This is a damn era

Author: The chef of 300 jin

This is a damn era

When Cao Xiang heard that I was going to practice Yang Chuan’s martial arts personally, he smiled with relief.

"Yangchuan, take a break early. The Japanese Marquis of Ming Dynasty will help you inspect the fiefdom and go fishing for you. Hehehe, hahaha..." Cao Xiang laughed strangely, patted Yang Chuan's shoulder with great pity, and went back to his room to sleep.

Yang Chuan looked confused.

He glanced at Princess Pingyang, who was plump and extremely lazy, and turned to look at Cao Xiang's gloating back. Why did he feel a little uncomfortable in his heart? He couldn't help but say, "Your Highness, Princess, you are only a little over thirteen years old..."

"A man is a real man, fourteen years old, and he should have learned to ride a archery and horse weapon," Princess Pingyang looked calm and waved her hand gently, "You go down, I will enjoy the cool air on this rooftop tonight."

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

From Cao Xiang's gloating face and his sarcastic words, Yang Chuan vaguely felt that from tomorrow, his good days might be over...

...

The next day, at dawn, Yang Chuan was still in his dream, but was awakened by a brutal sound of slapping the door: "The eldest princess has an order, please ask Mr. Yang Chuan to practice riding and shooting skills."

Yang Chuan got up from the bed and looked at the dark sky outside the window, looking at the face of dying life.

Last night, he was busy digging tunnels until he was ugly. He had to practice riding and shooting skills less than an hour after lying down. His small body couldn't stand it at all.

However, thinking about Princess Pingyang's methods of treating people, he did not dare to neglect it. He washed it randomly and ran outside.

On an open space, Princess Pingyang was wearing a armored suit and a scarlet cloak. She had already sat upright on the horse's back and stared at Yang Chuan with a frosty face: "This is the first time. I will not cure you for the crime of missing the time. If there is a next time, I will pinch you for a stick of incense!"

Yang Chuan quickly bowed and thanked: "I won't dare to do it next time."

Princess Pingyang nodded slightly, pointed to a large fertile field in the distance, and said leisurely: "You can run around the fertile field for one hundred times within one hour."

Yang Chuan secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He was quite confident when he was running away...

Unexpectedly, when Princess Pingyang waved her hand, several servants and palace maids ran over quickly and threw a lot of things in front of Yang Chuan, but she was wearing a pair of white iron armor, horse spear, iron helmet and other outfits;

The zijia looks good, it should be about forty kilograms.

"When Huo Qubing was practicing, he was carrying fifteen kilograms of military rations, ten kilograms of clear water, and fifteen kilograms of bags. If you are thin, just forget it." Princess Pingyang said calmly.

Yang Chuan's face looked very ugly.

Isn’t this the “ten-kilometer off-road” of later generations? Isn’t this a pair of iron armor of more than 40 kilograms, a horse spear of about 25 kilograms, and an iron helmet of about 3 kilograms, and a hundred laps in one hour?

Looking at Yang Chuan with a frown, Princess Pingyang suddenly smiled and said, "If you think you can't do it, you can just speak up. However, from now on, you will have nothing to do with my Princess Pingyang, Wei Qing, and the Cao family of Pingyang Hou.

Young Master Yangchuan, it’s still time to regret it.”

Yang Chuan walked to the pile of "equipment" without saying a word and began to wear it.

Princess Pingyang was very satisfied and nodded indecisively. With a wave of her hand, the palace maids quickly stepped forward to help. It took a full cup of tea before they were dressed neatly.

Yang Chuan knew very well that the so-called "training" this time was just an excuse, and the meaning of this great Han princess was very clear: the eldest princess would not collect waste.

Since he made friends with Huo Qubing and determined to become a "big Han chef" who ruled the world, in this bullshit Han Empire, he actually had no way out and could only go to the dark side of the road of Princess, Wei Qing and Huo Qubing.

Of course, that's what it looks like on the surface.

