With the comfort of his eldest brother and the seemingly worried look of his sister, the second prince quickly picked up his lost mood and cheered up again.

The second prince wiped away the tears from his eyes and said loudly: "Noble Lady Ji, don't be too proud! Although you are stronger, when it comes to true martial arts talent, you still have to rely on Xi Yan!"

"Did you hear that? Commander Fang said that my sister is the most insightful!" He puffed out his chest and said proudly.

Wu Qing nodded, a gentle smile on his lips, "Yes, isn't this a good thing?"

She touched Xiyan's head and ran her fingers through her soft hair.

"Remember to be nice to your sister." Wu Qing warned, "She will become a hero in the future. If you accidentally make her unhappy, be careful that she will beat you to a pulp."

Xiyan did not show any disgust, but just stood there quietly, allowing the warm palm to slide gently over her head.

The second prince snorted and said confidently: "Xi Yan would never do this to me. We are the best of siblings. How could she bear to hit me?"

He put his hands on his hips, held his head high and chest out, and returned to the appearance of the frivolous and unruly young prince of the past.

Xiyan kept her lips tightly closed and said nothing.

Unlike her cute and sweet appearance, Princess Xiyan's heart is like an underground river deep in a cave, cold, damp and full of undercurrents. Anyone who walks in carelessly will be swallowed up by it.

She thought somewhat coldly.

No, brother, she will.

No matter whether it is her eldest brother, her second brother, or her supreme father, as long as they treat her badly, she will retaliate against them without mercy when she is able to resist.

And Mr. Ji...

Xiyan frowned slightly, raised her chin, and stared at Wu Qing from an angle where she couldn't see.

So strange.

Why wasn't she like the other concubines in the palace, hostile to her or trying to win her over?

Maybe after returning, she would talk to Aunt Xiwen about Concubine Ji.

Wu Qing didn't try to figure out the children's thoughts too much. She took out her pocket watch and checked the time.

——There is still one hour left before the physical education class ends.

What, you ask why physical education classes are so long?

Wu Qing said that she was just returning the physical education time that was taken away by the math teacher.

Wu Qing closed his pocket watch and said, "Commander Fang, I would like to ask you something about Qinggong."

Compared to the fighting of swords and sticks, Wu Qing is more interested in light Kung Fu.

After all, which modern person doesn’t want to learn how to climb walls and fly over rooftops?

"Do you need to meditate and practice? Do you need internal energy to help you perform Qinggong?"

Wu Qing moved his fingers around and made a few fancy hand gestures, "Can I use my internal energy to kill people from a distance, the kind that can turn the opponent into ashes in the blink of an eye?"

Fang Rong'an laughed, shook his head and asked, "Does the noble man like to read storybooks on weekdays?"

“……”Wu Qing was silent.

[Is he mocking me? Absolutely! Ahhh, but I can’t beat him. It’s so annoying.]

Fang Rong'an explained: "We warriors are just ordinary people with slightly better physical fitness than ordinary people. The internal strength and internal power that you mentioned do not exist in this world. I cannot kill people from a distance."

Fang Rong'an continued, "As for Qinggong, I do have some experience with it. With your physique, I can learn it."

Wu Qing, who was a little disappointed, raised his head again, and immediately showed new radiance.

Wu Qing stared at him suspiciously: "Is this true? You didn't lie to me?"

Can you learn Qinggong without internal strength? Impossible, right?

Fang Rongan nodded.

Fang Rong'an turned his gaze to the princes and princesses: "Your Highnesses and the princesses' physiques have not yet reached the standard for practicing Qinggong. If you cannot learn Qinggong, you should continue to practice the basic skills."

The princes sighed to the sky and went back to boxing.

As long as I don't have to sit in the study and study those profound scriptures with Master Xun, practicing boxing is also a good idea.

Princess Xiyan was not discouraged.

Without the accumulation of small steps, one cannot reach a thousand miles; without the accumulation of small streams, one cannot form a river or sea. She knows that everything must be accumulated step by step.

