Suffering is something you ask for, but suffering can bring rewards. At this time, you can only grit your teeth and persevere.
Unlike Li Yun's arm attack, Xu Ze's every sneak attack was in a different position. In one case, the scabbard was even aimed at between the legs. If Li Xian hadn't reacted faster, his future sexual well-being would have been in jeopardy.
As the sun set in the west, when Xu Ze finally finished his words, Li Xian sat down on the ground.
If it was just physical fatigue, he wouldn't have reached this point. The key is that today's training is not only taxing on the body, but also on the mind.
In the morning, I have to watch out for the willow sticks that Li Yun pulled over, and in the afternoon, I have to watch out for Xu Ze's elusive scabbard. It's really...
After the training, Xu Zejian walked over with a smile, cupped his hands and said, "Your Highness, if you think I'm doing something dirty, why not give me a kick?"
Li Xian rolled his eyes and gasped: "Kicking is necessary, but I have a doubt now. Why did you bastard go towards my crotch several times? If I hadn't reacted quickly, I would have looked for you. Do you believe it or not, it’s not me who is in trouble? Tell me, according to your words, I will decide where to kick you."
Xu Ze chuckled: "Your Highness, you are looking down on me. Every attack I make has some spare power. Even if you don't react in time, you can take it back."
Hearing what Xu Ze said, Li Xiancai got up hard and kicked him with all his strength.
Xu Ze, who had been kicked, didn't move at all, like a stone. Li Xian looked carefully and saw that there was no trace of movement in his footsteps.
This is the benefit of squatting horse stance. Stability of the lower body is the foundation of martial arts practice.
After this kick, Xu Zecai smiled and led others to take turns.
Li Xian glanced around and saw no sign of Li Yun. It was estimated that he hadn't come back yet, so he casually called a eunuch to help him back to his room.
too tired!
What is Li Yun doing?
Li Xian would never have imagined that Li Yun was now in the emperor's Jinluan Palace, and the picture he drew was placed in front of the emperor.
After looking at the drawings again, Li Zhi's unwavering voice rang out: "Li Yun, go to the palace gate and ask him to ride in."
Li Yun agreed and hurried to the palace gate to greet him.
After the emperor saw the drawings, he ordered Cheng Wuting and Su Qingjie to go to the palace to meet the emperor. Unfortunately, neither of them lived in the imperial city, but in their own manor outside the city, so it took a while to get there.
Night had fallen at this time, but there were still three riders coming from outside Chang'an.
Jiang Hao used his waist card to call the gate of the city gate, rode his horse through the cleared Zhuque Street, and led two other riders to the Daming Palace without any hindrance.
The three cavalry arrived at Danfeng Gate. A general following Jiang Hao tightened his reins and said loudly: "General manager, it's not appropriate for us to ride the horses inside. It's a great funeral now. Although the prince's coffin is in the East Palace, it is not in the main palace." There are many tablets.”
Jiang Hao nodded and said, "The general is very considerate, but I am rude."
After saying that, the three of them will dismount and prepare to walk into the palace.
But at this moment, Li Yun, who was riding a horse, rushed out of the Danfeng Gate. The horse made a beautiful circle on his crotch, and then changed direction.
"The saint has an order. You can ride on horseback and drive directly to the Jinluan Hall to meet the saint."
Upon hearing this, Cheng Wuting and Su Qingjie looked at each other and quickly urged the war horses to enter the palace.
From this order, they heard an anxious note.
However, they never imagined that there was anything else that required the emperor to order them into the palace so urgently.
Are there police at the border?
You're kidding, now it's too late for the countries around Datang to please the Tang Dynasty. Who dares to make trouble? Even Tubo is not to the extent that it needs to be treated like this.
The four riders arrived in front of the Jinluan Hall without any obstruction. Li Yun and Jiang Hao were still controlling the horses to slow down, but Cheng Wuting and Su Qingjie had no such intention. They jumped down before the horses stopped.
All of them had been on the battlefield. Although they were leaning left and right in a very awkward manner, they did not fall. Instead, they continued to run with great strength and ran towards the palace gate.
If we really want to start a war, we must seize the opportunity!
Both of them have inherited the title. Although they hold important positions, it is extremely difficult to take a step forward in the title. Not to mention the intrusion of foreign enemies, there were three or five traitors in a certain hut, and both of them wanted to go there and kill them.
It’s boring! Staying in Chang'an all day has made me grow fat on my belly.
The two of them rushed to the entrance of the palace, took a quick look, and saw the prince's tomb. They quickly slowed down, lowered their heads, and entered with cupped hands to apologize.
The saint was sitting in front of the memorial tablet, facing the door of the palace, with a large table in front of him.
When they reached the saint, they knelt down on one knee and waited for instructions.
Li Zhi, who had closed his eyes in deep contemplation, opened his eyes and looked at the two of them, and said, "How handsome is Feng Feng Huo Huo? Go and offer incense to the prince first."
Knowing how deeply the saint suffered from the loss of his son, the two people quickly stood up and each offered three sticks of incense to the prince before returning to the saint.
Before the two of them knelt down on one knee again, Li Zhi pointed in front of him and said: "Sit down, don't be restrained. I urgently summoned you to the palace today just to show you the drawings drawn by King Yong. I imagined for a while, I found that these things may seem simple, but in actual use, they are very effective.
You all have family backgrounds, especially Cheng Wuting. You have fought with your father in the north and south over the years, and you are very clear about the affairs of the army. Do you think this method of physical training can be extended to the army? "
pattern?
King Yong?
Promotion?
They knew the meaning of every word the emperor said, but after putting it together, they didn't understand anything. Why was King Yong associated with something that was promoted to the army?
Now that the emperor had spoken, the two of them were no longer restrained. They sat cross-legged in front of the emperor, and each of them picked up a drawing and started reading.
It didn't matter, the two of them were not satisfied with their fantasy, and even started dancing in front of the emperor. Move for a while, change to another drawing, and move on.
After the two of them acted randomly for a while, Cheng Wuting said in surprise: "Your Majesty, do you think this drawing belongs to His Highness King Yong?"
Li Zhi nodded: "That's right. After King Yong arrived in Chang'an, he had nothing to do, so he came up with the idea of practicing martial arts. Just today, the person who taught him asked him to use sandbags to practice, but he was not satisfied and ordered The servants asked craftsmen to cast these things. The general manager of the palace thought that these things were very mysterious, so he suggested that they be cast by the general supervisor, and he even sent them to me. I was very surprised after reading them, so I asked you to come and take a look."
The two looked at each other, and Su Qingjie said seriously: "Your Majesty, you should reward His Highness King Yong and the manager of the palace. The general just tried it and found that these things can exercise different parts of the human body. If you use Properly, it will greatly improve a person's body. Such a secret cannot be spread out. The general suggested that even the master craftsman who will be the prisoner should issue a silence order. "
