Chapter 1547: Tiger Girl 31
When she woke up and had dinner, Qiuye said that General Zhao, the crown prince, and the third brother had just returned from going to court.
There is also a morning court on the first day of the new year. The emperor will pray to heaven on this day, and then all civil and military officials will pay New Year greetings to the emperor, so he puts on his court clothes early in the morning and goes to the palace.
Thinking that they all came back, but she had just woken up, she felt a little guilty.
After finishing lunch, he was leaning there, bored, when Zhao Yingyue came with Zhao Heming. The two took off their cloaks, both dressed in fancy clothes, with swords hanging on their waists. It was said that General Zhao had agreed to let the two of them come to Zhulan Courtyard when they needed to practice martial arts.
Upon hearing this, Xining asked Dongmei to clean up a room for the two of them to rest when they were tired.
Zhao Heming said happily: "Sister-in-law, we are about to practice."
Xining was stunned: "Today is the first day of the Lunar New Year, do you still have to practice?"
Zhao Heming suppressed his smile and felt helpless: "Regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter, we have to practice every day."
Zhao Yingyue slapped him: "What nonsense, finish today's practice!"
Zhao Heming stared: "Hit me again, be careful. I will tell my grandmother to find a wife who is fierce and can control you!"
"You still say that!" Although Zhao Heming raised his palm, he easily let Zhao Yingyue escape.
The two walked to the courtyard and started practicing sword practice.
Xining moved to the fire bed by the window of the outer room and looked at the uncle and nephew outside the window, slashing horizontally and vertically, shaking their swords, and sweeping away the snow on the ground from time to time.
As a descendant of the general's palace, he has been practicing martial arts since he was a child. There are several daughters of military generals who are also good at martial arts, including some of the ancestors who preceded the General's Mansion. Although women could not obtain official positions in the court, they could still join their father and brothers in fighting the enemy.
It's a pity that Aunt Xu is so delicate that she doesn't want two concubines to practice martial arts. Mrs. Zhao naturally agreed, but Mrs. Zhao only had a daughter and was reluctant to let her suffer. What's more, you can't get an official position by practicing martial arts, and you still have to be loyal to the country at all times.
After half a stick of incense, the kang was slowly warming up, but the uncle and nephew outside were still practicing. Two or three maids hid in the corner of the pillar and peeked, laughing and talking softly from time to time, with a strange light in their eyes.
Dongmei, who was standing by the kang, also looked out the window curiously: "How long will the third young master and young master Sun be practicing?"
"I don't know." This is the truth. The body owner has never cared about or interfered with the affairs of his father, brother, and nephew: "When we go to the battlefield, we sometimes attack the city for days and nights."
She had also experienced it. At that time, she slept in the place closest to the city wall, and the blood-spattered County Lord Baoyi did not dare to leave her body. She was not as comfortable as she is now.
Knowing that the body owner was weak and afraid of the cold, he built a heated kang so that she could lean on the kang, which was warm in winter and cool in summer, so that she could see the scenery in the yard. This house has more furniture that she can lean on and lie down on than other houses. In addition to beds and Kangs, there are also couches, wooden couches, beauty couches, and bamboo couches, so that she can walk and lie down wherever she wants.
The second master, who was probably paralyzed, did not think so carefully.
Such a delicate and weak young lady, not to mention marrying Zhao Chengzong, would not be able to be the head mother of an ordinary official family.
Now she was asked to use this body to find a way to protect the general's residence. Look at Zhao Heming, who is still young, every move is in style, the sword flower trembles beautifully, and the sword still has a sharp edge when it is swung. But she only had the strength to half lie down and watch.
After practicing for a full hour, the uncle and nephew finally stopped. By this time, they were dripping with sweat, and hot smoke was coming out of their heads like a steamer.
Their servant quickly handed over the sweat towel and followed them to the room that had been sorted out next to them.
After another time of burning incense, the two of them came to her place after scrubbing and changing clothes.
"Sit down and take a rest!" Xining said with a smile.
