. What on earth is going on...

Chang Yu covered his face and turned around... Damn, you're so awesome. I've been in the palace for so long and I don't even have the guts to understand the prince. I respect you as a man in Wuzhong!

"Mr. Factory, Mr. Factory, the Queen summons you to the palace." Fang San came running panting.

Chang Yu glanced at the angry and dumbfounded Zhu Ci?R next to him, and shrugged: "This person is a bit confused. Do you think you should follow me to see the queen, or continue to let him teach me?"

Zhu Ci?R snorted: "A bastard can beat my guards to pieces, even you... That's all, you go see the Queen Mother. I really want to see how the bastard learns it today." This ability."

Chang Yu smiled slightly awkwardly: "Yes, but you must hold still, I want to be alive, don't come back and give me a corpse"!

Zhu Ci couldn't help but chuckle, but Wuzhong, who was pinned to the ground, looked even more panicked. Seeing that Chang Yu was about to leave, he shouted: "Supervisor..."

"You teach him how your father taught you, but you can't do it how your father beat you. If you keep doing this, I will chop off your head, and I will be helpless." Chang Yu knelt down and patted Wuzhong. After whispering on his forehead, he stood up and left. .

Wuzhong cried with a sad face, this is how my father taught him, if he doesn't beat him, it won't be good.