Ying Jingyu's heart skipped a beat, why does this sound so familiar?
"No, Ximeng, I can wash myself."
Yue Ximeng was stunned, raised her gentle and pretty face to look at Jingyu, and chuckled
"Master, you are still embarrassed. Then I will bring you breakfast and medicine, so that you can eat after you wash up."
After Ying Yu's words, before Jing Yu could reply, Xi Meng turned around and left gently with her well-proportioned legs.
Ying Jingyu smiled bitterly and shook his head: "This little girl."
After washing up and wiping my face, I found myself in the large "Cui Bamboo Pavilion" bedroom, which was filled with antiques and delicacies.
If you take a random piece and put it up for auction more than 2,000 years later, it’s not a dream to become rich overnight... tsk tsk
While daydreaming, a light sound of small steps sounded.
I saw Ximeng holding a wooden plate with a bowl of porridge, a bowl of chicken soup, a noodle cake, and a bowl of dark potion on it.
Yue Ximeng put the wooden plate on a table and called out: "Sir, come and eat first."
After Ying Jingyu glanced at it, he walked to the table and sat down, staring at the bowl of soup and frowning.
"Ximeng, you are so cute. Come and eat together."
"Young master, I've already eaten. Besides, this is only enough for you."
"Hey, then sit next to me. No matter how good the food is, it won't be as beautiful as a lady."
Ximeng's pretty face turned red, and she covered her mouth with her sleeves: "Young master, I made fun of you early in the morning. Eat it quickly, it will get cold later."
After that, Ximeng sat on the stool next to Jingyu and looked at the other person's handsome face charmingly.
Ying Jingyu looked at the food. Although he was not used to the taste, the presentation was pretty good.
No more nonsense, I picked up the pancake and started to bite it. By the time I finished eating the pancake, the bottom of the bowl of chicken soup was also gone.
He picked up the porridge again and finished it in one sip. He looked at Xi Meng next to him with wide eyes.
"Young master, don't be in a hurry, eat slowly. In the past, young masters didn't like this."
Ying Jingyu scratched his head, stood up and said with a smile: "Okay, I'm going to go out to exercise first. After you pack up, go to the backyard to find me."
After saying that, he stepped forward to go out, but Xi Meng followed behind him, trying to hold him back but failed.
"Sir, medicine..."
Ying Jingyu ran towards the backyard without looking back... Taking medicine? He hasn't touched that stuff in how many years.
The Prime Minister's Mansion occupies a very large area. After all, it was the face of the original Qin Empire and an important location for military and government affairs.
After successive renovations and expansions, the Prime Minister's Mansion has everything you need. It is like a large park, with man-made mountains and rivers, pavilions and pavilions, and red brick painted walls. It is not only livable and comfortable, but also no longer noisy in the past, which makes people feel refreshed.
When Ying Jingyu came to the backyard of the Prime Minister's Mansion, he saw Zhang Chang leading dozens of black-clad soldiers in training. They were uniform and precise in strength. At first glance, they were very capable soldiers.
But looking at the expression on his face, there seems to be a faint sense of decadence lingering between his eyebrows...
After Jingyu approached, Zhang Chang took the lead and knelt down on one knee holding a sword and loudly said: "Chang pays homage to the young master!"
Then dozens of soldiers also knelt down and said respectfully: "Greetings to Mr. Yu!"
When Ying Jingyu saw this situation, he felt helpless. There were still many ancient rules...
He quickly stepped forward and leaned down to support Zhang Chang's arms: "General Zhang, don't be so polite in the future. Guards, get up quickly."
After dozens of soldiers stood up, their faces showed a hint of admiration. In the past, these soldiers could only obey orders. Who among the high-ranking people would care about the soldiers at the lower level?
Qin Sanshi and Ying Jingyu had never seen these guards before. For a moment, an indescribable emotion arose in the hearts of the soldiers...
Ying Jingyu said: "General Zhang, I have no power and status, and it is useless to have an empty identity. The general is a few years older than me, and we will be brothers from now on. There is no need for such courtesy."
"Otherwise, Yu's heart will not be at ease..."
Zhang Chang was so moved after hearing this that he almost shed two tears.
In the past, the slightly powerful dignitaries would call these low-level officers around, but how could they ever be seen as human beings?
