Hearing that the old lady was going to practice Yang Chuan's martial arts in person, Cao Xiang smiled with relief.

"Yang Chuan, rest early, tomorrow the Japanese Marquis will help you go to inspect the fiefdom and go fishing for you, hehehe, hahaha......" Cao Xiang laughed a few times, patted Yang Chuan's shoulder very pitifully, and went back to his room to sleep.

Yang Chuan looked confused.

He glanced at the plump and lazy Princess Pingyang, turned his head to look at Cao Xiang's gloating back, how could he feel a little not very good in his heart, and couldn't help but say: "Your Royal Highness the eldest princess, the kid is only a little over thirteen years old......

"The husband of the man, fourteen years old, should have learned to ride a bow and a horse blade a long time ago," Princess Pingyang looked indifferent, and waved her hand lightly, "You go down, the palace will enjoy the cool on this rooftop tonight." ”

Yang Chuan wanted to say something, but was pushed down the wooden building by several fierce palace maids, and returned to his room dejectedly.

From Cao Xiang's gloating face and his yin and yang strange words, Yang Chuan vaguely felt that from tomorrow, his good days might come to an end......

……

The next day, Yang Chuan was still in a dream, and he was awakened by a rough knock on the door: "The eldest princess has an order, please ask Yang Chuan Gongzi to practice the art of riding and shooting." ”

Yang Chuan got up from the bed and looked at the dark sky outside the window, with a loveless face.

Last night, he was busy digging tunnels until he was ugly, and he had to practice riding and archery for less than an hour, and his small body couldn't bear it at all.

However, thinking about Princess Pingyang's methods of governing people, he didn't dare to slack off, so he ran outside after a random freshening up.

In a clearing, Princess Pingyang was dressed in an armored suit and a scarlet coat, and she was already sitting on horseback, staring at Yang Chuan with a frosty face: "It's the first time to miss you, this palace will not cure you of the crime of missing the time, if there is a next time, pinch you with a stick of incense!" ”

Yang Chuan hurriedly bowed down and thanked: "The kid won't dare next time." ”

Princess Pingyang nodded slightly, pointed to a large piece of fertile land in the distance, and said leisurely: "Within one hour, run around the fertile field for a hundred laps." ”

Yang Chuan secretly breathed a sigh of relief, if he wanted to talk about the kung fu of running away, he was still quite confident......

Unexpectedly, as soon as Princess Pingyang beckoned, several servants and palace maids ran over quickly and threw a lot of things in front of Yang Chuan, but they were a pair of white iron armor, horse lances, iron helmets and other outfits;

Zajia looks like a good workmanship, it should be about forty catties.

"When Huo Qu was ill and practicing, he was still carrying fifteen catties of military rations, ten catties of water, and fifteen catties of luggage, so you are thin and small." Princess Pingyang said indifferently.

Yang Chuan's face was very ugly.

Isn't this the '10-kilometer off-road' of later generations? With a pair of iron armor of more than 40 catties, plus a horse lance of about 25 catties and an iron helmet of about 3 catties, you can run a hundred laps in an hour?

Looking at Yang Chuan, who was frowning and sad, Princess Pingyang suddenly smiled and said, "If you feel that you can't do it, you can speak directly, but from now on, you will have nothing to do with my Princess Pingyang, Wei Qing, and Pingyang Hou Cao's family."

Young Master Yang Chuan, it's too late to regret it now. ”

Yang Chuan walked up to the pile of 'equipment' without saying a word and began to put it on.

Princess Pingyang was very satisfied, nodded slightly, and waved her hand, and the few subordinates and palace maids quickly stepped forward to help, and it took a lot of tea to put it up neatly.

Yang Chuan knew that this so-called 'drill' was just an excuse, and the meaning of this Han princess was very clear: the eldest princess did not accept waste.

Since he befriended Huo Quzhi and aspired to become a 'Han cook' who dominates the world, in this bullshit Han Empire, he actually has no way out, and can only go to the dark on the road of the eldest princess, Wei Qing, and Huo Quzhi.

On the surface, of course, that's what it seems.

He also discovered a detail, that is, the pair of white iron armor given to him by Princess Pingyang not only matched his thin figure very well, but also was exactly the same as Huo Quai's set in terms of quality and style.

