The next morning, Cui Boyao got up early, put on a short-sleeved shirt and shorts, tied his shoes and socks with straps, and started exercising.
The original owner's physical fitness was average and incomparable to the modern Cui Boxiao.
Fitness exercise must be done step by step. Cui Boyao first finds out the characteristics of the body and then makes a fitness plan.
Liu Qiaoer also got up with him, as her body also needed exercise.
Although she is lazy, she cannot be physically weak.
A magical scene appeared in the Marquis' Mansion. The prince began to run, stretch and exercise in the yard.
When the maid reported this to the Marquis' wife, Mrs. Wang, she was very surprised.
"What? You said the prince was practicing in the yard?"
Nanny Zhang's face was filled with joy: "Madam, this is good now. The prince must want to let the marquis see that he can also fight and kill the enemy."
Madam Wang was surprised and happy, but also distressed: "Alas, I only have this one son. I don't need him to fight on the battlefield. He just needs to stay alive."
The main reason why the Marquis's wife pampers the prince so much is that this son was hard-earned.
When she was young, the Marquis's wife was pregnant with a son. However, when the boy was just one year old, she died of a cold.
Later, she gave birth to another son, but when he was three years old, he got measles and died.
Mrs. Hou said that she was not blessed with a son, so she went to a nearby Guanyin Temple and lived there for a year, eating vegetarian food and chanting Buddhist scriptures.
After much difficulty in giving birth to a prince, she loved him as dearly as her own eyes.
Now that she is sixteen years old and is about to get married and have children, the Marquis's wife has gradually put her mind at ease.
She didn't want her son to go to the battlefield. As long as he was alive and well, their family's wealth would last a lifetime.
Her husband is the Marquis of Zhennan and holds a large army under his command. Her eldest daughter is the queen and is in charge of the harem. As long as the prince does not commit suicide, he will live a life of wealth and glory.
As he was talking, Marquis Zhennan came in from outside. He was also dressed in tight clothes, and his body was covered with scars. It was obvious that he had just returned from training.
As soon as he entered the room and heard that the prince had actually started practicing martial arts, he snorted coldly: "As a disciple of a general, you should have started learning martial arts since childhood. If you weren't spoiled, you would have fallen into the water and fallen unconscious."
"As long as you're not practicing for me, it's a good thing to practice every day."
Madam Hou was so angry that her eyes turned red: "I feel sorry for my son, don't you? He was so skinny and small when he was young, how could I bear to let him practice martial arts? Do you know how much effort I put into raising him to such a big age? You are at the border all day, how could you understand my suffering?"
The relationship between the Marquis and his wife was relatively stable. When he heard her nagging, he stopped talking and went to the bathroom to wash up.
Aunt Zhang quickly advised, "Madam, how about we go and take a look quietly?"
The Marquis's wife immediately felt better and had already dressed. She hurriedly stood up and ordered, "You serve the Marquis and have dinner first. I'll be back soon."
When we arrived at the prince's yard, we saw that the prince was doing horse stance. His lower body was not very stable and looked a little weak, and the sweat on his face was actually dripping into the soil.
Accompanying him was Liu Qiaoer, who seemed to be practicing some kind of fancy boxing style, which the Marquis' wife didn't quite understand.
He smiled with satisfaction: "Not bad, not bad. If he can really hold on, his body will definitely become stronger and stronger. But it's better not to overdo it."
Cui Boyao finished his exercise and performed a set of boxing. At this time, Liu Qiaoer had already finished her exercise and was wiping her sweat. He did not mind and took her towel to wipe her sweat as well.
"My physical condition is a little poor, but it will get better slowly. Today is the first day that the Marquis returns to the mansion. I should go and have dinner with them."
There are many rules in the Marquis' Mansion. As long as the Marquis is around, the Prince must dine with him and his wife.
Liu Qiaoer frowned. She didn't like serving others. Of course, Cui Boxiao saw through her thoughts at a glance.
"You don't have to follow, let Linglong follow."
The two maids must be treated equally, otherwise they will have other thoughts.
As soon as Cui Boxiao returned to his yard from the garden, he saw the Marquis's wife Wang standing happily waiting at the door.
"The servants said you were practicing martial arts, so mother won't bother you. Hurry up and change your clothes so you can eat with your father."
Linglong rested for a night and her knee injury healed. She and Liu Qiaoer helped the prince wash and change clothes. Cui Boxiao took Linglong to dinner with the marquis's wife.
After learning more about it, it turned out that the name he traveled through time and space did not change. The marquis's full name was Cui Jiang.
The Cui family has been a prominent family in the capital for over a hundred years and has produced many loyal and brave generals. Cui Jiang has been following his father in battles since he was fourteen years old.
When it came to his son's turn, he was actually very conflicted. On the one hand, he wanted his son to go to the battlefield at the age of fourteen to broaden his horizons like he had done, but on the other hand, he was really worried about his son's health.
So when I heard that the prince had started practicing martial arts, I was happy.
"Have a meal."
The table was filled with dishes. Cui Jiang had strict rules at home and the family had to eat together. In addition to the prince, Cui Jiang also had an aunt who gave birth to a daughter and a son.
The daughter is already married, and the youngest son is a little younger than Cui Boxiao, just the age for naughty play, but facing the strict father, he is also well-behaved.
But while eating, his eyes couldn't stop glancing at Cui Boxiao.
The ancients believed in not talking while eating or sleeping. They would eat in silence, and only after everyone had eaten and drunk their fill and the dishes were removed and tea was served, would the family start talking.
Cui Jiang took a sip of tea slowly, while his youngest son Cui Hao secretly asked the prince: "Brother, I heard that you started practicing martial arts? How is it going? Did you not break your leg this time?"
There is an allusion to this. When the original owner was a child, he and his younger brother Cui Hao hired a martial arts master. When they just started practicing, the original owner's leg was broken. After it finally healed, I don't know what he practiced, but his arm was also broken.
Therefore, Mrs. Hou never let him practice martial arts with the martial arts master again.
Cui Hao started practicing martial arts at the age of three and is now twelve years old. He is proficient in martial arts, horse riding, archery, hunting, and so on.
Faced with his brother's ridicule, Cui Boxiao just glared at him and said nothing.
The original owner had brittle bones because he lacked scientific training. He would not be as reckless as the martial arts master.
Lord Cui Jiang drank the tea, put down the cup, and glanced at Cui Boxiao: "It's time to practice more. The emperor's decree for marriage will come down in the next two days. Don't let the Yue family look down on you."
The modern Cui Boxiao is already over thirty years old, but now he is only sixteen. He is young and mature in his heart. Looking at the marquis who is only a few years older than him, he really doesn't know how to face him, and he can't even say "Dad".
"yes."
He spoke briefly and to the point, and when he sat there, he looked very much like a man.
The Marquis was very satisfied after seeing it. At least the current attitude was different from before.
The prince used to have no idea how to sit or stand, his face was covered in powder, and his skin was more tender than that of a young girl, so tender that you could pinch water out of it.
Now look at him, with his back straight, legs slightly apart and hands on his legs, it is the sitting posture of a military general, but his skin is still very white and tender.
"My Lord, I wonder which daughter the Emperor will give to the Crown Prince?" asked the Marquis's wife, Wang.
Cui Jiang sighed, "When I entered the palace yesterday, His Majesty asked me about two people. One was the legitimate daughter of the Grand Secretary of the Hanlin Academy, and the other was the daughter of the Imperial Envoy. As for which one, I don't know either."