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 after hearing the chicken dance. This fashion also served as instructors to train the reserve eunuchs in boxing.
When Chang Yu and Wu Zhong arrived at Caolan Field, they were surprised to find that in the corner, Prince Zhu Cixiang was also practicing with these eunuchs. They were really puzzled.
Although Chizhu Cixi, who is close to Zhu, has recently begun to practice martial arts, the East Palace has its own small training ground, and there are guards such as Tang Potian, including many good players from various factions. There is no need for him to come here to get involved if he wants to practice martial arts.
He hurried over to meet Zhu Cixiang: "Prince, what are you..."
Zhu Cihong wiped the 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. I have nothing to do so I came here to feel the atmosphere here. It's really not as boring as in the East Palace."
tedious".
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 today I saw that the rumors are indeed true." Chang Yu sincerely praised him.
Zhu Cixiang sighed: "The more I heard in the court, the more I felt that scholars 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! But the whole country attaches great importance to culture.
Qingwu, this time the national crisis is at the forefront, but most of the civil servants are national traitors... I hate that I can’t order 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 surrender, and they are often jealous. How can they be as comfortable as civil servants? They can only use their words and pens to gain glory and wealth."
"We have always heard that civil servants interfered with government, but we rarely heard of warriors disrupting the country." Zhu Cihong was so brainwashed that he unnaturally spoke for the warriors. Chang Yu actually found it funny. This child was too deeply influenced by him.
Wuzhong next to him looked 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 Cixiang 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 Cihong became angry. Who the hell was he scolding?
"Crap, grassman Wuzhong pays homage to the crown prince." Wuzhong was so nervous that he knelt down and kowtowed.
Zhu Cixiang was stunned and turned to look at Chang Yu, who was suppressing a smile and said: "The new little brother has never seen the world, so let's take him into the palace for a walk."
Zhu Cixiang saw that Wuzhong was tall and tall, and although he looked nervous, he was also powerful. He couldn't help but turned his head and asked Chang Yu in a low voice: "Lian Jiazi?"
Chang Yu nodded and said yes.
"Very powerful?"
Chang Yu nodded again and looked around Caolan Field: "No one can beat me here."
Zhu Cixiang looked horrified: "Even you?"
Chang Yu curled his lips and nodded reluctantly: "For now!"
Damn it! Zhu Cixiang 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 sweeping over him, but he didn't have the guts to look directly at him.
"Since you are a great master, let me open my eyes." Zhu Cixi 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 too harsh."
Bajiquan is so powerful that if you use all your strength, you will be injured and your bones will be broken.
Fight whenever you want. Wuzhong stands in the middle, with five guards surrounding him. He is 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. Within a few breaths, the five guards lay on the ground, covering their wounds with painful expressions on their faces.
Zhu Cixiang 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 Cixiang 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, over time, the court will have a strong general. If they advance, they can open up territory for the Ming Dynasty. If they retreat, they can be called the Ming Dynasty."
Preserve the inheritance for eternity."
Zhu Cixiang 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, a kind of man who can torture.
Chang Yu’s Kung Fu.
Now Wuzhong was both flattered and confused. Looking at the pleading look on Chang Yu's face, he didn't know how to teach!
"What your father taught you back then, you should teach the prince how you taught him," 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 are so awesome. I have been in the palace for so long and I still don’t 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 out of breath.
Chang Yu glanced at the angry and dumbfounded Zhu Cixi next to him, and shrugged: "This guy is a bit confused. Do you think you should follow me to see the queen, or continue to let him teach you?"
Zhu Cixiang snorted: "A bastard can beat the guards of this palace, even you... That's all, you go see the queen mother, I really want to see how a bastard can learn this skill."
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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 Cixiang 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 continue to do 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 was crying with a sad face. This is how my father taught him. If you don’t beat him, it won’t be good. (To be continued)