"Hello, Master Third!"

Near the horse farm is a martial arts practice field opened by Jia Huan. The venue is very large and he once held a ring here.

After Jia Huan came here with a crutch, Timur, Boerchi and dozens of personal soldiers hurriedly lined up to greet him. At the end of the team, a man was breathing violently like a dead dog, and vomit was also found on the front of his clothes.

Although it was winter, the mist was simmering on his head, as if it was very hot.

But it’s a good time to be winter. If it’s summer, I’m afraid I’m not going to be careful of heatstroke.

Jia Huan's right hand was crossed to his chest, and he slapped hard, saying in a deep voice: "Brothers, thank you for your hard work."

"cloud!"

"cloud!"

"cloud!"

"Bang!"

stand at attention!

Jia Huan looked at Timur and said, "Are you finished your morning exercise today?"

Timur is much more powerful than the previous two years. He doesn't dare to neglect his daily fucking, because his son Borchi has been staring at his position.

The personal soldiers are in charge.

If he didn't work hard to practice, he would probably be pushed out of his position by his son.

The Mongolians don’t pay attention to the kindness of fathers and the filial piety of sons…

After hearing Jia Huan's question, Timur said in a deep voice: "Go back to the third master, today's morning exercises have been completed and are about to be disbanded."

Jia Huan nodded and said, "Discondon it. It's cold. Let Nalan prepare some strong wine for you every day, not much to relieve the taste."

When Timur heard this, his eyes immediately glared at the boss, swallowed his saliva, and then said loudly: "Thank you, Master San!"

Most of the personal soldiers are men of the same kind, but the personal soldiers are all drunken insects, but the rules of the personal soldiers are extremely strict, and avoiding alcohol in the army is almost the first bottom line.

Their relatives living in the village outside the city, as family members of the soldiers, lived very well and could drink two cups a day, but they didn't have the chance.

Now that Jia Huan has opened his arms, they are not unhappy. They smashed their chests with their right fists together, making a "bang" sound, and shouting loudly: "Thank you, Master San!"

"Hahaha! Go!"

Jia Huan laughed loudly, punched them one by one on their shoulders, watching them leave with excitement.

The second to last one is neither Meng nor Manchu, but Han people, Zhao Xin.

"Is grandma okay?"

When facing the young man who refused to take a step back from a group of evil slaves from wealthy families, he looked even stronger at this moment.

The black hair, which was originally covered with loose shoulders, was tied with a hemp rope and tied behind the head.

In the middle of winter, I only wore a single shirt, and my arms were bulging and my muscles were very strong.

After hearing Jia Huan's words, Zhao Xin smiled honestly, grabbed the back of his head, and said, "Grandma is very good. The house is warm and tight, and someone is talking with him."

Jia Huan nodded and smiled, "That's good. Is there any inappropriate situation when I follow the personal soldiers to go out for fun?"

Zhao Xin shook his head repeatedly and said, "Third Master, although these are a bit tiring, they are nothing to me. And..."

“And what?”

Jia Huan smiled.

Zhao Xin hesitated and gritted his teeth and said, "And I think that such a capable person is not very effective. It's better to sprinkle us into the Qinling Mountains and take us back for half a month. Fighting with beasts can you develop a reputation."

Only then did Jia Huan remember that this kid was an outstanding hunter before.

He looked up and down at Fan Zhao Xin and said, "How old are you this year?"

Zhao Xin said: "Thirteen."

Jia Huan nodded, patted his shoulder, and said, "Go, I'll talk to you later."

Zhao Xin responded with a whistle, gave another military salute, and left.

Finally, Jia Huan walked to the remaining man.

Jia Lian.

"How about it, can you bear it?"

Jia Huan looked down at Jia Lian, who was lying on the ground and gasping for breath, and asked.

Jia Lian couldn't even speak, so he shook his head with difficulty and nodded again.

