Chapter 42 Practice, or Practice

As soon as the Qingming Festival passed, the sky was getting hotter and hot. Although it was not yet hot, the slightly thicker robe could no longer be worn. As soon as he exercised more, he could immediately sweat all over his body. The whole palace rushed to change into light summer clothes. Of course, it was not without exception. Prince Li Hong has been weak since he was a child and lack of qi and blood, but He was afraid of cold and hot. Even the maids who were waiting beside him had already put on graceful summer skirts, but Li Hong was still wearing extremely neatly, and the figure sitting behind him looked a little bloated.

"Your Highness."

Just as Li Hong buried his head in reading the chapter, a little eunuch walked in from outside the hall, carefully came to the front of several children, and called in a low voice.

"Hmm."

Li Hong raised his head, glanced at the little eunuch, and frowned inadvertently, but did not say much, but said nothing.

"Your Highness, His Royal Highness the King of Zhou has been practicing martial arts with Li Boya and Li Sijie in the house during this period of time, and there is no other measure."

Although Li Hong did not ask questions, the little eunuch obviously knew what Li Hong was asking. He did not dare to neglect at all and hurriedly report.

"Oh?" Li Hongruo nodded thoughtfully, but he was not in a hurry to speak. Instead, after meditating for a moment, he suddenly laughed and said, "The lonely seventh brother has always been lazy. I didn't expect that he knows how to work hard now, but it's also a good thing. Well, I just don't know how he has practiced?"

"Your Highness's words, according to the online report, His Royal Highness the King of Zhou has only practiced two piles in the past two months, one is to run the circle, the other is to lift the stone lock, and the others have never seen His Royal Highness the King of Zhou practice." Hearing Li Hong's question, a mocking smile immediately appeared on the little eunuch's face. He curled his mouth and replied disdainfully.

"Uh-huh, is there such a thing? Why is this?"

As soon as Li Hong heard that Li Xian's practice of martial arts was actually like this, he was stunned, and then asked in disbelief.

"There is no falsehood about this matter, and the specific reason is not known to the maidservants. However, it is reported that the qualifications of the King of Zhou are too poor, and Li Sijie does not want to teach. He deliberately made it difficult for His Royal Highness the King of Zhou, and it seems that he wants to retreat." The little eunuch bowed and replied with a smile.

"So that's it, poor seventh brother." Hearing that it was such a reason, Li Hong couldn't help laughing. His fingers unconsciously moved a few times, raised his eyebrows, and casually picked up the book in front of him. After playing for a while, he raised his hand and threw the book into the little eunuch's arms. He opened his mouth lightly. He said, "Go, send this fold to the House of the King of Zhou, so that His Royal Highness the King of Zhou can have a good time. Let's go."

"Ah, yes."

The little eunuch took the book and only glanced at it. His face changed greatly in an instant, but he did not dare to ask more details. After answering respectfully, he withdrew from the hall and went to the Zhou Palace to send the book without mentioning it.

"Xiao Qi, Xiao Qi, what on earth do you want to do?"

After the little eunuch left, Li Hong sat down for a moment, murmured in a low voice, shook his head with a wry smile, and then buried his head in the book...

What do you do? This problem is not only what Li Hong wants to know, but also Li Xian himself wants to know. It has been more than two months, and I haven't seen Li Boyao teach any kung fu. Every day, in addition to running the circle, it is to lift the stone lock, or to run the circle with the stone lock on his back. He is as tired as a dead dog, but he has not learned anything. Not to mention the "Wei Gong's Art of War", it is equestrianism. No matter how good Li Xian is, he has endured it to the limit.

The ten thousand-foot high-rise building began in Zhaoji. Only the foundation is stronger and the building can rise higher. It is impossible for Li Xian to understand this truth. Therefore, at the beginning, Li Xian did not resist Li Boyao's desperate training basic arrangement. In the past two months, he has really completely obeyed Li Bo. Yao's coaching, not to mention being lazy, has never complained. However, with the passage of time, there are only two moves to see Li Boyaiyao coming and going. Li Xian can't help it. Yes, laying the foundation is necessary, but it can't be played like this. Besides, even if you want to lay the foundation, there is no need for Li Boyu to come. Teaching, there are as many martial arts in the royal palace as rice. Which one is not from the basic practice? If Li Xianzhen wants to lay the foundation, just let the guards in the house give advice. Is Li Boyiao's such a way to make up for it? Although Li Xian doesn't expect to become a peerless general, he doesn't want Li Boyiao to toss around. Isn't it fun? In anger, Li Xian was not going to be obedient anymore. He arrived at the primary school early in the morning and prepared to have a final showdown with Li Boyiao.

"See you, Your Highness."

Li Boyiao's dedication may be very doubtful, but it is impeccable in punctuality and etiquette. No matter whether Li Xian comes early or later, Li Boyiao always waits early in the primary school field, and today is no exception. When she saw Li Xian leading the crowd, Li Boyiao immediately stepped over and greeted him. He saluted meticulously and asked for his peace.

"General Li doesn't have to do this. It's free. Xiao Wang practiced a lot today, so please ask General Li to show it."

Today, Li Xian made up his mind to have a showdown with Li Boya, but he did not intend to turn against him as soon as he came up, and still politely asked for instructions.

