The days in the palace were very quiet.
In the name of recuperation, Mu Beirong did not need to go to court and declined guests.
Yao Shu read, ran and exercised when she had nothing to do.
She was very skilled in her previous life, and she had very little rest in the army.
Later, when she was selected into the special forces, she underwent intense and extremely demanding training.
Of course, her body is strong enough, and it is not the least bit different from this body.
She is a princess, and she was pampered and pampered since she was a child.
She probably has not had any bumps and bruises.
She is as weak as if she were made of water.
She is a woman, and naturally loves beauty, but her habits are not easy to change.
Although her body is weak and delicate, she is always uneasy in her heart.
After all, when she is strong, she can no longer rely on others, and she has confidence in her heart. , let her act weak, forgive her for not being able to do it Fortunately, this body is young and does not delay her reshaping.
After all, in her previous life, she joined the army at the age of eighteen.
And Mu Beirong also gave her enough freedom, silently watching her tossing around in men's outfits, running, doing push-ups, sit-ups, boxing, and kicking.
At that time, Mu Beirong looked at Yao Shu, who had just come out of the shower after exercising, with an inquiring look in his eyes: "I have never seen what those moves are."
Under his gaze, Yao Shu couldn't help but do it all: "Push-ups can exercise arm strength, and sit-ups can exercise abdominal strength.
These are also a kind of physical exercise.
They are mainly about strengthening the body and sharpening the muscles."
Practice your will.”
"Then why does Ah Shu have to work so hard to do this?"
Mu Beirong became more and more curious about her and felt more and more elusive.
Yao Shu laughed dryly: "Of course I'm exercising, it's not easy to get sick."
My behavior must have been very unusual in ancient times.
Women didn't want to care about their husbands and raise children, so they kicked and punched all day long.
Isn't it very annoying?
He added hurriedly: "I saw a few followers around you having fun practicing swordsmanship, so I followed you to try it.
In fact, women don't only have one look.
A capable and fit woman can also be very beautiful."
Mu Beirong's eyes flashed with an unknown light, and he took half a step back.
In this way, she was indeed very different from the women he had seen.
Her back was straight, her steps were steady, and her eyebrows were resolute.
That was her temperament.
Born with the heroic appearance of a soldier The night was a bit cold today, and the wind blew a chill.
As expected, Mu Beirong's body was not as good as before, and his face was a bit paler.
When he walked to the entrance of Fengtang, he suddenly covered his mouth with his fist and started coughing.
Yao Shu hurriedly turned around: "What's wrong?
Are you feeling uncomfortable or are you sick?
Do you need to take medicine?"
In her previous life, she was in good health like Xiaoqiang.
She had forgotten what a cold felt like, so she was good at bandaging injuries but not good at getting sick.
In a hurry.
Mu Beirong wanted to speak, but he kept coughing, as if his throat was torn, and his straight waist was slightly bent.
Yao Shu felt worried and held his arm: "It's cold here, go in first. " "Hong Mo, quickly prepare a cloak for the prince."
Yao Shu helped Mu Beirong sit down and patted his back carefully: "Are you feeling better?
Are you still feeling uncomfortable?"
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Finally he stopped coughing.
Mu Beirong panted slightly and turned to look at the pretty and red-faced woman behind him.
He had mixed feelings.
She should be a kind girl who was told to marry a loser without any complaints.
There is no arrogance of a princess, no mocking and looking down on a sick man.
Such a person would feel guilty for any attempt on her, but he had no other choice.
He had important things to do.
If someone could take her place, maybe he would let her go free.
But no, she was the only one. one.
Mu Beirong found that his thoughts became disturbed, which was not a good sign.
The closer he got to her, the harder it would be in the end to deal with being soft-hearted and acting based on emotion, which was never a luxury he could afford.
"I'm fine.
You can eat by yourself.
I'll go back to the room first."
Mu Beirong stood up and went out alone.
Yao Shu was a little baffled by his sudden indifference and just thought he was feeling unwell and had no choice but to eat alone around the huge dining table.
