The villain prince is three and a half years old

But the mother is different, and we cannot work together!

Ning Sisi took a step back and bit her lip.

After a moment, she raised her head, her hair hanging behind her head, revealing a face that looked very similar to Xiao Yue.

Although she is only six years old, she has lost her baby fat, revealing a pretty face and charming eyes.

Looking at this face, Xia Jing scratched his hair and felt a little soft-hearted.

He saw that Ning Sisi had something to say, so he got off Xiao Tianzi and asked him to stay away.

Ning Sisi looked at him gratefully, then leaned close to his ear and said, "I heard my brother talking to Ning Chengrui. Ning Chengrui wants to beat you up. Don't stay alone."

After saying that, she lifted her skirt and ran away in a hurry.

Xia Jing stood there. His first reaction was that his cheap sister was so pretty, and his second reaction was that it was funny.

He almost forgot about Ning Chengrui, but the Eighth Prince suddenly jumped out again!

Moreover, Ning Chengrui's methods of causing trouble were still so simple and unpretentious. If you carefully counted, how many times had he taken action, and how many losses had he suffered, why didn't he learn his lesson?

What should I do this time? Like the last two times, pretend to get beaten, trip him secretly, and make him bleed?

If he continued to do this, wouldn't all his efforts in making friends with the third and fourth princes, winning over the seventeenth princess, and acting coquettishly in the arms of Concubine Yun and Concubine Xian be in vain?

It's time to let Ning Chengrui know the cruelty of reality!

Chapter 58 Give You a Little Palace Maid

Having made up his mind, Xia Jing rode on his mount, Xiao Tianzi, and continued on his way to Shuiyun Palace.

After doing some boxing and a few stretching exercises under Ning Wanjun's guidance, Xia Jing took advantage of the break to hold Ning Wanjun's hand and look at her pitifully.

Ning Wanjun looked down at him with a dull expression: "Hmm?"

Combined with her cold face, the voice was particularly cold and piercing, even more biting than the cold wind outside. Ordinary people would tremble and their thinking would become dull after seeing her look like this.

Xia Jing was immune. In his previous life, he had a female friend who had held a gold belt. Although her overall aura was weaker than Ning Wanjun's, her eyes were even more fierce. The moves Xia Jing used in his fight with Ning Chengrui were all learned from his friend.

"General, someone wants to beat up your number one disciple!" he complained to Ning Wanjun.

"Oh? Who is it?" Ning Wanjun narrowed his eyes.

Xia Jing ran to her palace every day, and those who were more informed should have known about it. He still dared to bully Xia Jing at this time. Was he not afraid of her reputation?

Or, what this child wants to talk about is not the actual beating, but the matter of being promoted to a concubine?

Xiao Zhaoyi teaches the Ninth Prince to ask for help from herself?

Although Ning Wanjun had no intention of spending time on political struggles, he was influenced by it and had a clear view of some things.

She looked at Xia Jing and asked, "Which concubine, or the eldest prince, the crown prince, or the others?"

Xia Jing looked at her narrowed eyes and thought that this princess was even more powerful than he had imagined. Among her peers, only the eldest prince and the crown prince could catch her eye.

"It's the eighth prince!" Xia Jing replied.

Ning Wanjun's heartstrings loosened. She sighed, it wasn't about becoming a concubine, and sighed again, it was just the little Eighth Prince.

She was disinterested: "Why would I need to take action against such a petty thief?"

"He is older than me, but I am not as tall as him!" Xia Jing stated the difference between the two.

It's not difficult to beat Ning Chengrui, but the hard part is beating him properly. Now that Ning Chengrui has been defeated, won't the previous match-fixing be exposed?

Only by receiving "teachings" from Ning Wanjun and then winning the game can he maintain his own image.

"You've been practicing boxing for a few days now. As long as you perform at your best, an ordinary six or seven-year-old child is no match for you." Ning Wanjun thought for a moment, "However, once you're on the battlefield, it's going to be difficult to perform at your best."

She called the palace maid and whispered to her for a while. The palace maid left and brought in a young eunuch.

The young eunuch looked about seven or eight years old, with broad shoulders and a thick waist, and it was obvious that he had undergone a lot of exercise.

