Chapter 28 Chapter 28 "If Fuxu is the man who cares about me...
After Fuxu finished explaining, he gave an order.
Since he said that practicing physical skills was important, Jiu Zhao was even more happy to repay the humiliation of being carried by the waist and shoulders earlier.
She raised her fists, lowered her waist, and assumed a posture of gathering strength for an attack. She inquired again with ill intent, "No matter how I strike, as long as I hit you, it counts as one point, right? God Fuxu won't blame me for being too heavy-handed, will he?"
Fu Xu nodded. "No matter what method you use, as long as you can hit me, it will be considered effective. Your Highness, if you have accumulated ten points, today's class will end early."
He ignored Jiu Zhao's second question and took a half step back, his hands still behind his back.
"It's only ten points. Are you looking down on me?"
Jiu Zhao thought this matter was very simple——
For the past 1,500 years, she and Fuxu had not gotten along and often fought.
Although she was the only one chasing Fuxu, she always managed to catch him by surprise and land several blows. Back then, they were mostly indoors, so Fuxu could use the furniture to dodge. Now, with the arena so empty, where could he hide?
Recalling this, Jiu Zhao was full of confidence. He ignored the young man's last words of advice, "Although I will not resist, I will also withstand Your Highness's attack," and kicked his legs hard, rushing towards Fuxu.
Jiu Zhao first aimed at Fuxu's nose bridge.
The high arc, like a steep mountain peak, best shows Fuxu's inhumanity.
She fantasized about punching him so hard that his nose would bleed, which would help her vent her anger today.
What to do.
Fuxu seemed to have eyes all over his body.
As Jiu Zhao's fist blew, he changed his steps and teleported behind her.
Jiu Zhao used too much force and was unable to stop immediately, and his body crashed into the weapon rack next to him, causing it to clang.
“In a two-player match, blindly attacking is a big taboo.
"If I were to get behind Your Highness and give him a kick during the Immortal Level Examination, Your Highness would immediately fall from the treetops."
Fuxu's calm voice sounded from a few feet behind, and Jiuzhao was able to judge the distance between the two people based on the strength of the voice.
Her body was not stable yet, and she was eager to seize the opportunity, so she bent her knees and kicked hard backwards.
The result was another failure.
Fu Xu predicted her thoughts for the second time and withdrew his legs and feet from the attack range in advance.
"Your Highness's attack method is too rigid. Most people would choose to kick when attacking enemies close to the rear.
"But you can imagine it, and so can an experienced enemy. Because of their fixed mindset, they'll likely focus on your legs and step back, causing their body to lag behind. In this case, it's more likely to hit the enemy with an elbow."
Fuxu's body movements were so agile and flexible that they were beyond Jiuzhao's comprehension.
Another punch was dodged, and Jiu Zhao suddenly realized that the reason he was able to fight back and forth with Fu Xu in the past was purely because Fu Xu was letting him win.
Tens of thousands of years of life and death, skills honed on the battlefield—
As long as Fuxu is willing, he can easily dodge every one of Jiuzhao's moves.
"Okay, so you were just acting before!"
Jiu Zhao shouted loudly, the sound waves hitting the eardrums and causing Fu Xu to pause slightly.
Sensing a fleeting opportunity, Jiu Zhao rushed forward again.
The next moment, Fu Xu pursed his lips, stood still, and stretched out his foot to block her way.
"ah!"
The defenseless Jiu Zhao tripped over him and was about to fall into his arms.
After the panic, her brain started to work quickly:
Forget it, just fall down.
With Fuxu's arms blocking it, at least it wouldn't be too ugly.
Unable to control his momentum, Jiu Zhao simply threw himself forward.
Unexpectedly, Fuxu dodged sideways.
Jiu Zhao fell face down, making direct contact with the ground, and immediately fell to the ground.
“!”
Jiu Zhao rubbed the tip of his nose, suspecting that he had been hit and had a nosebleed.
Fuxu's cold voice echoed from above: "Your Highness, there are no relatives or friends in the examination hall. I am doing this to warn you that even if you encounter someone familiar during the process, you must be on guard, otherwise you will be the one kicked off the Fusang tree."