The iron armor of the Yulin Army?

In other words, Princess Pingyang's move is actually what Emperor Liu Che meant? Although nominally, he is still only a 'farmer' who is more elegant in the thirteenth rank, in fact, in some people's plates, he Yang Chuan has been defaulted to the emperor's person?

Yang Chuan couldn't help but think about it a few more times......

……

Yang Chuan is very good at running, especially in the mountains and forests, and can even play with Sister Leopard for an hour or two, but he wears a pair of iron armor of dozens of catties on his body, and carries a horse lance that is two or three times longer than him.

The only way to know is that you can only know your own hardship.

After only seven or eight laps around a large field of crops, he began to be a little unable to bear it, and his calves and stomach kept shaking, and he seemed to be cramping at any moment.

The lungs, in particular, are more like the feeling of smoking, and every time you take a breath, it hurts hotly.

The sun is out.

Guanzhong can also heat people to death in the morning of midsummer, Yang Chuan's face is covered with sweat, and in the deerskin boots, the sound of 'coo' is non-stop, it should be filled with a lot of sweat, slippery and greasy, and extremely uncomfortable.

Forty laps.

Fifty laps.

Eighty laps.

Gradually, stars began to emerge in front of Yang Chuan's eyes, colorful, and beautiful, which is one of the manifestations of physical exertion to the limit.

But he kept insisting, running non-stop for a moment, like a stubborn fox, gritting his teeth and holding firm, and roaring angrily in his heart: 'Isn't it just to see Lao Tzu's perseverance? Let's see! ’

He didn't understand, these bullshit bigwigs in the Han Empire seemed to have some bad taste for abusive people, this princess of Pingyang clearly wanted to express her kindness to him Yang Chuan, but in the end, the means taken were to "train" people to death......

I don't know when, Cao Xiang came to the 'drill ground', lying on Yang Chuan's mazhazi, leisurely drinking fresh milk, eating all kinds of fruits and snacks, and shouting a few words of 'come on' from time to time.

Beside him, several little chefs were waiting in front of him, shaking fans and helping him rub his shoulders and pinching his back, which made Yang Chuan's jealous teeth itch.

"Yang Chuan's little thief is very durable," when Yang Chuan ran to the ninetieth lap, even Cao Xiang couldn't help but sigh, "At the beginning, Huo Quai's birdman didn't carry it, and he fainted when he ran to the eighty-fifth lap." ”

Princess Pingyang sat on the horseback, glanced at her son coldly, and said, "When you get better, the old lady will train you again." ”

Cao Xiang's face stiffened, and he sneered: "My son's body is seriously deficient, and he is sick, this disease is very serious, Yang Chuan said, if he is not completely cured, he will die......"

Princess Pingyang sneered: "When you die, the title of Marquis of Pingyang will fall to the heads of your Cao family." ”

Cao Xiang thought about it sideways and sighed: "Mother, since you want to reward Yang Chuan heavily, why do you still toss him so much?" Mother is not afraid that this thing will be resentful, but she will not be able to leave a good one? ”

Princess Pingyang glared at her son, sighed very dejectedly, and said: "Your uncle has recently accepted dozens of women, and I heard that there is a Chen beauty and a Li beauty who can sing and dance, and their stomachs are still very competitive, and they are all pregnant with dragon seeds. ”

Cao Xiang stayed for a while, his mood quickly fell, and he scolded in a sullen voice: "Wei Zifu is really a fool, the dignified queen, his son is about to be made the prince, but he still washes his face with tears all day long, like a mourning star, he deserves to be left out in the cold!" ”

Princess Pingyang looked intently at Yang Chuan, who was dying and struggling, with a meaningful smile in her eyes, and gently waved the horse whip in her hand: "Cao Xiang, Yang Chuan's son is very reliable, and he can be your brother in the future, please treat him kindly." ”

After finishing speaking, he rode his horse and galloped away, and went directly back to Chang'an City.

Cao Xiang nodded silently, stood up from Mazhazi, took a large basin of slurry water, and strode towards Yang Chuan: "Yang Chuan, there is still one last lap left, Ben Hou is waiting to invite you to drink slurry water." ”