Heaven rewards those who work hard: There is no bottleneck in my martial arts

Chapter 27
The next day.

Zhao Hongming re-bandaged himself, and appeared in front of Chen Xuerong with a weak appearance.

At this time, Chen Xuerong was wearing a white dress and was practicing kung fu with a wooden knife in the yard.

Her body was steaming with steam, and a layer of white mist kept drifting away.

The morning light fell on her ruddy side face, like a fairy descending from the nine heavens, she was so beautiful.

For the past two days, Chen Xuerong stayed in the palace, either guiding Zhao Hongming to practice, or cultivating hard alone.

Always around him.

This feeling is like having another bodyguard by your side.

It's a bit strange.

Zhao Hongming coughed and signaled that he was here.

Chen Xuerong heard the movement, came to her senses, and stopped practicing.

Zhao Hongming said with a slightly apologetic expression: "Miss Chen, I'm sorry, I'm afraid I won't be able to compete with you again during this time."

"It's okay, we can talk about the discussion later."

At that time, she saw that Zhao Hongming's mastery of martial arts was in place, so she subconsciously became serious.

In the end, he didn't control his strength well, which caused Zhao Hongming to be injured.

She was inseparable from it.

Under such a premise, Zhao Hongming didn't blame her at all, which made her feel even more ashamed.

In fact, Zhao Hongming felt that his injury was a blessing in disguise.

Right now, with the blessing of the Heavenly Dao Rewarding Martial Arts panel, his martial arts have basically been fully cultivated and mastered.

During this period of time, he was focused on practicing the Eight Desolation Immortal Skill, so whether he was injured or not would not have much impact on his cultivation.

Instead, you can use the excuse of being injured in the future to go deep and stay simple, and concentrate on cultivation.

Just like this morning, he asked the people below to go to the study to ask for leave, and no one doubted it.

Knowing that he was injured during martial arts practice, the crown prince and a few brothers even asked someone to deliver some healing medicine, which benefited him for nothing.

In addition, because of the injury, Zhao Hongming can also use this as an excuse to let Chen Xuerong demonstrate and explain in person, reducing the number of times of actual combat.

Avoid his dilemma and kill two birds with one stone.

"Your Highness, it's time to take medicine."

While the two were talking, Wang Bao walked over step by step, holding the medicine box with his hips pouted.

This medicine is a healing medicine sent by the emperor brothers.

It has the effect of nourishing blood and Qi, and speeding up wound healing.

He has tested it with mice, and there is no problem, so he can take it boldly.

Zhao Hongming took a pill and put it in his mouth, and then swallowed it with warm water.

Because his wound has healed under the influence of immortality.

Zhao Hongming took these elixir purely as a tonic, just to improve his physique.

After Zhao Hongming finished drinking the warm water, he put the porcelain cup back on the tray.

Wang Bao leaned over and lowered his head, his buttocks were always shaking restlessly.

He also suffered a lot of injuries from the punishment of the stick last time.

And that rash little eunuch has not been seen again today, it is probably more or less ominous.

For this matter, Zhao Hongming didn't think he was too harsh.

Their royal family has no authority in martial arts, and they rely on rewards and punishments to control order.

If you are too weak to the people below, you will lose your prestige instead.

Once the prestige is lost, it will be extremely dangerous for the royal family.

In history, it is generally difficult for the children of the royal family who are weak or domineering to live to adulthood.

Zhao Hongming moved his mind slightly and said, "Come here, bring me the golden sore medicine from my study."

"Yes."

In less than a dozen breaths, the servant brought over the golden sore medicine from his study,
Zhao Hongming put it on the tray, and said: "This medicine is very effective for trauma, go back and wipe your buttocks well, don't wriggle around in front of me."

A smile immediately filled Wang Bao's face, and he said, "Thank you, Your Highness, for the medicine, my servant."

Zhao Hongming said indifferently: "Go down, and take good care of the people below."

"Yes."

Chen Xuerong saw that Zhao Hongming had a big stick in his left hand and a carrot in his right hand, and his way of training the people below was old-fashioned.

Not at all like a 13-year-old boy.

As if thinking of something, Chen Xuerong reminded: "Your Highness, your body is still relatively weak now, and the power of some elixir may not be able to be digested well. I happen to know some medicinal food, which can regulate the body. I will tell the cook in the dining room and let them make it."

After finishing speaking, Chen Xuerong walked out of the courtyard and went to the dining room.

Appreciating her graceful back view, Zhao Hongming's mood became cheerful in the morning.

After living in the palace for so many years, every day he either saw the eunuchs, or the emperor and the mother.

There are not many opportunities like this.

Soon, Chen Xuerong went back and forth, and came back with a bowl of hot soup. The bowl was still steaming, obviously it had just been made.

Chen Xuerong said: "This is Bajiuzi soup. Not only does it taste good, it can also stimulate the body's vitality, and it is also of great benefit to Your Highness."

"Oh!" Zhao Hongming said, "Then I have to try it."

Seeing this, the little eunuch hurriedly reminded him: "Your Highness, according to the rules in our palace, you need to try it before you can taste it."

Zhao Hongming is quite satisfied with his management.

After the Korean assassin incident, he felt that his eating was too casual and unsafe. If someone poisoned him, accidents would easily happen.

Moreover, in this special period, the environment is turbulent.

So under his intentional or unintentional hint, Wang Bao wisely set up a set of drug testing procedures.

Zhao Hongming pretended to be angry and said: "Slave, can Miss Chen still harm me?"

The little eunuch was shaking like chaff, kneeling on the ground without saying a word.

Chen Xuerong made a timely rescue and said: "What he said is reasonable, assassins are rampant in the palace now, Your Highness should be more careful about meals."

After finishing speaking, she habitually picked up a small cup, took a spoonful, and tasted it herself.

"The taste is a little weaker."

Zhao Hongming smiled and said, "I'm here to try it too."

He picked up the spoon and took a sip. The taste was sweet and sour, and he couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

"What's the matter?" Seeing him like this, Chen Xuerong frowned and said, "You said this soup doesn't suit His Highness's taste."

Zhao Hongming shook his head and said, "That's not true, this soup is delicious."

"Why then?"

Zhao Hongming lowered his head, fiddled with the spoon in the bowl and said, "Ben Gong is so big, it's the first time someone cooks soup for Ben Gong like this, and I feel a lot of emotion at the moment, which made Ms. Chen laugh."

After Chen Xuerong finished listening, she was speechless.

Only then did she remember that the prince in front of her lost her mother when she was four years old, and then lived alone for eight or nine years without anyone caring about her.

For so many years, no one has supported me along the way, it must have been extremely hard.

Zhao Hongming drank the whole bowl of soup, and it gradually became effective, and his complexion became more rosy.

"Let's not talk about this." Zhao Hongming said: "I will be inconvenient to move in the future. I still hope that Miss Chen will explain some actual combat experience to me in the future, so that there is no need for discussion."

"Okay." Chen Xuerong nodded in agreement.

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