Tang Ning is not lazy. Riding and archery is not an endorsement. After riding for a long time, your butt hurts. Drawing a bow and archery is also physical work. There will be a competition in five days. If he practices archery with a high load on horseback every day, will he be able to lift his arms by then?
Not sure yet, how can you compare yourself with others?
"Then we have to train..." Wan Yanyan thought for a moment and said, "Then train less, maybe two hours a day..."
Sharpening the gun before the battle was not fun, Tang Ning rode a horse for an hour every day and practiced archery for an hour. She dragged her tired body back to the camp, took a comfortable hot bath, and lay on the bed, not wanting to move.
Wan Yanyan walked in from outside, sat beside the bed, and asked, "Are you tired?"
Tangning lay on the bed and said in a long tone: "Tired..."
"I'll rub it for you..." Wan Yanyan said, a pair of hands already pressing on his shoulders.
Tang Ning subconsciously wanted to refuse, but the massage she gave was so comfortable. After a tiring day, being able to enjoy such a massage made all the pores in her body relax.
He closed his eyes and whispered: "Thank you, thank you..."
Including Zhao Man, he has already enjoyed massages from two princesses. Lanlan is also a princess. Will one day in the future, Zhao Man, Li Tianlan, and Xiao Manniu massage him together... Tangning was absent-minded.
Thinking about it, I fell into sleep without realizing it.
Wan Yanyan helped him press his shoulders, and after a while, slowly lifted his back, her expression focused and serious.
Tang Ning slept very comfortably. When he opened his eyes, he was still lying on his stomach. He turned over and found Wan Yanyan lying next to the bed, also asleep.
He looked at Wan Yanyan with a trace of doubt on his face.
Before falling asleep, he vaguely remembered that Wan Yanyan was sitting beside the bed, squeezing his shoulders and hitting his back.
This is not like her style. How could she be so gentle in the past? She would only drag him up to fight for three hundred rounds.
Wan Yanyan was lying on the bedside, leaning sideways, her eyelashes trembling slightly. Under close scrutiny, Tang Ning found that the little barbarian girl was quite attractive.
When I first met her, her wild beauty had become more restrained, and she didn't seem so wild anymore.
After all, he has become a big sweat. The little barbarian girl that Tang Ning used to be able to abuse with one hand is now unable to take advantage of her even though she tries her best.
Tangning sat up from the bed. It seemed that her movements were too large and affected her. Wanyan Yan suddenly woke up, looked at him, rubbed her sleepy eyes, and asked, "Does your arm still hurt? Do you want me to rub it for you?"
rub?"
Tang Ning was a little uncomfortable with Xiao Man Niu's sudden tenderness and thoughtfulness. Tang Ning looked at her and asked, "Do you have anything to ask of me?"
Wanyanyan shook her head and said confusedly: "No..."
There is no love without reason, and there is no hatred without reason. How could the little barbarian girl be so good to him and serve him like a maid...
Tangning looked at her, a look of surprise suddenly appeared on her face, and said, "I understand..."
Wanyanyan looked at him and asked doubtfully: "What do you know?"
Tangning looked at her and asked, "Are you not going to pay back the hundreds of taels of silver you owe me?"
"..."
Wan Yanyan was left speechless by Tang Ning, which showed that she really wanted the money.
Her tribe is so poor, so don't expect her to come up with hundreds of taels of silver, but she can't pay the debt with money or flesh.
Paying back debts is a matter of course.
She couldn't pay back the money, so she had to put in a certain amount of physical labor. Others' massages cost a few cents a time. She was a princess, so Tang Ning calculated ten taels of silver for her. Even after calculating like this, she still owed him dozens of massages.
If you include the food that Tang Ning gave her, plus the cost of providing advice, and the cost of risking your life to participate in the competition, she would have to serve him tea and pour water on his back and rub his shoulders for the rest of her life to pay it back.
Of course, Tangning is not a stingy person, these are free services given to her...
Wan Yanyan seemed to agree with this method of repayment, and she massaged his arm that was a little sore from pulling the bow with moderate force.
While Tang Ning was enjoying her massage, the sound of knife handles clashing suddenly came to her ears.
He and Wan Yanyan looked at each other and immediately ran out of the tent.
On a grassland not far from Tang Ning's tent, Old Zheng and the middle-aged woman once again entered the chopping mode. Tang Ning once again took out a handful of melon seeds from her arms and gave half of them to Wan Yan Yan. The two of them squatted on the ground.
The grass looked up from the side.
Their fighting style was still so simple and crude. This time, the middle-aged woman persisted for a longer time under Lao Zheng's hand, because Tang Ning and Wan Yanyan had finished eating their melon seeds, and they had not decided the winner yet.
In the end, it was Old Zheng who was superior, because during a certain attack, the scimitar in the middle-aged woman's hand was chopped off.
Lao Zheng glanced at the butcher's knife full of holes with some pity, and said to the middle-aged woman: "I'm sorry, I gave in again..."
Wan Yanyan ran over and said in surprise: "Master, why are you here?"
The middle-aged woman looked at her and said, "Arrange a big tent for me. I will live here temporarily these days."
Wan Yanyan nodded and said, "I'll let someone arrange it..."
Watching Lao Zheng and the middle-aged woman fight was just a show of excitement. There was no artistry in the way the two of them were chopping and slashing.
He still liked to watch Tang Yaoyao and Xiaoxiao compete. Those who didn't know the moves and moves might have thought they were dances.
As soon as he returned to the tent, Old Zheng's figure flashed in, looked at him, and asked: "Besides that no sword is better than having a sword, no sword in the hand, but a knife in the heart, what else did the old beggar say?"
One of the essences of human beings is indeed the fragrance, and even Lao Zheng is not immune to it.
Wan Yanyan's master was able to gain an extra quarter of an hour under his command in just two days. This was enough to show that what the old beggar said was right. The other party realized something from it. The stubborn old Zheng obviously didn't.
Realize the mystery in that sentence.
Tangning thought for a while and said, "He also said that since he has no desires and desires since the palace, he will practice Qigong faster..."
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Internal fighting broke out in Heiman, and Chen Chu temporarily suspended his troops, allowing the Sushen people to have a brief respite.
During this period of time, things were not peaceful within the various tribes of Sushen. The three parties competed for each other, one ebbing and the other ebbing. Up to now, the fourth princess had completely overshadowed the eldest prince and the third prince, and became the subordinate of the Khan.
The first sweat.
Many people believe that if nothing unexpected happens, the Khan, who has been ill for a long time, will soon pass the throne to her.
However, at this critical juncture, a competition to recruit a son-in-law came up, making the situation even more complicated and confusing.
Wanyan Department, the main department, is a tent covering an extremely large area.
A burly middle-aged man took a big bite of the leg of lamb, drank a few sips of wine, wiped the corners of his mouth, and asked: "How are the arrangements for the fourth princess going?"
A man stepped forward and said: "Back to Khan, the eldest prince and the third prince are very enthusiastic about this matter, and the preparations are almost complete."
After he finished speaking, he raised his head again, looked at the middle-aged man, and hesitated: "Khan really wants to watch them fight like this?"
Wanyan Khan looked energetic and did not appear to be bedridden as rumored. He grabbed the mutton, took another bite, and said: "You don't understand, wolf cubs can only become the best by fighting each other."
