Qin Hu

Chapter 55: Vigorousness of Pre-Qin Women!
If Zhao Zihu doesn't study, it's fine. Since he wants to learn, he must use his [-]% energy and learn as fast as possible.

He was able to learn riding and archery skills from scratch in a few days before, and surpassed his teacher Han Fei because of this idea.

However, at that time, it was out of interest, living in the pre-Qin period and living in a deep palace, and there was a lack of entertainment, so riding and hunting could relieve the boredom, and the prey could be cooked as delicious food, so I called my friends and friends to eat Hesai.

But now, it is because of his fighting spirit not to be bullied by Xiangliyue, and the happiness of the rest of his life, so he is naturally more attentive.

Zhang Liang and the cold-blooded thirteen eagles, who were still looking good, followed him to receive Xiangliyue's instructions and practiced swordsmanship one by one.

But gradually the scorching sun rose, and the boring and physically demanding swordsmanship practice made Zhang Liang the first to fall behind, and the frail little house was so tired that he lay on the ground and couldn't even kick.

Cold-Blooded Thirteen Eagles are slightly stronger than Little House, but they are also limited.

Younger people like Diao Chan and Hu Hai lay down one after another, while Li You, who was older, reluctantly followed Zhao Zihu, practiced a hundred times of sword moves, and also lay there panting, yelling that his arm was about to break.

As for Zhao Zihu, after everyone was tired, he still practiced under the scorching sun, without Xiang Liyue's urging, he would adjust the sword moves that often went out of shape by himself, thinking about how to practice best.

Xiangli Yue originally thought that he was new for a while, and after practicing for a while, he would be lazy and play tricks.

But the result was far beyond expectations. Zhao Zihu finished training in the morning, ate a full lunch, rested for an hour, and continued to practice again.

In the end, Xiangliyue was afraid that he would hurt his arm from training, so he had to ask him to stop and rest for a while every half an hour, rubbing his arm to relax his muscles and bones.

Zhao Zihu stopped twice and stopped again. He knew where his limit was and he didn't need to rest.

It took him a whole day to practice the sword moves to form muscle memory, and when he was eating in the evening, he could not help but poke randomly while holding the chopsticks, completely out of the control of his brain.

The Confucian scholar who came to give him a Confucianism class at the right time, hadn't been poked blind by him with chopsticks...

"If you continue to work so hard in the future, I will be relieved."

Xiang Liyue had dinner, said this before leaving, but was quite relieved.

Zhao Zihu's hands were shaking like chicken paws, he took out a roll of silk cloth with handwriting on it, handed it to Xiangli Yue and said, "Sister Yue took it back to study at night, if you don't understand anything, come and ask me tomorrow."

Xiangliyue didn't refuse, took the roll of silk cloth, bowed her hands to say goodbye and left.

Zhao Zihu watched her leave, and immediately put away his obedient face, and said bitterly: "In the future, you will always be so diligent? Hmph, yes, I will work harder in ten days, just because you won't be able to take it..."

After a while, he turned to look at Zhao Tuo and asked, "How's the result of today's martial arts competition?"

Zhao Tuo brought several large bundles of bamboo slips, put them up with both hands, and said, "The Marquis of Wucheng ordered us to compete in riding, archery, spear and halberd, fencing, strength, and running...Each item will be rated as a ninth grade. Top to top, bottom to bottom, and finally added together, the rankings are ranked from high to low."

It's still the same sentence, good big brother Wang Li, a rich man who is a rich man, is very reliable when he is serious about things.

"Good~!"

Zhao Zihu took the bamboo slips, returned to the felt tent, sat cross-legged on the mat, unfolded the bamboo slips with shaking hands, and checked the strength ranking of his followers.

This competition, the ranking of seats and so on, is just one of them, the main thing is to find out everyone's bottom, and use it well in the future, you have to memorize it!

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When Xiangliyue returned to the Juechen camp, it was completely dark.

The chubby niece Qing'er was waiting for her outside the camp. Seeing her come back, she rushed up to meet her and asked curiously, "How is Aunt Yue? Are you going to spank that naughty boy today?"

Well, this fat girl actually has a grudge against Zhao Zihu in her heart.

The day before yesterday Zhao Zihu sneaked to see the bride, but mistook her for the bride, and then his face was full of reluctance, obviously he disliked her.

Later, when she heard that the bride was her Aunt Yue, she smiled again.

A fat girl also has self-respect, and it is impossible not to hold grudges in her heart if she is so disgusted by Zhao Zihu. I wish Aunt Yue would beat Zhao Zihu's ass to death!

Xiangliyue shook her head and said, "No spanking."

Fat Qing'er was stunned for a moment, and asked doubtfully, "No spanking? Could it be that he is very obedient?"

Xiangliyue shook her head again: "Not obedient either."

Fat Qing'er was even more puzzled: "Then why don't you spank? How did Aunt Yue urge him to be obedient? Could it be that he just let it go?"

Xiangliyue looked down at the jade hand, her cool and charming face blushed: "You don't understand even if I tell you."

Fat Qing'er is older than Zhao Zihu, she already knows everything, and she is not like Xiang Liyue who is an engineering dog, she is very clever.

Deliberately, seeing her aunt's embarrassing appearance, she already guessed something, bared her little canine teeth and said, "Could it be that Aunt Yue got into his bed?"

This is the vigor of pre-Qin women.

Xiangliyue did get under the covers, but it was a different thing from what she thought about under the covers. He cast a blank glance at her and said, "You are so young, you can only think about dirty things..."

As he spoke, he took out a big meat bun wrapped in a cloth towel, took it out to stuff Fat Qing'er's mouth, and walked towards the tent.

Fat Qing'er whimpered strangely, and when he found out that it was food, he hurriedly held it in both hands, and after trying to take a bite, his big eyes narrowed into crescent moons: "Wow, it's really delicious~!"

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Inside the tent, Xiangli Yue bowed her hands to the old Xiangli who was making tea and said, "Father, Yue'er is back."

The old minister had heard the commotion outside the tent long ago, stroked his white beard and asked with a smile: "How is today? Can the clan's naughty tiger teach you?"

Xiangliyue came to him and knelt down, put down the silk cloth roll in her hand, took over the work of making tea, and replied: "At the beginning, I was a little disobedient, but after I started learning swords, I became extremely serious and determined. Stunning."

The old man raised his eyebrows in amazement, and after pondering for a moment, he smiled and shook his head and said, "Guo is a smart kid, probably knowing that he can't hide, so he wants to learn early so that he can escape your discipline."

Xiang Liyue nodded lightly: "That's probably the case. He has strong bones and excellent talent. I'm afraid he will surpass me in a year or so."

What she said, she didn't know whether she looked up to herself or Zhao Zihu underestimated.

Zhao Zihu beat her in ten days, but she still wanted to discipline Zhao Zihu for a year or so.

The old minister didn't understand the inside story, so he also believed her, turned to look at the silk scroll she brought back, and asked, "What is this?"

Xiangliyue hesitated and said: "Perhaps it is about the knowledge of ingenuity. He asked me to bring it back to study by myself. If there is anything I don't understand, I can ask him for advice tomorrow."

Old Xiangli's old eyes lit up, and he picked it up without hesitation, and unfolded it to look at it.

(End of this chapter)