…
"Your Highness, your lower body is not stable enough."
"Your Highness, your punches are not sharp enough."
"Your Highness, don't let the wind and the grass affect you. You are distracted."
"Your Highness."
"Your Highness..."
The word "Your Highness" echoed repeatedly in Jiu Zhao's ears, her heart completely focused on the attack. At first, she was completely oblivious to Fu Xu's instructions. After more than an hour passed, her energy was greatly depleted, and she hadn't even touched the corner of Fu Xu's clothes. Only then did she gradually pay attention to the lecture.
As the daylight passes outside, I forget to eat and sleep inside.
Jiu Zhao practiced from morning to evening and didn't even have time to eat lunch.
During the class, Fuxu felt pity for her because he saw that she was too dusty, so he suggested taking a break to fill her stomach before continuing the class. However, Jiuzhao, who was full of enthusiasm, held him back and refused to let him go. It was also because of his soft-heartedness that he was hit in the shoulder, and Jiuzhao finally got a point.
“Huh, huh…”
After a confrontation course that lasted most of the day, Jiu Zhao no longer cared about his demeanor as a goddess, and sat down on the ground, gasping for breath.
I hadn't had a drop of water, my strength had reached its limit, and my throat was so dry it hurt.
Now, Jiu Zhao finally understood what Fu Xu meant when he said, "Maybe I'll need someone to support me even when I walk later."
As a counterexample, Fuxu still looks energetic.
His clothes were neat and tidy, and only a wisp of hair hanging down from his forehead added a bit of desolate air to him.
"Is your highness all right?"
He casually dispersed the barrier of the martial arts arena, wanting to pick up Jiu Zhao and bring him back to the bedroom to rest.
Jiu Zhao had already been traumatized by the experience. Thinking Fu Xu was about to resort to the same old tricks, she immediately flew into a rage, slapping his hand away with all her might. "Don't even think about touching me! I can get back on my own!"
As she spoke, Her Highness the Divine Princess, who had always been strong all her life, suddenly summoned up strength from nowhere, supported herself with one hand and slowly stood up.
"I'm telling you, today is just the beginning! In a few days, I'll definitely be able to defeat you!"
After pointing at the young man and swearing at him, she limped out of the martial arts arena in the afterglow of the setting sun.
Fuxu did not chase after him.
His fingertips rubbed the back of his hand that was slapped red by Jiu Zhao, and his face, which was always serious, suddenly had a hint of relief.
…
Jiu Zhao ate dinner in bed.
Jiangyu massaged her legs, Xiangbi rubbed her shoulders, and Zhu Ying held the bowl to feed her.
"I am about to fall apart!"
She groaned and complained, and Jiangyu accidentally hit her knee with a heavy hand, and heard another gasp, "It hurts, it hurts - be gentle!"
Jiangyu made a bitter face and apologized repeatedly. She lifted up Jiuzhao's skirt and saw that both of her knees were bruised.
Although Fuxu did not fight back, she often stretched her legs and stumbled in order to exercise her unstable chassis.
Jiu Zhao was thrown down more than ten times before he gradually remembered to use his strength carefully, leave room for maneuver in his attacks, and not rush too recklessly.
The bruises were a sign of learning from failure, remaining on her jade-white skin.
Jiu Zhao has been spoiled since childhood, and her oily skin is rarely scratched.
The two maids were genuinely shocked when they saw the wound. The impulsive Jiangyu accused Fuxu of being too cruel, while the more practical Xiangbi hurriedly said, "I'll immediately ask the doctor to come and treat His Highness!"
"Forget it, it's just a minor injury." Jiu Zhao waved his hand weakly, but he was still thinking of joking with them. "If it gets out, outsiders will think that I have a conflict with Fu Xu again and we are fighting behind closed doors."
"But, if I don't care, it won't get better immediately..."
Xiangbi was about to persuade him again, but Jiuzhao pondered, "Do you have any healing elixirs from Nanling in your private vault?"
"Last time, His Highness gave it all to Zhu——"
"I still have two unopened bottles."
