When he finally did the 500 chops, he fell to the ground as if his bones had been pulled out, and he couldn't even get up.
At this time, Nan Yan walked over: "Your Highness, Xiaoyu."
Ran Xiaoyu looked back at her: "Nan Yan, you are here."
"what happened?"
"The emperor suddenly asked me to come over to supervise His Highness's martial arts practice. He said that he would split wooden stakes 500 times a day, zigzag for an hour, and also practice swordsmanship, archery, spears and sticks... all of these must be practiced."
"ah?"
Nan Yan was taken aback. How could such a thin child do such heavy homework
Zhu Chengxuan was so wronged that he burst into tears. He wiped his eyes with his sleeve, and said softly, "Father said, let me go to the city to kill the enemy."
"What?"
Nan Yan was even more stunned.
How could such a young child go to the city to kill the enemy
She thought for a while, and hurriedly comforted: "Your Highness, don't worry, the emperor may just want to urge you to practice martial arts, and he won't really let you go to the city to kill the enemy... right?"
Zhu Chengxuan raised his red eyes and glanced at her.
Sensing his strange gaze, Nan Yan froze for a moment: "What's wrong?"
Zhu Chengxuan bit his lower lip and said: "Miss Si, didn't you agree that you won't tell Father?"
"Why?"
"Why did you still tell Father?"
Nan Yan looked at him stupidly, and after a while, she realized in her mind: "Your Highness, you mean that you gave me medicine yesterday?"
"What else can there be?"
Zhu Chengxuan wiped his eyes with his sleeve, sucked his red nose, and said, "I, trust you so much."
Nan Yan hurriedly said: "Your Highness, I did not tell the Emperor."
"Then how did the royal father know?"
"..."
Nan Yan was stunned.
She did not tell Zhu Feng, but how could Zhu Feng know
She still wanted to say something to Zhu Chengxuan, but the child had already gritted his teeth and got up from the ground, and said to Ran Xiaoyu, "Sister Ran, let's continue practicing."
Ran Xiaoyu glanced at Nan Yan.
Nan Yan also looked at her, but said nothing, and silently left the courtyard.
Ran Xiaoyu was silent, walked to the weapon rack and pulled out a dagger specially made for young people, handed it to Zhu Chengxuan, thought for a while, and said in a deep voice, "Your Highness."
"Um?"
"Although, I don't know why the emperor knew about that, but I can assure you that it was definitely not what Nanyan said."
"..."
"Even if the emperor really presses her, as long as she agrees to you, even if she is punished severely by the emperor, she will not reveal a word."
"..."
"You're wrong about her."
Zhu Chengxuan froze for a moment: "Yes, but—"
Ran Xiaoyu said simply: "However, I have no basis, I just believe her, so I can only say such things to Your Highness."
"..."
"Let's continue practicing."
After finishing speaking, she stopped mentioning this matter, but supervised Zhu Chengxuan to continue practicing.
This practice lasted for half an hour, and when Zhu Chengxuan fell to the ground exhausted and couldn't even get up, it was already noon.
He cried: "Sister Ran, I really have no strength."
Originally, he treated his servants generously and never bullied others. In addition, this maid was personally appointed by Zhu Feng to supervise her, so he dared not disobey.
The weakness of young people is all exposed.
Seeing him crying, Ran Xiaoyu showed no expression on her indifferent face, she just sighed lightly, and stretched out her hand to him: "Your Highness, stand up first."
At this moment, a stern voice suddenly came from behind—
"Who are you?"