The next day.
Zhao Hongming tied the bandage on himself again and appeared in front of Chen Xuerong with a weak look.
At this time, Chen Xuerong was wearing a white outfit and practicing with a wooden knife in the yard.
Her body was steaming with heat, and there was a layer of white mist floating in the air.
The morning light fell on her rosy side face, making her look like a fairy from the nine heavens descending to earth, extremely beautiful.
Chen Xuerong has been staying in the palace for the past two days, either guiding Zhao Hongming to practice Kung Fu, or practicing hard on his own.
Often appears around him.
This feeling is like having another personal bodyguard around you.
A little strange.
Zhao Hongming coughed and signaled his arrival.
Chen Xuerong heard the noise, came to his senses, and stopped practicing.
Zhao Hongming said with a slightly apologetic expression: "Miss Chen, I'm sorry, I'm afraid I won't be able to compete with you during this time."
"It doesn't matter, we can talk about the discussion later."
At that time, she saw that Zhao Hongming had mastered martial arts very well, so she subconsciously became serious.
As a result, Zhao Hongming was injured because he failed to control his strength in the end.
She has nothing to do with it.
Under this premise, Zhao Hongming did not blame her at all, which made her feel even more ashamed.
In fact, Zhao Hongming felt that his injury was a blessing in disguise.
At present, with the blessing of the Tiandao Huoqin martial arts panel, his martial arts have been basically perfected and mastered.
During this period, he was focused on practicing the Eight Desolations Eternal Age Skill, so whether he was injured or not would not have much impact on his practice.
Instead, you can use the excuse of being injured in the future to go deep and simple, and concentrate on practicing.
Just like this morning, he asked the people below to go to the study to take leave, and no one suspected it.
The prince and several royal brothers knew that he was injured while practicing martial arts, and asked someone to deliver some healing medicine, so that he got some benefits for nothing.
In addition, due to injury, Zhao Hongming can also use this as an excuse to let Chen Xuerong conduct personal demonstrations and explanations to reduce the number of actual competitions.
Avoid his dilemma and kill two birds with one stone.
"Your Highness. It's time to take medicine."
While the two were talking, Wang Bao pouted and held the medicine box, walking over step by step.
This medicine is a healing medicine sent by the royal brothers.
It has the effect of nourishing blood and replenishing qi and accelerating wound healing.
He has tested it on mice, and there is no problem. You can take it without fear.
Zhao Hongming took a pill and put it in his mouth, then took some warm water and swallowed it.
Because his wounds had healed under the influence of the Immortal True Intention.
Zhao Hongming took these elixirs purely as supplements, which could just improve his physical condition.
Zhao Hongming finished drinking the warm water and put the porcelain cup back on the tray.
Wang Bao bent over and lowered his head, his buttocks always swaying restlessly.
The last punishment with the cane also caused him considerable injuries.
And that rash little eunuch has not been seen again today, so he is probably in bad luck.
Regarding this matter, Zhao Hongming does not feel that he is too harsh.
Their royal family has no authority over martial arts and relies entirely on rewards and punishments to control order.
If you are too weak to those below you, you will lose your prestige.
Once prestige is lost, it will be extremely dangerous for the royal family.
Historically, it was generally difficult for children of the royal family who were weak or domineering to survive to adulthood.
Zhao Hongming thought slightly and said: "Come here, bring the golden sore medicine from my study room."
"yes."
In less than a dozen breaths, the servant brought the golden sore medicine from his study.
Zhao Hongming put it on the tray and said: "This medicine is very effective in treating trauma. Go back and apply it on your buttocks. Don't twist around in front of me."
Wang Bao's face was suddenly filled with a smile and he said, "I would like to thank Your Highness for the medicine."
Zhao Hongming said nonchalantly: "Go down and take good care of the people below from now on."
"yes."
Chen Xuerong saw that Zhao Hongming had a big stick in his left hand and a carrot in his right hand, and his methods of training the people below him were old-fashioned.
He doesn't look like a thirteen-year-old boy at all.
As if thinking of something, Chen Xuerong reminded: "Your Highness, your body is still relatively weak now, and the power of some elixirs may not be able to be digested well. I happen to know some medicinal diets that can regulate the body. I will go and talk to the kitchen Just tell the chef and let them cook it."
After saying that, Chen Xuerong walked out of the yard and went to the dining room.
Admiring her graceful back, Zhao Hongming felt happy in the morning.
After living in the palace for so many years, I would see either the eunuchs, the emperor concubine, or the nuns every day.
Opportunities like this don't come around often.
Soon, Chen Xuerong left and returned, carrying a bowl of hot soup. The bowl was still steaming, obviously it had just been cooked.
Chen Xuerong said: "This is Bajiuzi soup. Not only does it taste good, it can also stimulate the body's vitality. It is also of great benefit to Your Highness."
"Oh!" Zhao Hongming said, "Then I have to try it."
The little eunuch on the side saw this and hurriedly reminded him: "Your Highness, according to the rules of our palace, you need a little person to try it before you can taste it."
Zhao Hongming was quite satisfied with his management.
Regarding the Korean assassin he passed by earlier, he felt that his food was too casual and unsafe, and accidents could easily occur if he was poisoned.
Moreover, in this special period, the environment is turbulent.
So under his intentional or unintentional hint, Wang Bao wisely came up with a set of poison testing procedures.
Zhao Hongming feigned anger and said: "You little slave, can Miss Chen still harm me?"
The little eunuch was shaking like chaff, kneeling on the ground without saying a word.
Chen Xuerong came to the rescue at the right time and said: "What he said makes sense. Assassins are rampant in the palace now. His Highness should be more careful with his meals."
After saying that, she habitually picked up a small cup, took a spoonful, and tasted it herself.
“The flavor is a little bland.”
Zhao Hongming smiled and said, "I'll also try it."
He picked up the spoon and took a bite. The taste was a little sweet and a little sour, and he couldn't help but let out a long sigh.
"What's wrong?" Seeing him like this, Chen Xuerong frowned and said, "This soup is not to your Highness's liking."
Zhao Hongming shook his head and said, "That's not true. This soup is delicious."
"Then why?"
Zhao Hongming lowered his head, fiddled with the spoon in the bowl and said, "I have grown so big. This is the first time someone has cooked soup for me. I was filled with emotion and made Miss Chen laugh."
After hearing this, Chen Xuerong was speechless.
Only then did she remember that the prince in front of her lost his mother when he was four years old, and then lived alone for eight or nine years without anyone caring about him.
It must have been extremely hard for me to have no one to support me all these years.
Zhao Hongming drank the whole bowl of soup, and it gradually began to take effect, and his face became more rosy.
"Let's not talk about this anymore." Zhao Hongming said: "I will not be able to move easily in the future. I still hope that Miss Chen can explain more practical experience to me in the future, so that there will be no need for discussion."
"Okay." Chen Xuerong nodded and agreed.