She walked to a secluded corner, holding a wooden sword, and practiced the moves of "Eight Extreme Sword" again.

Fang Rongan took Wu Qing to the nearest palace wall.

"Sir, let's practice here." Fang Rong'an said.

Wu Qing looked up.

This is a four-meter-high dark red wall that separates the open space from the outside palace. The bricks on the wall are uneven, and it is obvious that it has not been repaired for many days.

This is not surprising. The fact that this place is used by the Imperial Guards as a temporary training ground all year round shows that it is basically unused on weekdays.

Wu Qing said: "The commander brought me here, couldn't it be..."

[Do you want to use this wall to practice Qinggong? ]

Fang Rongan nodded, "I'll show it to you, sir."

After saying this, the hero of the original book, who always did things without any delay, moved his body, tapped his feet lightly, and stepped three times on the protruding bricks and stones on the wall. Then, he floated to the top of the palace wall like a light feather.

Fang Rong'an stood on the wall and looked down at Wu Qing: "My lord, this is what you call Qinggong."

Wu Qing still couldn't understand.

How come he flew up so quickly?

She thought: [Fang Rongan did not use his internal strength. He flew to the top of the wall relying almost entirely on his skills and physical fitness.]

[…Wait a minute, I suddenly remembered something. ]

Wu Qing lowered his head and flipped through the plot book, casually flipping through a few pages that described the fights between martial arts masters.

Although these characters' fighting moves were fierce and majestic, she could not find a single clear description of their martial arts and internal strength.

In a palace fighting novel, martial arts are only auxiliary.

[Is it because the original author didn't write it, so this world simply doesn't have this setting! ] Wu Qing found the truth and wanted to cry but couldn't, [No wonder I can't figure out any martial arts, this is something that only the natives of this world can learn. ]

Fang Rong'an jumped down from the wall and said, "Your Excellency is worrying too much. Qinggong does not require any martial arts attainments. You can give it a try."

Wu Qing nodded helplessly.

Now that you are here, why not give it a try?

She took a deep breath and jumped a few times on the spot to warm herself up.

Under Fang Rong'an's gaze, Wu Qing rushed forward and his figure quickly approached the bottom of the wall.

Then, her head suddenly jerked, and for some reason she used her hands and feet, with the help of the protruding bricks on the wall, to climb to the top like a monkey climbing a tree.

After standing on the wall, Wu Qing blinked.

This feels so familiar.

The first day she came into this world, the day she wanted to climb the wall in Lingmei Garden, she seemed to be crawling around like a monkey just like now.

Fang Rong'an, who was standing against the wall, remained silent: "...Your Excellency, I don't think I did that just now."

Wu Qing also responded expressionlessly: "I don't know if the commander believes it or not... I don't know why I should climb."

It's really strange.

Wu Qing scratched his head in annoyance, wondering how he could return to the ground safely.

Just then, she suddenly caught a glimpse of a figure out of the corner of her eye.

He was a man who was too handsome to be ignored and looked familiar.

[…Qin, Li, Xue? ]

[Okay, I finally got to meet you!] Wu Qing was so angry that his teeth itched, and long-lost memories were dug out from the bottom of his heart.

She still remembered that day in the Chrysanthemum Garden, when this guy promised solemnly that he would tell the emperor about her destroying the holy chrysanthemum. However, she waited and waited, but never received the emperor's rebuke.

This liar! This divine gold who likes to send love letters to concubines to harm people, she finally got what she was waiting for!

Wu Qing's eyes rolled and he immediately came up with an idea.

"Ouch!"

She suddenly screamed exaggeratedly, as if she was extremely frightened, "My foot, why does it hurt so much all of a sudden! I must have sprained it!"

"No, no, I'm going to fall! Be careful!"

Wu Qing tripped over his right foot with his left foot, and his body tilted, and he fell towards the palace path.

Her movements were smooth and natural, as if it were really an accident.

Prince Ding, who was walking on the palace road, raised his head slightly.