"That's it, we can only see the tricks when the time comes."

He took a deep breath and clenched his fists.

After a few moments, he finally came to his senses.

Yuwen Shihong suddenly clenched Yang Qianxue's plain hand.

"Xue'er, you're not very old now, why do you have such athletic skills?"

"Huh?"

Yang Qianxue was stunned for a moment when she heard this, then her pretty face flushed, she stirred her fingers, and said embarrassedly.

"Your Majesty, I'm not afraid of your dislike, in fact, the concubine has been practicing martial arts with the Yang family army since she was a child......"

"Oh-"

Yuwen Shihong suddenly realized.

Yang Qianxue herself is from a family of military generals, and Yang's father is the general of the Northern Zhou Dart Banner, so it is normal to take his daughter to practice martial arts since childhood.

Yuwen Shihong is colorful.

"Xue'er, I actually have a reluctant request."

Yang Qianxue hurriedly exclaimed: "Your Majesty, please speak!" ”

Yuwen Shihong touched Yang Qianxue's head.

"I want to ask you to teach me martial arts!"

Yang Qianxue was stunned for a moment and hesitated.

"Your Majesty, this ......"

"I have made up my mind, I am not afraid of hardship, I am not afraid of tiredness!"

Now in this situation of ambush on all sides, what is the point of being tired? If you are not careful, you will lose your life!

When Yang Qianxue heard this, she could only nod and agree.

The two talked a lot of intimate things that night, and finally hugged each other and fell asleep.

Yuwen Shihong hugged Yang Qianxue and fell asleep, but after he fell asleep, Yang Qianxue quietly opened her beautiful eyes.

She looked up softly at the little emperor's chin that was not yet resolute, and her expression was soft.

Yang Qianxue was very grateful to him for not disliking it after learning that he knew martial arts, but was full of admiration and admiration.

You must know that many women who practice martial arts will be disliked by their husbands and called fierce women, and men always prefer gentle and petty women.

If it weren't for the protection of Yuwen Shihong, Yang Qianxue would not have taken the initiative to expose her martial arts.

She looked deeply at Yuwen Shihong's still immature face, and her pretty face turned slightly crimson.

Thinking about it in her heart, Yang Qianxue slowly fell asleep with a shy face.

Early the next morning, Yuwen Shihong woke up.

A good night's sleep left him refreshed and his mind was nimble.

In his previous life, he often stayed up late to memorize scripts because of his profession, but he rarely had such a comfortable sleep.

He decided to maintain such a biological clock in the future to avoid the dizziness of the brain caused by staying up late.

Yang Qianxue got up with only a single dress and dressed Yuwen Shihong.

"Your Majesty, don't you want to sleep a little longer?"

Yuwen Shihong opened his arms and let Yang Qianxue arrange his belt for him.

"Don't sleep, I'll have to go to the martial arts training ground in a while to see how my guards are doing."

Yang Qianxue pursed her red lips and chuckled.

"The emperor really cares about state affairs."

Because she had to train the troops herself, Yang Qianxue chose a soft and comfortable dragon robe for Yuwen Shihong, the five-clawed golden dragon showed her identity, and the gold thread inlay was extremely low-key, and it was already a stick of incense after tidying up.

The moment Yuwen Shihong stepped out of the palace door, he held his head high, and the majesty of the emperor naturally exuded.

He sighed in his heart that when he was an actor, the emperor's costumes he wore were all inferior products made after reducing funds, and they were generally very stiff in order to maintain the integrity.

It's not a general discomfort to wear.

Now that I have really become an emperor, I found that these clothes are all carefully crafted by craftsmen, and there is no need to deliberately, and the sense of low-key luxury and dignity comes to my face.

And the material of the clothes is very soft and comfortable, and there is no misfit.

"Let's go!"

Yuwen Shihong flicked his sleeves and strode out.

There were already guards waiting at the door, and when he saw Yuwen Shihong coming out, he knelt down respectfully and saluted.

"Your Majesty!"

Yuwen Shihong nodded lightly and continued to walk forward with the guards.

All the palace maids and eunuchs I met on the road stopped and saluted with panic on their faces when they saw him, which made Yuwen Shihong very addicted to the emperor, and his body and mind were refreshed!

No wonder in ancient times there was always that kind of faint monarch who didn't know who he was, in this environment, every day there were courtiers holding it, who was not confused?

When he was about to walk to the martial arts training ground, he met Wei Zhong with a group of little eunuchs rushing towards the harem.

When Wei Zhong saw Yuwen Shihong, he was immediately shocked, and hurriedly rushed over.

"Your Majesty! The slave has seen the emperor! ”

The corners of Yuwen Shihong's eyes twitched, and he glanced at Wei Zhong with disgust.

"Get up, and see what you look like!"

Wei Zhong touched his head and got up.

"Your Majesty, aren't the slaves too excited to see you!"

"Why did you wake up so early today? Why don't you tell the slave to prepare breakfast for you! ”

As soon as he mentioned it, Yuwen Shihong remembered this stubble, touched his stomach, and did feel a little hungry.

"Okay."

"Wei Zhong! I order you to go and prepare more breakfast in the Imperial Dining Room, and also the breakfast of the guards! ”

Wei Zhong nodded and said flatteringly.

"Yes! Slave and maid, let's do it! ”

With that, Wei Zhong walked away again.

Yuwen Shihong's satisfied chin is true.

Although this kind of henchman eunuch looks flattering, he is the best at looking at the emperor's face, and he is also easy to use, this Wei Zhong can be promoted!

Thinking in his heart, Yuwen Shihong stepped into the martial arts arena.

What I didn't expect was that the martial arts arena was empty, and there was no one.

The military flag was still hanging high in the center of the martial arts arena, and a touch of purple air appeared in the sky, and the wind was bleak and cool.

Yuwen Shihong's face suddenly sank, and he said angrily.

"What's going on?! What about people? ”

He turned to the trembling guard beside him, anger in his eyes.

"Let me ask you, when do the guards start training on weekdays?"

One of them fell to his knees with a thud, looking terrified.

"Back to the emperor, in fact, since the battlefield of the Northern Zhou Dynasty was defeated and retreated, the generals' attention was on the front line, and the training of the Ouchi guards has not been carried out for a long time......"

Yuwen Shihong frowned and flicked his sleeves.

"Well, I'll wait here!"

He sighed helplessly in his heart.

In fact, there is no way to do this situation in the Northern Zhou Dynasty, and the front line must now be the top priority for everyone.

But it is also a foolish thing to waste domestic affairs because of this, after all, if you want to conquer the outside world, you must first secure the interior, and domestic reinforcement is also necessary.

The palace guards are still like this, and I'm afraid that the garrison of the imperial capital is not much better.

The imperial capital is the last line of defense in the Northern Zhou Dynasty, and the army is composed of the imperial capital garrison and the palace guards.

The garrison is collectively known as the Dragon Guard, and the overall strength is bound to be much higher than that of the guards, and the specific amount is not very clear to Yuwen Shihong.

The morning light gradually dissipated, the purple gas was hidden by the rising sun, and a round of red sun slowly rose, and the blazing sun sprinkled the earth.

After two or three pillars of incense, the guards were late, and they were all disheveled and looked depressed.