After several experiments, Wan Yanjing was defeated and instructed Gan Tang to find a rope to pass through the hole in the token and hang the token around his neck.

She had heard that there was a kind of hibiscus incense that could be smoked in the Western Regions, which could relieve the pain of patients at first, but after a long time, she would become addicted and could no longer leave.

Could it be that this little token is something similar? It's too fast!

Hibiscus incense has to be smoked every day, at least a few weeks before it has an addictive effect, she got the small token for less than half a day, not to mention that Steward Zhang has not come to her to ask for the token back now, and I haven't heard that Steward Zhang has any discomfort, obviously before her, Steward Zhang has been with this token for a longer time.

"Master Yang is here, the princess is not feeling well today, why don't you rest first, and let Imperial Doctor Deng come to take a look at the princess tomorrow?" Gan Tang frowned and worried.

After Yan Jing walked to the outer hall and took a look, Master Yang was already waiting outside.

Master Yang's real name is Sangu, the daughter of the director of the Yang Martial Arts Hall in Beijing, about forty years old, although she has two daughters and a son, but she has practiced martial arts since she was a child, and at this time she is a short fight, looking quite young and neat.

Wan Yan Jing's own selection of masters, has its own merits, Master Yang is not only superb martial arts, but also a very strict teacher, and will not have any indulgence to her because of Wan Yan Jing's identity, if Wan Yan Jing releases her pigeons today, she will definitely be cleaned up next time.

"Since you're here, let's go, I think it's much better, I can't let Master Yang come for nothing." Wan Yanjing decided to continue practicing martial arts, if it is not painful, if it is painful, it will not work. She probably just caught the wind on her head, and she was sweating from exercise.

Wan Yan Jing changed into a martial arts uniform, followed Master Yang to the martial arts training hall, Master Yang taught very seriously, and couldn't wait to teach what he had learned all his life, first, Wan Yanjing was indeed a good student who worked hard and obediently, and second, when her daughter got married, Wan Yanjing gave her a big red envelope, as for the third ......

Yang Sangu looked at the small token that Yan Jing hung around her neck, and for a moment she was distracted, but when she looked up, she saw Yan Jing looking at her with Ling Ling.

Wan Yan Jing's eyebrows were slightly raised, and her heart moved, but Yang Sangu then smiled and talked about this token with her generously: "The ornament that the princess is wearing today is chic, which is different from the princess's previous style. ”

Gan Tang looked at Yan Jing's eyes, and naturally took over the words, with a sad tone: "It is a gift prepared by the prince of my family for the princess, a good thing to calm down, but it is a pity that the prince of my family does not know when he will wake up." ”

Yang Sangu also smiled, folded her hands and sighed: "The prince is a good person, and he must have his own natural appearance." ”

Under the guidance of Master Yang, Wan Yanjing first ran around the martial arts field for several laps, and then carried a steel knife weighing about seven catties to practice chopping.

This steel knife, Wan Yanjing didn't talk about chopping at first, she had to hold it with both hands, but now that she has practiced for more than a year, she can also wield it in a similar way, and her palms also have a knife callus.

It was the height of summer, and although the location where Wan Yanjing practiced the knife was in the shade, it was like this every day, and it was inevitable that he would get a little tanned.

Kyoto women pursue the delicate body of slender waist and white skin, Wan Yanjing used to be the leader in this paragraph, and now it is only a few spring and autumn, it has completely changed its appearance, and when she went to the banquet, she was not less sneered at by the ladies of the family in private, but no one dared to come to her to find it unhappy, everyone was okay with it, and Yan Jing should not know.

"Hey, ha, hey!!" After practicing the knife, Wan Yanjing began to punch again.

She practiced the Yang family's ancestral Yang family boxing, known for its combination of rigidity and softness, and its strength was also famous in the rivers and lakes decades ago, especially suitable for women to practice.