The dozens of soldiers behind him were also stunned by Jing Yu's words. In the Qin Dynasty, an era where status was the most important thing, they habitually believed that being loyal to the emperor and loving the master and dying for the country was their destiny.
They never dared to doubt that although the Ying family was in danger, their identity was not one that ordinary people could take lightly. For a moment, everyone was excited and felt a sense of satisfaction that was rarely respected...
"General Zhang, how are the preparations for what we talked about yesterday?"
"Master Yu, half of the dead men have been identified. I have ordered my cronies to gather people from various places. Since we have gathered 800 people today, I will also personally screen them by then. Don't worry, Master!"
Ying Jingyu was shocked: "Oh? So fast? The matter of 500 sets of night clothes..."
"Sir, this matter cannot be rushed. If it is too public, it will definitely make people suspicious. I have arranged it secretly and will do it in two or three days to ensure that nothing goes wrong!"
Ying Jingyu nodded: "General Zhang is indeed doing well. My injury has almost recovered. We will step up our efforts to investigate Dongjian's activities and notify me of any news as soon as possible."
Zhang Chang said with a firm expression: "Yes, Master. The arrangements have been made."
"Well, you guys should train first. I also came here to exercise, and I'm afraid my body will get sick if I lie down, haha."
After the two of them finished speaking, Ying Jingyu found a remote place and began to move his limbs, while Zhang Chang also ordered the two of them to go down and continue to practice as a soldier.
After Ying Jingyu warmed up for more than ten minutes, he was ready to do another 200 push-ups.
However, this body has not grown in size yet and there are not many muscles. Once you try it, you will know that the original owner must be someone who does not exercise regularly.
After doing one set, I reached 50 push-ups and started sweating profusely. My arms were sore and numb.
Jingyu couldn't hold on any longer and fell down on the stone ground. His body was not used to this.
Ying Jingyu was a top special forces soldier in his previous life. He had strict standards for professionalism, physical fitness, and self-discipline.
However, I also discovered a problem, that is, although this body has not been exercised much, it has no muscle memory.
However, the potential of this body is greater than that of the dead self in the future. If exercised properly, the energy exerted may exceed the level of the previous life.
You must know that the fact that you were selected as a special forces soldier in your previous life shows that your body was strong in your previous life, and the young body of this original owner obviously has more potential.
"Sir...Sir, why are you crawling on the ground? Are you injured?"
When Ying Jingyu heard this clear girl's voice, he rolled over like a carp and sat on the ground.
"Haha, do you think I have an old injury? Come over to Ximeng and sit next to me."
"Sir, the ground is too dirty. Get up quickly." Ximeng said and bent over to pull Jingyu away.
Unexpectedly, Jingyu reached out and grabbed Xiao Nizi's thin arm, pulling her into his arms.
Xi Meng said "Ah" and was at a loss as she struggled and sat down on the ground.
Jingyu smiled and said, "Aren't you going to sit down now?"
Ximeng buried her head between her legs with a blush on her face: "Young master is so bad, he bullied the slave family."
Jingyu stood up and patted the dust on his body, then pulled Ximeng up again.
"Okay Ximeng, I don't have much time to play with you. I still have to exercise. If you have anything to do, please go down first."
Ximeng's body stiffened, and she raised her head and glanced at Jingyu, her eyes moving: "Young Master has recovered, and you don't need Ximeng anymore? I can stay with you for a while, and I will go down if anything happens."
Jingyu scratched Ximeng's little nose: "My dear, the sun is so big. If you're not afraid of the heat, just watch it here."
Ximeng nodded fiercely in agreement.
After Ying Jingyu took a breath, he started basic training again.
Run for half an hour, do 60 push-ups, 80 sit-ups, and rest for a while
Xi Meng also brought a pot of water wisely, and Jingyu took a big gulp and drank half of it.
Continue, run for more than half an hour, do 70 push-ups, 100 sit-ups, 15 frog jumps, 50 squats...
The sun in September is still relatively strong, and it lasts until almost noon. The gray robe is soaked with sweat, and the hair is messy with water droplets.
After going back and forth for more than three times in a row, not only was Xi Meng dumbfounded, but even dozens of black-clad soldiers who were training not far away stopped to watch...
"Sir...you should rest for a while, your body will be overwhelmed by this..."