"Young Master is poisoned," Shan Ya looked worriedly at Mu Beirong, who had a gloomy look on his face.
"It's okay."
Mubei Rong's eyebrows were sharp and there was no trace of his usual gentleness: "There's no news about Sujiu yet."
"Back to Young Master, Master Jiu sent someone to send a message.
He will be back in a day or two at most."
Shan Ya waved his hand, and another unattractive man came in from the door.
Seeing Mu Beirong kneeling respectfully: "Young Master, I forgive my subordinates for their incompetence, but no trace of the other half of the kodama was found.
According to my subordinates' investigation, the third prince is not aware of the existence of this kind of jade."
Mu Beirong raised his eyes: "Of course he won't know.
Go back and focus on the Queen.
As for the Emperor, you don't have to take risks.
Someone will naturally be responsible."
"Yes, I am resigning."
"Shan Ya, tomorrow is the day to return home.
Prepare the gifts.
In addition, prepare to recruit new people and join the palace together."
Mu Beirong said, twirling the jade ring on his thumb.
"Young Master, you are already ready."
"I mean, according to the original betrothal gift, it would be twice as much."
Mu Beirong stood up and went straight into the house, ignoring Shan Ya's surprise.
At least, it could give her some decency to the outside world.
When Yao Shu returned to the room, Mu Beirong was writing.
Yao Shu came over curiously and was immediately amazed.
She didn't expect that a general who had been fighting all the time would have such excellent calligraphy.
Yao Shu didn't know calligraphy.
She only knew that, look at him.
The characters first make me feel beautiful and majestic, and then I feel proud when I read them.
On the rice paper written by the table leader, there are four big characters written on it.
Jiutian Lanyue has a strong pen tip and is vigorous and domineering.
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However, this character is somewhat different from his current calmness.
Mu Beirong put down the brush: "Ah Shu, do you want to show your hand?"
"Ah, I'm not good at writing."
In her previous life, she was at best a martial artist.
How could she do this?
She could write with a pen, but she really didn't dare to show her handwriting with a brush.
"I won't laugh at you."
Mu Beirong held up his sleeve with one hand and rubbed the ink for her himself.
Yao Shu couldn't put it off, so she could only bite the bullet and pick up the brush, think about it for a while, and write it down.
It took ten years to sharpen a sword, but Shuanghan had never tried it before.
How was she like her?
After ten years of military service, she was gearing up for a great struggle.
The years have come to an abrupt end.
Mu Beirong lowered his head and was stunned.
Naturally, her handwriting did not dare to be complimented.
However, ten years of sharpening a sword does not mean ten years of sharpening a sword.
Doesn't it mean that Shuanghan has never tried it?
These two sentences actually seemed to be written about him.
But when he turned to look at her, she was smiling dryly, as if she was embarrassed about her words.
If he hadn't firmly believed that she didn't know, he would have really thought that this was something he meant.
Sometimes this woman feels innocent and harmless, but from time to time, she will let you see an unknown side.
Unexpectedly, there is another person like this in Southern Kingdom. princess "It's too ugly.
Put it away."
Yao Shu rolled it up sheepishly: "Well, I'm a little sleepy.
I'll go to sleep first."
He shamelessly lay inside, but his heart was beating hard.
After a while, he heard the sound of Makubei Rong undressing.
As soon as the candle was darkened, he lay next to her: "Go to bed early.
I have to come back tomorrow." ” Yao Shu hummed and breathed a sigh of relief.
The two of them had a tacit agreement not to mention the wedding.
Although Yao Shu was curious, she would not be stupid enough to ask.
This was fine.
Maybe she didn't want to be so close to an emotionless person.
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Xiao Yao nodded affirmatively: I'm just sure, you really can't do it Xiaobei went berserk: Damn it, you are forcing me if you keep repeating it Xiaobei looked over coldly: Junma, are you your biological mother?
Could you really set it up for me?
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