Seeing his puffy son again, Jing Jian's eyebrows were raised, and a faint smile appeared in his deep eyes, and he wanted to reach out and pinch his son's little face like a dolphin, but he restrained himself, and whispered with a slightly soft look in his eyes: "Today, squat for half an hour first, if you can hold on, I will teach you to practice swords." ”

Xiao Yuhuan's little face, which was originally puffed out because he was so angry, instantly showed a stunned expression, and after blinking, his eyes flashed with joy, and he asked uncertainly: "Really?" You didn't lie to me? ”

"A gentleman's word is hard to chase!"

Jing Jian hooked his lips and smiled, pointed to the hourglass on the side, and said lightly: "The timer starts, the emperor can prepare." ”

"Good!"

Xiao Yuhuan nodded confidently.

After so much time of Jingjian's tempering, although he is very tired, he has indeed improved his physical fitness a lot, he will no longer squat and soften his legs and feet are weak, and now he can even squat for three quarters of an hour, as long as he persists a little, he feels that half an hour is not a problem.

As long as he can hold on today, Jingjian will teach him to practice swords.

He was ecstatic.

Once his father practiced the sword in front of him, the clouds flowed, the movements were sharp and sharp, every move was like a fairy on the clouds, but the lethality was extremely strong, and the most impressive point for him was that the father and emperor cut down a big tree as thick as a man's waist without much effort.

It can be seen that the strength of his father's martial arts makes him extremely admired and yearned.

From that moment on, he wanted to practice swords very badly.

I want to be as powerful as my father.

Jing Jian knew his son very well, and when he saw that his son walked aside happily and seriously, and began to squat in a standard posture, a trace of appreciation flashed in his eyes, and he was very relieved.

For so long, he has been letting his son squat and walk and run with weights, not only to exercise his son's lower plate and arm strength, but also to hone his son's heart. As the king of a country, you must have a strong heart that does not admit defeat, otherwise it is not enough to bear the rise and fall and future of a country.

As Su Chengxi said, he may not be the best king, but he wants to do his best to be a good husband and a good father.

When Xiao Yuhuan insisted on it for three quarters of an hour, his calves were already trembling, and sweat slipped down his forehead and flowed into his eyes, making him so uncomfortable that he couldn't help blinking. But he still held on to his standard movements.

Such firmness made Jingjian impressed, and he was quite proud.

This is his son.

It was the son born to him and his beloved.

There is iron willpower.

Stubbornly holding on to what he was seeking, even when he was only six years old, even if he was about to reach his physical limits, he still did not waver.

The closer to the end, the more years are like years, Xiao Yuhuan feels that every moment is torment, and he wants to give up countless times, but this idea in his heart was quickly swallowed up by his father's heroic sword dance moves, and he firmly believed in his heart that he must do a good job, and he must be as strong as his father, so that his father will soon return to him and his mother.

Jingjian always paid attention to the changes in the hourglass, and as soon as half an hour passed, he suppressed his eagerness and whispered: "Your Majesty, the time has come." ”

The words "It's time" are simply the most beautiful voice Xiao Yuhuan has heard.

As soon as he retracted his movements, his legs and feet were weak, and he almost fell to the ground, just when he thought he was going to fall, a pair of wide and warm palms steadily dragged his tempered and no longer thin body, and his voice was never gentle: "Your Majesty, congratulations, you did it." ”