In the evening, Ye Qiange groaned a few times and woke up from a deep coma.

He smiled wryly.

The Empress is indeed murderous.

Originally, he was high-spirited, had the upper hand, and had the momentum of revitalizing his husband.

However, before he continued to taste the fruits of the battle and pick up the fragrance, Xu Yichan slapped lightly, and all the advantages and all the advantages were wiped out in an instant.

He shook his neck, and there was a faint tingling pain.

Hiss –

Ye Qiange took a breath of cool air gently, and a bright light flashed in his eyes.

"Come on, pass on Zhao Chuan."

"Whoa!"

He felt more and more pressed for time, and seven days had passed in the blink of an eye.

And today, most of it has passed.

Although he said that he didn't practice, he couldn't forget it in his heart.

In any case, we have to give it a go.

Except for today, there are only two short days left, and everything will be clear.

After getting out of bed, Ye Qiange stretched his waist, the corners of his mouth hooked, and he smiled evilly, and went to the main hall.

"Meet the prince."

"Get up, Your Majesty?"

"Back to the prince, Your Majesty will not stay in the Flying Frost Hall tonight."

Ye Qiange's expression froze, and he frowned, "Do you know where Your Majesty went to the palace?" ”

The maidservant shook her head, indicating that she did not know.

Ye Qiange was excited, the corners of his mouth twitched, and Xu Yichan was clearly avoiding him.

He touched his nose and retreated.

"I can escape the first day of junior high school, but I can't escape the fifteenth, and when I am successful, it will be the time when the husband is greatly revitalized!"

Turning back to the side hall, Zhao Chuan was already waiting at the door.

"The little one has seen the prince."

"Don't be polite." Ye Qiange waved his hand and said with a smile, "Seriously, you can also be regarded as the master of this king." ”

"The prince is serious, and the little ones don't dare to take credit." After hearing this, Zhao Chuan's expression was solemn, and he bowed his head and arched his hand, looking extremely serious.

Ye Qiange didn't care and recruited Zhao Chuan into the side hall.

Then, the two of them went straight to the point, one to teach, and the other to learn.

It wasn't until the candles were lit, the night breeze was blowing outside, and the window paper was scraped and hunting, that the two of them could stop.

Ye Qiange sighed, practiced hard for a long time, but it was still in vain.

"Am I really not suitable for martial arts?"

More than ever, his confidence has been replaced by self-doubt.

As soon as the day is over, there are only two days left.

Zhao Chuan shook his head for a while, the current situation was worrying, I don't know if Ye Qiange's qualifications are really too poor, or if the marrow washing skill is too obscure and difficult to learn.

Just having a sense of anger, Ye Qiange encountered difficulties.

I can't get into the state for a long time.

Zhao Chuan frowned, didn't come up with a reason, and waited with his head bowed beside him, until Ye Qiange waved his hand, and he quietly withdrew.

Nothing was said all night.

Early the next morning, Ye Qiange followed what Zhao Chuan said, meditated quietly, looked at his heart, gazed at the dantian, looked at his spirit, and forgot himself.

In carefully following the practice of washing the marrow, visualizing the tendons, veins, and points, as well as the five internal organs, collecting essence and qi, condensing it, and rotating the whole body, one is to wash the tendons and cut the marrow, and the other is to strengthen the body and forge the body, if there is a deficiency, make up for it with the qi of essence and blood.

To put it simply, it is the source of qi feeling, which comes from itself, the muscles and veins are smooth, the points are clear, the body is strong, and the energy is vigorous, and the qi sense is easy to generate.

As the saying goes, the poor are rich and martial.

Most of those who practice martial arts are wealthy people.

Martial arts training consumes a lot of physical strength and energy, and if you don't have a lot of meat and money to rely on.

No matter what that person's aptitude is, in the end, he will be a waste, and he will not have much breakthrough in the end.

After all, a person can't eat enough, what to use to meet daily needs, if not, every day that passes, it is constantly deepening the damage to oneself.