"Your Highness, please run five laps first, and then discuss the rest."

After saluteing, Li Boyao stood up straight and said slowly.

Run the circle? Running in circles again! I'll go! As soon as he heard that he was still running around today, Li Xian's anger rose. He glared at Li Boyiao angrily and was about to turn his face. But at the end, he still endured it and didn't say much. He turned around and ran away around the small school yard. Not to mention that Li Xian has been tossing around for the past two months, although he has not learned martial arts. At a little bit, but the body bones are obviously stronger than before. In the past, the running circle, which used to be full of milk power, is now as smooth as drinking boiled water. Five laps are about to run down, and the muscles and bones are moving, but people are not very gasping, and their faces are not as blue and gray as before.

"General Li, Xiao Wang has finished five laps. How dare you ask the general what to practice next?"

Although Li Xianqi is not very gasping, his breath is no longer as easy-going as before. The word "endurd" is even more ironic. Obviously, Li Xian's patience has almost been tossed away.

"Hear up the stone lock, twelve groups, twelve in each group."

Li Boyao answered calmly as if she hadn't seen Li Xian's face that was about to be angry.

What? Oh, my God, it's not over! No matter how good Li Xian is, he is old-fashioned when he hears it. He can't stand the anger in his heart anymore. He gritted his teeth and said in a cold voice, "Is there anything else, huh?"

"Your Highness can not lift it. If so, the last general can not teach himself."

Li Boyao was not moved by Li Xian's cold words and replied calmly.

"Okay, very good!"

Li Xian was about to lose his temper, but as soon as he heard Li Boyiao's words, he changed his mind. Tie Qing nodded with his face and stopped talking nonsense. He turned around and walked to the place where the stone lock was placed, picked up a pair of 30 catties of stone locks, and practiced silently. Maybe it was the habit of practicing in the past, or maybe it was the result of gambling. This work originally required more than an hour of practice. It only took Li Xian more than half an hour to complete it, but his breath was a little messy and he gasped a little. However, Li Xian did not intend to take a break at all. He walked in front of Li Boyang with a red face, shook his head, and shook away the sweat beads all over his face. Go, look at Li Boyao provocatively and say, "General Li, Xiao Wang wants to know what else to practice next?"

"This is the end of the day." Li Boyao glanced at Li Xian, still with that calm look, and even her tone had not changed.

"Is that so? That's it?"

Li Xian couldn't hold it at all this time. He rolled his eyes fiercely, clenched his teeth, and a gloomy sentence came out of his teeth.

"Yes, that's it." Li Boyu ignored Li Xian's white eyes, left a word, didn't look at Li Xian, and turned around and left.

Fate, play with me, I'm looking for death! Li Xian was angry and was about to order a group of bodyguards to stop Li Boya, but he didn't expect that before he could speak, he heard Li Boya's last words without looking back: "Let's start tomorrow, practice knives!"

What? Practice the knife? Ha, I've finally made progress. Haha, I don't have to run around again this time. Cool! Hey hey, the knife is good. Maybe we can really become a swordsman or something. That's enough! As soon as Li Xian heard that he was going to start practicing knives tomorrow, he was so happy that he couldn't help thinking about it. He finally came to his senses. When he wanted to ask Li Boyiao about it again, he suddenly found that he had left early.

Well, it's really hard to walk so fast. It doesn't mean what kind of knife it is. It's boring! Seeing Li Boyao leave, Li Xian's enthusiasm immediately dissipated, but there was nothing he could do. He had to press the ** in his heart, reached out to take the wet towel handed over by Yan Hong. While wiping it, he turned to the house. He planned to go back to freshen up first, but unexpectedly, as soon as he raised his foot, he saw Gao. Mao accompanied the famous eunuch and hurriedly ran from the door of the west wall courtyard, and Li Xian immediately stood up reservedly.

"Your Highness, this is Wang Dequan, the deputy director of the Xiande Hall of the East Palace, and he came at the order of His Royal Highness."

As soon as Gao Mio saw Li Xian standing there, he did not dare to neglect him. He trotted all the way to the front, bowed quickly, and introduced the little eunuch behind him to Li Xian.

"I have met His Royal Highness the King of Zhou."

Although Wang Dequan's grade is not high, he is the most audible person around the prince. He has his own reservedness. Even if it is a courtesy to such a prince as Li Xian, although the etiquette is correct, there is a trace of obvious arrogance in his tone.

"Oh, it turned out that the prince arrived. It's free. I don't know if the father-in-law is here..."

Having had the experience of the previous life, Li Xian naturally knew what kind of person the little eunuch was in front of him, and he would not have the same knowledge as him. He raised his hand with a smile, signaled Wang De to be free of courtesy, and asked kindly.

"It's good for Your Highness to know that the maidservant has been ordered by His Royal Highness to send a fold to your Highness. Please have a look." As Wang Dequan spoke, he took out a fold from his wide sleeves and handed it to Li Xian with both hands.

"Oh?" Li Xian has been keeping a low profile in the past few months. Not to mention participating in the government, he seldom comes out of his own house. It's really inexplicable to hear the prince's tightly sending a fold. It's really inexplicable, but he didn't think much. He reached out and took the fold. At a glance, he was dumbfounded...