Jia Huan understood what he meant and did not mind the dirty ground. She sat down next to Jia Lian, dusted off the ash on Jia Lian's clothes, and whispered: "Second brother, now you can do some things in the Jia family. So, I didn't think about raising you like raising waste, although the difference is not big for me."

Jia Lian's breathing movements were no longer so violent, his eyes twitched and his fists were clenched.

"Haha, I know you're not convinced."

Jia Huan put Heitengguai aside and sat cross-legged. Instead of looking at Jia Lian, he was studying the hand patterns on his palms and said lightly: "When Jia Zhen was still alive, you were birds of a feather with him. You either ate flower wine or gambled on Pai Jiu all day long.

Apart from you all taking identity airs and taking yourself seriously, who will take you seriously in a real wealthy family?

If it weren't for the favor of a good surname, there were two good ancestors, Jia Lian, who had hundreds or thousands of people in the family, and could not even drink the dilute soup, would you believe it?"

Jia Lian's clenched fists slowly relaxed again...

"A person lives for a lifetime, and plants will fall in love. I won't talk about the great principles to you, and it will be useless if you talk too much. Maybe you are more knowledgeable than me.

However, I can tell you clearly that the next generation of honorary titles must be inherited by warriors.

Rongguo Mansion will also return to the ranks of the great and nobles of martial arts.

The father is the leader of the son, even for your son who has not yet been born, you should use snacks.

If you are stronger, you can be considered a good example and a good start for him.

Second brother, I really don’t want to appear in the future and deprive my nephew MG in person.

So, please do it yourself.”

...

"Third Master!"

"What's wrong, so panicked?"

Jia Huan looked at Li Wanji unhappily. He was about to go to the west to pay homage to the old lady when he saw Li Wanji rushing over.

"San Master, someone else is sending an order outside."

Li Wanji said with a little excited expression.

Jia Huan frowned and said, "What are you excited about? Didn't it be heard yesterday? Why did Su Peisheng know that he had entered the door yesterday, but he wouldn't go in today?"

Li Wanji was still excited: "It was not your Majesty's will, it was the Supreme Emperor. Princess Mingzhu is here, and... there is also the crown prince!"

Jia Huan was stunned when he heard this, and remembered the young man who drove the dragon chasing for the Supreme Emperor and the Emperor yesterday, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

"Third Master..."

Seeing that Jia Huan was not moving, Li Wanji called again.

Jia Huan came back to his senses and glanced at him, and said lightly: "Open the middle door, set up the incense table, and receive the order."

Li Wanji left with the sound.

Jia Huan leaned on the black Tengkui, frowned slightly, looked around the circle, his face slightly cold.

Yesterday, he was still injured and was about to die. After the treatment of the old doctor Wang, although he confirmed that nothing was wrong, he had to stay in bed and stay for half a month before he could get out of bed.

Today they are promulgating outside the main entrance.

This shows that the Supreme Emperor knew that he could get out of bed.

Niu Ben, Wen Bo, Qin Feng and the three brothers of the Han family have already made a decision after Wu Yuan’s advice. After returning home, I only told them that although Jia Huan’s health has improved a lot and is not seriously injured, he still needs to be kept for a long time.

So the news will never be revealed.

So……

How long has it been since he got up...

...

"Sir Jia, get up."

A gentle voice came. After Jia Huan thanked him, he tried to get up with difficulty, but he was breathing desperately and couldn't get up.

"Why are you so seriously injured? Didn't Doctor Wang say that it's okay?"

Ying Xing'er walked forward generously without caring about everyone's presence, supported Jia Huan's arm and helped him up.

After Jia Huan stood up, a lot of sweat had flowed on his pale face. After he smiled at Ying Xing'er who was frowning with pain beside him, he was about to bow to meet the crown prince opposite him.

However, as soon as his hand was left Heitengguai, his legs were weak and he almost fell down.

Fortunately, Ying Xing'er grabbed him, took him in front of her, and leaned against her body.
To be continued...