The cold current blowing from the distant North Sea chilled the whole sky, and the last yellow leaf attached to the branches was peeled off and fluttered in the cold wind. Various trainings in the military camp still did not stop. Cheng Chumo had a hand wrapped around his hand.
The cloth strips were punched on the wooden stake one after another. The cloth strips were already bloody. His eyes were firm as if he hadn't seen it, and his fists were still hitting the wooden stakes hard. Li Huairen and Chang Sun Chong were standing next to him, and they were also
As they hit the wooden stake, their hands were dripping with blood. No one cared. There were more than two hundred people. No one cared whether their hands were bleeding. They only cared about when the wooden stake could be broken. Sweat dripped down the naked back, and there was heat on the head.
Wandering around, inhaling to punch, exhaling to strike, like a tireless iron man.
Li Chengqian and Yun Ye were standing outside and watching. Cheng Yaojin only allowed them to participate in morning exercises, which meant running twenty miles with heavy loads every day. At the moment, the two of them were wearing heavy furs, with their hands in their sleeves, laughing and joking.
After sending the potatoes away, Li Chengqian always chatted with Yun Ye whenever he had nothing to do. Of course, all the fine wine he brought from the capital also belonged to Yun Ye. Li Chengqian is a good boy, Yun Ye thinks so. He is knowledgeable at a young age and treats others very well.
He is polite, does not smile or speak, and does not show that he is a royal nobleman at all. He will be worried when he sees the soldiers suffering and are tired, and will be anxious when he sees the people around him having no food and clothing. Such a kind and intelligent young man will be like this in a few years.
He became extremely violent and psychopathic. He played real-life battles with Li Tai, which was really hard and bloody. He was satisfied with the beautiful man and played with his back to the mountain. At one point, he wanted to kill his father. What was the reason?
Yun Ye was a little curious. Li Chengqian? Yun Ye was looking at him, a little confused, because Yun Ye's eyes were strange, a little pitiful, but more strange.
"Xiao Ye, why are you looking at me? Is something wrong?" He touched his face, and the traces left by eating braised pork had been wiped away. The many days of getting along with Li Chengqian had long since disappeared in Yun Ye's eyes.
With a sense of nobility, since he ate beef and potatoes that day, he has no appetite for the food cooked by the imperial chef. When he learned that Yun Ye had a small kitchen of his own, he came here to eat and drink every day. Huang Zhien came over from time to time to discuss with Yun Ye
He was just listening to arithmetic, occasionally adding a sentence or two. Although it was not brilliant, he still had his own insights, which surprised Huang Zhien and complimented him as a genius. If he devoted himself to studying arithmetic, he would definitely become a great master in the future.
Of course, due to the generally low level of arithmetic in the Tang Dynasty, which in Yun Ye's eyes was the level of difficulty for the first grade of junior high school, most of the time he was the one lecturing, Huang Zhien was listening, and Li Chengqian was recording. These days, he has recorded a lot of
It seemed that he understood or not, so he wrote it down first and studied it slowly later. This is the attitude of learning. Cheng Chumo would just sit aside and doze off. He couldn't even memorize the Arabic numerals for more than ten days. Yun Ye just
When he was angry, he actually said plausibly: "We are brothers, right?" Yun Ye nodded, "Then what is the difference between your knowledge and mine? Knowledge is for use. When it comes time to use it, I can just come to you. Why should I work hard on my own?
"Learn?" Yun Ye completely lost interest in educating Cheng Chumo. Fortunately, he had a good student like Li Chengqian, who could understand everything and master it as soon as he learned it, which greatly comforted Yun Ye.
"You are a descendant of the royal family and the future master of the Tang Dynasty. Why don't I find any bastard spirit in you now?"
"What is bastard spirit?" It's still a bad habit of asking for the root cause.
"It means that the whole body exudes a strong personal charm, which makes the world's promising people worship him. For example, your father, who gathered the world's talents for his own use, used to have advisors under his command like rain, fierce generals like clouds, and all the heroes were wiped out in the blink of an eye.
This is the specific manifestation of the bastard spirit."
"It's the spirit of an emperor, not the spirit of a bastard. Okay, you actually dare to speak ill of my father, and even set me up. If you don't block my mouth with delicious food today, I will be careless in front of my father after I return to the capital.
Say it, hum! I'm surprised, is there such a name as "Turtle" now? You must know that turtle was a lucky animal in the Tang Dynasty, and many people had turtle in their names, such as Li Guinian, etc. This guy is trying to deceive me.
"What nonsense are you talking about? Why did I say bad things about His Majesty? You should explain it clearly." He is young and has a lot of arrogance. In my eyes, he is still young. Li Chengqian hesitated and couldn't say anything.
"Stop hesitating, Xiao Mo, Xiao Chong, the bad guys have all retreated, so don't let us just stand there freezing like turtles,"
It was still the same old routine, soaking the whole body in the potion, but there was no sound of howling ghosts and wolves. Everyone closed their eyes and rested in the bucket, completely relaxing their muscles and allowing their bodies to get the maximum rest. Half an hour later, the potion began to get cold, and one by one they crawled out of the wood.
Buckets, and began to receive massages next to the huge fire. After five months of hard training, each one has completely transformed into a muscular man. Cheng Chumo was wearing shorts, but he didn't feel cold in the cold wind. His bronze skin and muscles were swollen, and his belly
The muscles form two beautiful Tian characters. Today's daily training is a piece of cake for him, and hitting the wooden stakes is purely a new stimulus they have found for themselves. Changsun Chong and Li Huairen are not much worse than him,
The three of them stood forward, and the most apt name for them was the macho man. "Xiao Mo, Xiao Chong, and bad guy, I made hot pot today and I don't know if you want to eat it or not." As soon as Yun Ye finished speaking, the three macho men immediately turned into three.
A bitch, hunched over and drooling, extremely vulgar. He quickly put on his fur coat, and with his chest open, he grabbed Yun Ye and ran towards the tent.
Li Chengqian was putting an iron pot on the stove. This stove was specially built by Yun Ye. He found a large moso bamboo to open up the bamboo joints and placed it on the smoke outlet as a chimney. The coal was burned. At first, Lao Cheng was worried that it would
It is a carbon poison. I didn't want to put the moso bamboo in the tent, but there was no smell of carbon and it was very warm. After I built one for myself, I stopped paying attention to it.
Five people sat around the stove, passing a pot of strong liquor around. It wasn't much, just two taels per person, just to warm up. The spicy smell came from the pot. Yun Ye opened the lid and filled a large pot.
Beef stew with dried vegetables appeared in front of everyone. The dried vegetables with enough butter made the five people whet their appetites. The slight spiciness covered up the smell of beef. There was no chili, so Yun Ye had to use dogwood instead. Although the spiciness was not authentic,
It's better than nothing.
While eating and chatting, the topic of Turks unknowingly came up. The humiliation at the beginning of the year was unforgettable for the young soldier. When he thought of Wei Qing, Huo Qubing's great achievements in sealing Lang Juxu, and Ban Chao's brilliant achievements in the Western Regions. However, he and others were still waiting silently.
At the moment of revenge, he couldn't help but be filled with anger. Changsun Chong raised the horizontal sword and tapped the back of the sword with his chopsticks: "The wind and snow are long and the clouds are darkening the snow-capped mountains. The general's iron horse crosses the Han River. A hundred deaths are just an ordinary thing. We don't let the Xiongnu cross Helan."
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