He also discovered a detail, that is, the pair of white iron armor given to him by Princess Pingyang, not only matches his thin figure, but also, in terms of quality and style, it is exactly the same as the set of Huo Qubing.

The iron armor of the Yulin Army?

In other words, Princess Pingyang's move was actually the intention of Emperor Liu Che? Although in name, he is only a "farmer" who is more noble in the 13th level. In fact, in some people's plates, Yang Chuan has been deemed to be the emperor?

Yang Chuan couldn't help but think a few more layers...

...

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. However, he was wearing a pair of iron armor worth dozens of kilograms and carrying a horse spear two or three times longer than him.

Only by knowing the hard work in this way.

After running around a large area of ​​crops for only seven or eight times, he began to feel a little unable to withstand it, his calves kept shaking, as if he was about to get cramps at any time.

Especially the lungs, it feels like smoking. Every breath will make you feel so painful.

The sun is coming out.

The mornings in midsummer in Guanzhong can be so hot that people are dying. Yang Chuan's head and face are covered with sweat. The "guji" sounds constantly in his deer leather boots. It should be because there is a lot of sweat inside, which is smooth and uncomfortable.

Forty laps.

Fifty laps.

Eighty laps.

Gradually, stars began to appear in front of Yang Chuan's eyes, colorful and very beautiful, which was one of the manifestations of the extreme physical energy consumption.

But he kept insisting, running for a moment, like a stubborn fox, gritting his teeth and roaring in his heart: "Don't it just depends on my perseverance? Let you see it!"

He was a little confused. These bullshit figures in the Han Empire seemed to have some evil taste of abuse. This Princess Pingyang clearly wanted to express her kindness to Yang Chuan, but in the end, the method he took was to "train" people to death...

At some point, Cao Xiang came to the "training ground" and lay on Yangchuan's horse stool. He was leisurely drinking fresh milk, eating various fruits and snacks, and shouting "Come on" from time to time.

Beside him, several little chefs were serving each other, shaking fans and rubbing shoulders and backs, making Yang Chuan's jealous teeth itchy.

"Yangchuan's little thief is very dumb," When Yangchuan ran to the 90th lap, even Cao Xiang couldn't help but sigh, "At that time, Huo Qubing's birdman couldn't stand it, and fainted when he ran to the 85th lap."

Princess Pingyang sat upright on the horse's back, glanced at her son coldly, and said, "When you recover from illness, I will train you again."

Cao Xiang's face froze and he smiled awkwardly: "My son has a serious bone deficiency and is also sick. This disease is very serious. Yang Chuan said that if it is not completely cured, it will kill people..."

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

Cao Xiang turned his head and thought for a while, sighed: "Mother, since you want to thank Yang Chuan for a lot of rewards, why do you still have to torture him like this? Mother is not afraid that this guy will be resentful, but he will not be able to lose one."

Princess Pingyang glared at her son, sighed depressedly, and said, "Your uncle has recently taken dozens of women. I heard that there is a beauty Chen and a beauty Li who can sing and dance. She is very good at belly fat and is pregnant with a dragon seed."

Cao Xiang stayed for a long time, and his mood quickly became depressed, cursing in a muffled voice: "Wei Zifu is such a fool. He is a dignified queen. His son is almost made the crown prince, but he still cried all day long, like a star in destruction, and deserves to be neglected!"

Princess Pingyang looked at Yang Chuan who was struggling with death with a meaningful smile in her eyes, and gently waved the whip in her hand: "Cao Xiang, Yang Chuan is very reliable. You can treat her well for your brother in the future."

After saying that, he rode his horse and ran away, and went straight back to Chang'an City.

Cao Xiang nodded silently, stood up from the horse stool, took a large basin of slurry, and walked towards Yangchuan with big strides: "Yangchuan, there is still the last lap left, I am waiting to invite you to drink slurry."

The prelude to the Chang'an City chapter is basically completed. The chef thanks readers for collecting, voting, commenting (swearing) and reading.

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