Zhu Ying took over Xiangbi's words, fixed his gaze on the bruise, and answered in a low voice.
Jiu Zhao finally smiled. "It would be a waste of time to go to Nanling to ask for it. Just bring yours here and I'll use it."
…
Zhu Ying responded and went there immediately.
When he came back, all the plates and bowls on the small table beside the bed had been put away - Jiu Zhao had already finished his meal.
"Your Highness, I have brought the medicine."
Zhu Ying originally wanted to give the medicine to Jiu Zhao's personal maid, but when she looked around and saw no one, she couldn't help but ask, "What about the crimson jade and yellow jade..."
"They took the leftovers back to the kitchenette and will be back later."
"Then I will put the medicine on the long table first and apply it to Your Highness when they come back."
Jiu Zhao would never do this kind of work himself if there was someone to help him. Zhu Ying bowed and turned to leave.
Jiu Zhao called out to him, "Come and wipe it for me."
In her female form, Zhu Ying's delicate brows knitted slightly: "Your Highness, I am a man after all..."
Jiu Zhao disagreed: "What's wrong with the man? He was just wiping the bruises on his knees, not taking off all his clothes. What's so shameful about that? You've done this kind of thing before, so why are you becoming more shy as you get older?"
Since Fuxu moved into Lihentian, Zhu Ying, though his injuries had almost healed, had rarely been by Jiuzhao's side as often as before. Today, with this rare opportunity for a frank conversation, Jiuzhao naturally wanted to keep him and ask him what he was thinking.
Zhu Ying knew Jiu Zhao's character very well, and she would never tolerate anyone disobeying her.
He had no choice but to take the medicine and sit back beside Jiu Zhao's legs, looking at Jiu Zhao's naked skin, not knowing where to stop his fingertips.
After hesitating for a few breaths, he whispered, "Your Highness, now that the Supreme God Fuxu has returned and is living with you in Lihentian, he might be able to see through my disguise as a woman... It would be bad if the Supreme God discovered that I was applying the medicine on you."
So that's why.
Jiu Zhao didn't think much of it. She leaned her knees closer to Zhu Ying's hand, her soft, flawless skin against his forearm through the fabric, and said to herself, "What's wrong with that? No matter who you marry, I will always keep you and the Crimson Jade and the Rhododendron. Even if Fuxu is my husband, he is still a subject of mine and the Father. I want you to serve me, so how can he stop me?"
During the long years since Lan Qi rebelled against the Heavenly Empress, it was Zhu Ying who took his place and protected Jiu Zhao. After a thousand years of living together, Zhu Ying realized that the God Emperor's doting, Lan Qi's indulgence, and the life of having everything he wanted from childhood had fostered Jiu Zhao's unruly and carefree personality.
He wanted to tell Jiu Zhao that since they were married, she and Fu Xu could no longer use the simple and rough relationship between the ruler and his subject.
But these days, it seems that the relationship between the two has only been reconciled, and he is not sure whether Jiu Zhao has developed any romantic feelings for Fu Xu.
Not wanting to act rashly, Zhu Ying tentatively asked, "What if Fuxu is concerned about my male identity...what would Your Highness do?"
When Jiu Zhao heard this question, he realized that the first emotion that came to his mind was hesitation.
Fuxu promised her that he would change.
No longer be a saw-mouthed gourd, and no longer say things that make her angry.
So, when faced with the decision of whether to stay or go as an immortal official, should she just act according to her own preferences and not care about Fuxu's feelings?
The heart seems to be in the middle of a scale, and no matter which end it slides to, it will go through a period of swinging.
But, even if she really cared about Fuxu's feelings——
Why should she say it out loud and let everyone know that she was being led by him?
No one had ever told Jiu Zhao the correct way to handle this kind of situation. She gathered herself and simply said in her usual nonchalant tone, "I hate it most when people force me to make a choice. If anyone insists on making me choose, then I don't want him!"
The palace door was not completely closed. When Jiu Zhao said this, his voice was particularly clear and loud, as if to calm his mind.
They floated out of Jiu Zhao's pretended cold lips.
It also drifted into the ears of Fuxu who was standing at the door and wanted to deliver medicine.
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