"He will be your sparring partner." Ning Wanjun said.

Xia Jing looked at his own skinny legs, then at the eunuch's arms which were thicker than his own legs, and looked at Ning Wanjun in shock.

No, I hit him?

"I remembered that the quilt has not been collected in the yard yet." As he said this, he put on the grease and was about to run away.

Ning Wanjun grabbed his collar and lifted him up.

Xia Jing changed his words again: "What's so scary about the Eighth Prince? General, please sit down. I will go and get his head as a sacrifice for you!"

Xia Jing tried hard to pry Ning Wanjun's hands open, but couldn't.

"You may be able to defeat the Eighth Prince now, but it won't be a good fight. If it's not a good fight, it will only bring shame to me." Ning Wanjun shook his head, "Forget it, I'll give you another one."

She waved her hand, and a young eunuch as strong as a small rock walked out, and a young palace maid walked in.

The little palace maid was eight or nine years old, and her arms were not as thick as Xia Jing's legs.

And it looks pretty good.

He looked at Ning Wanjun, surprised. First, the young eunuch practicing martial arts, then the young palace maid practicing martial arts. What on earth was this eldest sister planning to do?

Xia Jing originally thought that she started to plan and make plans after she arrived at the Xiongnu side, but now it seems that she started it in the palace?

Martial arts training consumes the most resources. As the saying goes, "poor in literature, rich in martial arts." Since these young eunuchs and palace maids have practiced martial arts, they must have also mastered literature. Is this a pre-assembled team? Are there any eight or nine-year-olds, or are there any eighteen or nineteen?

"How about this?" Ning Wanjun asked Xia Jing.

"This sister is very pretty." Xia Jing praised.

"It's more than just good-looking." Ning Wanjun said with a smile, "How about being an opponent?"

He is not good as an opponent, but he is great as a subordinate.

Xia Jing pretended to be attracted by the beauty of the young palace maid: "If you win, can I take her away?"

"You're dreaming," Ning Wanjun said, not believing Xia Jing could defeat the young palace maid he had trained. "As long as you win, then it's all right."

"That little fist stone...are you going to give it to the little eunuch as a gift too? With him by my side, I can walk around the palace with ease." Xia Jing was still not satisfied.

"If you beat Honeysuckle, I'll give you ten." Ning Wanjun said.

Her name is Honeysuckle? That's a nice name.

"It's a deal!" Xia Jing was delighted.

Ning Wanjun put him down, sat on a chair, and explained the rules of the fight: no attacks on vital points, no underhanded tactics.

Xia Jing rubbed his hands together and rushed towards the little palace maid named Honeysuckle.

As expected, he was knocked to the ground after barely blocking two attacks.

Girls develop earlier than boys. Xia Jing was only three years old, while the girl was already eight or nine years old. Xia Jing had just learned boxing to strengthen his physical fitness, while the girl had already learned martial arts to defeat the enemy. Either way, Xia Jing had no advantage.

"It's not fair. I don't know that kind of move!" Xia Jing lay on the ground and protested to Ning Wanjun.

There is no need to rush to win this competition. This is a breakthrough point, and you can get a lot from Ning Wanjun.

"Lindong, you come and teach him." Ning Wanjun said to the little palace maid.

"Yes." The little palace maid agreed.

Perhaps because she had been with Ning Wanjun for so long, the little maid also had a cold demeanor. Ning Wanjun could at least squint and smile, but the little maid remained expressionless throughout, her hands merciless.

Xia Jing followed her and learned a set of fighting boxing techniques and a series of footwork.

After playing in Shuiyun Palace until evening, Xia Jing took a medicinal bath and left with satisfaction.

The medicinal bath alone was worth the trip. There were many precious medicinal herbs in it, and Jingyixuan couldn't afford a bath at all.

What's more, there is a cute little girl to practice with.

Xia Jing rubbed his chest. It must have hurt when the little girl hit him.

I don’t know when I can beat her and get the ten that Ning Wanjun promised.

At that time, should we choose ten eunuchs or ten palace maids?

Xia Jing lay on Xiao Tianzi's back, feeling a little worried.

As for the possibility of not being able to defeat Honeysuckle, he had never considered it at all.

