Yang Yuying laughed softly.

The years are quiet.

I don't know why, Zhao Yi suddenly shuddered.

On the morning of the fourth day, King Chun carried a parrot with a bald tail and two yellow orioles, standing outside the small martial arts arena that had been abandoned since the death of the previous princess Chun, and saw his son standing in the morning sun squatting on the horse, sweat penetrating the long shirt, and converging into a river on the ground.

He silently returned to the house and instructed the steward to add a hundred months to the guard Li Nan.

At noon, King Chun stood outside the martial arts arena with his three-flowered civet slave in his arms, his eyes shifted from the silver-haired, immortal-like Ouyang Zhuang Master to the son who was waving the sword in his hand again and again, and even seemed to be able to carry the breeze.

Once again, he sought out the chief steward of the palace.

"I remember that Li Nan, the guard of our house, seems to have said that he wants to join the army? Didn't Xiahou receive the order recently and prepare to train a new army? You give my name card to Li Nan, if he has the heart, he can try it. ”

The chief steward was stunned, General Xiahou's training of the new army has been spread all over the court, and I don't know how many people pay attention to it, after all, if you are selected, it is possible to get a letter of recommendation and enter the martial arts school.

His Majesty has vigorously promoted education, and there are major academies in literature, or major famous academies can be equally divided, and they can talk about martial arts, but only in the martial arts school.

Those who come out of the martial arts academy are all His Majesty's cronies, and their future is limitless.

After King Chun finished speaking, he sighed, fortunately, according to his observation, his son did not have anything to do with Huang Rou anymore, except for the fact that he was particularly concerned about Li Nan and Huang Rou's youngest son Xiaopang, there was no abnormality at all, and he even took good care of Li Nan.

When the father automatically brought a one-meter-thick filter to look at his son, he felt guilty and entangled at the same time, and made all kinds of embarrassments for himself, and then his reaction was to silently show favor to Li Nan.

Li Nan was smashed in the face by the sudden benefits, and was moved to tears for a while, and said to his daughter-in-law several times in private: "Chunwang's father and son are good people, and the grace of knowing the encounter should be reciprocated." ”

Especially since he entered the palace, he has had a lot of contact with Zhao Yi, and he has close contacts with the people in the palace, so he learned that Xiao Shizi has been concerned about people's livelihood and suffering for a long time, and he has done many good deeds secretly.

It is that he and his daughter-in-law can gain a foothold in the capital and treat their uncles and grandmothers at home, which is all due to the prince.

Without the prince, Li Nan felt that he and his junior sister could only go crookedly, abducted and deceived as bandits, and it really reached that point, one day he was beheaded, and it was very likely that his family would be ruined.

The son Zhao Yi is his great benefactor, and for a while Li Nan had the consciousness of smearing his liver and brain for the son.

Before the time came for the selection of the new army, he redoubled his efforts.

On weekdays, he is a guard, it is 110,000 serious, he is careful, Zhao Yi is too hot to read, he can hold a fan to fan the wind on the iceberg, and fan until Zhao Yi finishes reading.

King Chun is paying attention to Li Nan, these can naturally be seen, and he sees with his own eyes that Li Guards are so conscientious, loyal to their duties, extremely thoughtful in all aspects, and especially maintain the reputation of the Pure Palace, especially the reputation of Xiao Shizi.

So far, even if his son is admitted to Xiucai, he is still the head of the case, and there are still not many people who believe in his integrity, but Li Nan firmly believes that Xiao Shizi is a hundred good.

Pure Wang was silent, and his guilt was even deeper, so he could only be doubly good to the other party.

Li Nanden was even more grateful.

After suffering for more than half a month, His Royal Highness the Pure King, who is still middle-aged in literature and art, finally couldn't bear the inner torment and couldn't help but grab his son for a showdown.

During the day, he was forced to practice martial arts by the monsters in his body, as well as monsters who could stand in the sun and look like fairies, and Zhao Yi, the little prince who had been tired for a day, dragged his tired body back to the house at night, and saw his father's face shining with a faint green light in the dark.

King Chun came to his son at night and lit only a candle, as if he was afraid that others would notice.

When he saw his son, he burst into tears, almost crying, grabbed his son's arm, wiped his tears and said: "My son, you usually mess around at home, and your father never cares about you, but you can't bully others casually." ”

"People live in the world, they are too virtuous, the second is meritorious, and the second is speech, and the father has always felt that if he has no virtue, he is not worthy of being a man."

Zhao Yi: ??

Wrong!

Zhao Yi was a little confused.

Did his father misunderstand him? When the emperor's grandfather knighted his father, he deliberately picked the word 'pure', and Zhao Yi privately thought that it was actually synonymous with 'stupid'.

When words like virtue, meritorious service, and words come out of his mouth, doesn't he feel awkward?

Yang Yuying watched a good show.

The father and son didn't talk to the horse for a long time, but Zhao Yi didn't understand what King Chun meant.

Yang Yuying has more life experience in the end, and she tastes the taste - oh, it turns out that King Chun thought that Huang Rousheng's son was Zhao Yi's.

"Zhao Yi, your father thinks your red apricot is out of the wall."

Yang Yuying couldn't help but laugh.

Zhao Yi: "......"

When the farce was finally cleared up, the sky was about to dawn, and King Chun stared at his puffing son and hid his face.

The second day, night.

Princess Dong has a new girl, and she can paint the newly popular peach makeup in the palace, the makeup is fresh, and the half-old can also recover some youthful demeanor.

For this makeup, Dong chose new clothes, a new hairpin, and a serious incense, put it in the incense burner and burned it early.

Then the pure king came, and it was still a big cover of pure chat.

"The prince ate an extra bowl of rice today, and he should be rewarded when he cooks."

"The prince is a talent in the exam, but there is no need to be public, put on a month's flowing water seat, and then go to Baiyun Temple to add twenty ever-bright lamps to pray for the prince."

"When the prince's maid Meixiang is old, her family comes to beg, and wants her to go back to get married, let her go, and then pick a few girls for the prince, he will choose when he is free."

Dong Shi was silent for a long time, turned around, closed his eyes against the wall, and slept!

Tomorrow lock the door and let him sleep with his son.

Dong thought hatefully.

At this time, Dong Shi rarely resonated with Zhao Yi, who she had never looked down on, and achieved a certain resonance in thought.

Zhao Yi never knew that the limit of his body was so far!

His arms were already unconscious, and only instinct remained, but he still kept wielding the sword in his hand.

It was snow-white in front of me, and even my thoughts seemed to turn white.

He just couldn't stop, he couldn't afford to stop resisting at all, he dreamed back at midnight, complained and complained countless times, and even dared to argue with the monsters in his body, saying that since he participated in the imperial examination, why should he practice martial arts!

But in the morning, he still got up at night, went to Zama Bu honestly, went to Wen Shu after tying Ma Bu, rested for half an hour at noon, practiced swords in the afternoon, and continued to study in the evening.