A small kang table was placed in the middle of the fire kang. The two of them sat on the other side of the kang table, and the maid served hot tea.
Zhao Heming picked it up and drank it, but spit it out: "It's too hot."
"Drink slowly when it's hot. Drink water suddenly when you're thirsty. It's not good." Xining leaned on the large pillow and raised his chin to Zhao Yingyue: "Look at your third uncle, even in the general's palace, he is still a noble son, a little bit "Look." Zhao Yingyue was sitting next to him, holding a cup of tea, and his slow and leisurely look was completely different from the way he had just moved like a rabbit and walked like a dragon.
Zhao Heming rolled his eyes: "I'm still young, so I have to take advantage of this little time to be free."
This reason made Xining laugh. This kid is not stupid, but rather quirky.
Then Zhao Heming pestered Zhao Yingyue to talk about the border issues. Zhao Yingyue said that it was rare for him to be silent and listen quietly with his eyes wide open.
Zhao Heming couldn't help but be fascinated: "Third uncle, I will go there in a few years."
"Come on!" Xining couldn't help but laugh: "He picked the best and said, what about hunting foxes in the snow? When you go over, be careful your nose will be frozen off. Those Tartars are cannibals, and half-grown ones like you, The meat is the best if it is neither tender nor old.”
Zhao Heming was startled: "Sister-in-law, please don't scare me."
"Why are you scaring me..." Xining couldn't help but remember that in order to attack the city, the Hun prince massacred the people, and two boiled heads were thrown outside the city gate.
Without legal constraints, humans are beasts. At this time, who has the power and the soldiers has the final say.
She was lost in thought for a while until Zhao Heming called her.
"Sister-in-law, sister-in-law!" Zhao Heming was not surprised that she was distracted. After all, it is normal for people with poor health to be distracted.
He said enthusiastically: "Sister-in-law, let's go out for a walk tomorrow. During the Chinese New Year, the streets are very lively."
"Okay!" Xining agreed happily, lying down all the time was not a problem.
Zhao Yingyue glared: "I knew how to get your sister-in-law."
If you don't zip it up, you may not want to take it out. Zhao Heming smiled and touched his nose, as long as the goal was achieved.
Zhao Yingyue then arranged: "Then go to bed early tonight and go out after practicing early tomorrow morning."
"You're still practicing, so you can't take a day off." Zhao Heming wailed: "Let's practice again when we get back."
Zhao Yingyue was uncompromising: "Go after practice!"
In the early morning, Xi Ning finished his breakfast and leaned on the heated floor, watching the uncle and nephew practicing with guns in the yard.
Being a military commander is not like on the stage, where the same weapon is used until the end of the play. On the battlefield, if your weapon sometimes falls out of your hands or gets stuck in the enemy's bones, you have to pick up whatever weapon you want and use it. Therefore, he is proficient in all kinds of martial arts, especially the commonly used swords, sticks, guns and arrows.
In order to cooperate with Zhao Heming, Zhao Yingyue did not use the penetrating Overlord Spear, but an ordinary long cherry spear with a flat head and no sharp edges on all sides.
"Quick, quick, quick! The point of a gun is to be quick." Zhao Yingyue was able to shoot with ease and was able to teach him a lesson. In comparison, Zhao He was obviously slower to react and evasive.
Spotting a flaw, Zhao Yingyue used the barrel of the gun to challenge Zhao Heming, causing him to fall to the ground, chewing on the mud, and hitting him on the buttocks with a stick.
"Ah~" Zhao Heming turned over and shouted to the third aunt in the window: "Sister-in-law, look at the third uncle, bullying me!"
Zhao Yingyue held a gun in one hand and akimbo with the other, laughing loudly: "You are not good at academics, but you still have the nerve to ask for help. If you are like this, you will be dead by the time you go to the battlefield!"
Zhao Heming stamped his feet angrily: "Don't worry, when I grow up, I will definitely beat you down."
"Haha, remember your words, I'll be waiting!" Zhao Yingyue laughed heartily, making many maids who peeked at the martial arts practice blush with their hearts beating.
(End of chapter)