The sweat on her face flowed down the side of her neck into a stream, her clothes were all soaked, and her strength began to be overdrawn, but she didn't stop, her eyes sharpened, and her fists became more violent. The small fist smashed into the sandbag with a "bang", with a killing intent like a bamboo.

Yang Sangu was relieved to watch from the sidelines, and nodded from time to time.

In the past year or so of boxing and wielding knives, Wan Yanjing didn't think about anything else, she only imagined the sandbag in front of her as Huo Xiang's dignified face, and there was a fierce spirit rising in her heart, and the power of boxing increased greatly.

What is ugliness, as long as you can defeat Huo Xiang, as long as you can get revenge, it doesn't matter.

It's just that the more she fights, the heavier her mood becomes, and every time she is praised by Master Yang, not only will she not be happy, but she will think of the scene when Huo Xiang was wearing a white robe and standing on a high wall with one person and one sword.

If people don't move, they will fly;

A sword rises, and the wind and clouds are born!

There is a dragon and tiger roaring between the lightning and thunder, the sound is powerful and quiet, a minimalist and quiet sword, like a child who has just learned the sword to swing it casually.

The next moment, the mountain collapsed and the ground cracked, and the twelve-star dragon sparrow array, which Dajin had stood for hundreds of years, was broken like that, and the thousand-mile-high wall that Dajin had continuously strengthened and cast for dozens of generations collapsed like that.

At that scene, she had watched it with tears in her eyes.

That scene also became her invincible demon.

Such a powerful person, who seems to have the power of ghosts and gods, how can she defeat the flower fist embroidered legs that she practiced with Master Yang.

She slashed 500 times a day, punched 500 times, and didn't break the sandbag for more than a year, how could she let this fist give Huo Xiang a heavy blow.

Whenever she thought about it, infinite despair overwhelmed her, making her sad and almost crying.

It's a pity that she didn't shed tears in the end, probably all of them dried up in those years. These useless things will not allow her to defeat the enemy.

It can only be that one punch is more fierce than the other, she doesn't believe it, they are all people, Huo Xiang can be so strong, but she can't.

If there was no steel knife hanging over his head, and no hatred on his back, this regular life would be comfortable.

lives in the palace of Wuxuan Palace, bearing the name of Princess Wuxuan, in vain; With the desire to dismantle Huo Xiang into eight pieces, he knew that the grasshopper shaking the tree was just a joke.

The hatred fades day by day with the trials of time, and the fighting spirit and edges will gradually disappear with her age, and it may be nothing more than the end of her life until she dies.

But I didn't expect that the world is impermanent, although the grasshopper can't shake the towering tree, but the towering tree may be unlucky and struck by lightning.

Now, she is boxing again, but she is in a completely different state of mind, it stands to reason that Huo Xiang is gone, and she doesn't need to practice martial arts so hard, but after letting go of Huo Xiang, she has an unusual heartiness in boxing today.

"Bang!" Wan Yanjing concentrated her attention, and another punch blasted out, this punch roared past, and there was a hidden sound of gold and stone, unlike usual, the sandbag that received this punch exploded instantly, and the sand and soil scattered all over her from top to bottom.

"Phew! Phew! Wanyan was stunned for a moment, and then jumped away and wiped the dust off his face.

Gan Tang had already prepared the water and cloth towel that she wiped after practicing martial arts, but now that she had used it early, Wan Yanjing reluctantly washed her face and arms.

Gan Tang, who was waiting not far away, scolded the guards and little maids outside the martial arts field: "This sandbag has just been replaced with a new one, how can it still burst open, Sister Yushi, let her come to the palace quickly, where did she buy the sandbag." The princess's hands were bleeding, and she didn't hurry to get the ointment and bandages. Princess, are you okay? I'm going to ask Dr. Deng to come over. ”

Wan Yanjing shook her head, looking at the little abrasions on her hands, slightly distracted, she was still immersed in the feeling of the punch just now.

Yang Sangu walked over quickly, different from Wan Yanjing's hurried guard, she was actually full of joy: "Congratulations to the princess on her promotion in martial arts!" ”