This is also the reason why the poor have many scholars, and the rich have many heroes.

After a long time, Ye Qiange opened his eyes, but there was still no progress, and he was about to give up.

After some frustration, after breakfast, Ye Qiange prepared to leave the palace.

Fang Fang walked out of the Flying Frost Palace, and Ye Qiange saw that in the middle of the huge square, a group of people was slowly moving in the other direction.

Ye Qiange raised his eyebrows, then shouted, and Sa Yazi chased after him.

"Your Majesty—"

Ye Qiange ran fast, and in the blink of an eye, he caught up with the team, and as soon as he spoke, he saw Xu Yichan soaring into the air, turning into a streamer, sweeping across the sky, and disappearing between many temples in an instant.

This king is not a flood beast, is it necessary to be so afraid to avoid it?

He was very angry and speechless, shook his long sleeves, was indignant, and turned around and walked out of the palace gate.

All the way to the north of the town.

"Brother, you're here, Tiantian wants to listen to the story, it's the story of the wolf and the sheep."

Britney has been completely fascinated since the last time she heard the story that the big gray wolf and the pleasant goat had to say.

As soon as he saw Ye Qiange, he pestered him to tell stories.

The corners of Ye Qiange's mouth twitched, and he picked her up, "That story is outdated, another day, my brother will tell you a story about a two-headed bear and a bald lumberjack who fell in love and killed each other." ”

……

Finally fooled Xiao Tiantian over, Ye Qiange came to a courtyard by himself.

"Purple Kite greets the prince."

As soon as he entered, Ye Qiange saw that the purple kite was dancing with a sword.

The moves are not complicated, but very simple, picking, splitting, sweeping, cutting, stabbing and ......

They are all the most basic sword styles, but when they are danced by the purple kite, they are very beautiful and pleasing to the eye.

The purple kite's senses were so keen, and when she immediately found Ye Qiange, she closed it and stopped.

"Purple Kite Girl's habit of staying lately?"

"Thank you for your concern, although the palace is big, it is not noisy, and it is very suitable for purple kites."

"That's very good."

Ye Qiange bowed his head lightly and looked at the courtyard here, as the purple kite said, the ancient trees here are uneven, slightly remote, and indeed very quiet.

"Why is the prince here?" Purple Iris has a blue heart, and at a glance she knows that Ye Qiange has something to look for her.

"Someone wants to see you, I'll ask you if you want to go." Ye Qiange smiled.

"Who?"

"Butterfly."

Purple Kite smelled it, and her face lit up, "Senior Sister Dieyi has come to Chang'an?" ”

Ye Qiange nodded, "It's in the Moon Tower." ”

"See?"

Purple Kite hesitated for a moment, exhaled a long breath, and smiled lightly, "Although the little woman has drawn a clear line with the Ethereal Palace and is no longer a disciple of the Ethereal Palace, the sisterhood is not something that can be broken. ”

"Let's go, then."

Regarding Purple Kite's decision, he left early to estimate that Purple Kite is not a ruthless person, but attaches great importance to friendship.

The purple kite bowed, put the sword into the sheath, and followed Ye Qiange to the Moon Tower.

Soon, everyone stopped at the Moon Tower, and the fat shopkeeper greeted him with a spring breeze.

Last time, Ye Qiange didn't deliberately make things difficult for him, which made him breathe a sigh of relief, knowing that Ye Qiange didn't take him to heart, he couldn't help but be very relieved and grateful.

"The little one meets the prince."

"Get up."

Ye Qiange glanced at him, and walked straight to the box.

"Senior sister, it's really you!"

Fang entered, and a voice came.

The two of them followed the sound and saw a delicate woman leaning on the window.

"Dieyi, I'm no longer your senior sister."

The purple kite was quite free and easy, but when she saw Dieyi, she couldn't help but have a smile on her face, and a softness crossed her eyes.