There is no internal strength in this world. Warriors are just stronger, more powerful, and more resistant to beatings. Their body structure is no different from that in their previous lives.

In terms of martial arts, at least in terms of hand-to-hand combat techniques, the past life was not necessarily more advanced than this world, but at least it was not inferior. More importantly, the fighting techniques in the past life were quite novel.

If it were used suddenly, the ancients would be confused and their combat effectiveness would be greatly reduced.

Try this world's techniques first. If you can't beat him, don't blame him for being unethical. Armbar, triangle choke, death guillotine, use them all. What era is this? Are you still practicing traditional boxing?

At that time, will those ten people be younger or older?

Xia Jing fell into new troubles.

It would be great if he could also train his own team like Ning Wanjun.

Chapter 59: Punching the Eighth Prince (Two in One)

Xia Jing wanted to give Ning Chengrui a beating and let him know the cruelty of reality, but he never met him.

Running back and forth to so many places every day, Xia Jing is never alone.

For several days, there was no sign of the Eighth Prince, but he was stopped by the Seventh Princess Ning Xuenian.

"Where have you been recently!" Ning Xuenian put her hands on her hips, very angry.

Xia Jing had to contact more sponsors, so naturally each sponsor had less time allocated to him, and Ning Xuenian was the one who got the least.

Of course she refused and stopped Xia Jing directly, wanting to hold him accountable.

Xia Jing got off Xiao Tianzi and took Ning Xuenian's hand: "What's wrong, sister?"

Ning Xuenian twitched her hand twice, but it didn't move. Looking at Xia Jing's face approaching, her words softened immediately: "There are still a few trees with leaves in the Imperial Garden. Let's go play slingshot!"

This is a proactive attack.

Xia Jing hesitated: "But, my eldest sister and I agreed to go practice boxing."

Xia Jing's time with Ning Xuenian wasn't actually much less than it had been at the beginning. It was just that he'd always gone with Ning Xuenian to Yanghexuan, and now that he'd cut some of his time there, Ning Xuenian mistakenly thought she had less time.

Xia Jing thought for a moment and asked, "Sister Nian'er, do you want to go to Shuiyun Palace? There are palace maids who know martial arts at the eldest princess' place!"

"I'm not going." Ning Xuenian let go of Xia Jing's hand and snorted.

This surprised Xia Jing a little. Ning Xuenian was actually not interested in the palace maid who knew martial arts.

"The eldest princess has a lot of things for practicing martial arts, and it seems there are also targets for slingshots." Xia Jing tempted again.

Ning Xuenian's dark eyes swung left and right, and she was a little tempted, but she still firmly rejected Xia Jing.

"You go ahead, I'm going to play with Empress Xiao." She ran away.

"Princess, slow down!"

Luhua cried out, lowered her head, and whispered in Xia Jing's ear: "The princess played with a slingshot and was punished by the eldest princess, so she doesn't like her."

After saying that, she lifted her palace skirt and caught up with Ning Xuenian.

It turned out that he had been taught a lesson by Ning Wanjun.

Xia Jing rubbed his forehead. This was a bit of a dilemma. Neither Ning Wanjun nor Ning Xuenian were the type to give in easily.

Forget it, I'll just use some other time to coax Ning Xuenian.

After careful calculation, Xia Jing discovered sadly that the only time he could compress was the time he could spend sleeping in in the morning.

He wasn't being lazy, but the winter quilt had an extraordinary charm! Not to mention a child like him, even an adult without the pressure of parents and work, who could resist this magic?

It’s all Emperor Kangning’s fault. He doesn’t allow us to go out after the sun goes down, wasting the evening time.

He patted Xiao Tianzi's shoulder and said, "Let's go to Yanghexuan first."

At Yanghexuan, he captured General Coal and lured him with a cat and a chicken, ordering him to accompany Ning Xuenian.

In the following days, with General Coal and Xia Jing's company in the mornings, Ning Xuenian was indeed much happier.

Xia Jing continued to practice martial arts in Shuiyun Hall, and made indirect attacks at the same time.

Ning Wanjun is about to get married, and she can't take all the things in the palace with her, so he volunteers to share Ning Wanjun's worries.