The Salted Fish Concubine of the Qing Dynasty

171-175

Chapter 171

Although there were many twists and turns last night and he slept very late, Cheng Wazi got up at 2:30 am as usual. They had a total of 15 minutes to dress, wash, and tidy up.

Looking at the square quilts stacked on the bed and the washbasins and cups neatly arranged by the window, Cheng Wazi secretly congratulated himself for being quick. If he was like the third son of the Li family in the bed next to him, he would not be able to catch up even if he got up at the beginning of the morning.

He glanced at the third son of the Li family and urged him, "Hurry up, don't be late."

There was only 15 minutes from the bedroom to the martial arts field. Everyone usually chose to jog there, firstly to warm up the body, and secondly to save some time to do some "warm-up" activities.

Eunuch Gui said that it would be less likely to get hurt this way.

He was concentrating on moving his hands and feet, but saw Li Laosan quietly approaching, "Boss, look, it seems that the noble eunuch didn't come today."

They were the people accepted by the noble eunuch himself. In these days, the noble eunuch stayed with them except sleeping together. During the day, the noble eunuch accompanied them to train together, and at night, everyone talked and spoke their minds together.

Although the noble eunuch was just a eunuch, in their hearts, he was the best person.

Cheng Wazi squinted his eyes and looked carefully. He saw that the place where the noble eunuch used to stay was crowded with people, and everyone huddled together, leaving a large open space for the person in the front.

That should be the prince from yesterday.

Cheng Wazi took another sneak peek and felt that the prince was very simple. He was wearing a dark blue silk robe with a pattern, but it was brighter than other people's clothes. He didn't wear a hat woven with gold thread, a gold belt around his waist, or even the accessories on his shoes were made of gold as described in the opera.

However, the prince was just standing there, but he exuded a solemn aura. Only the purse hanging on his waist was inconsistent with his noble demeanor. Cheng Wazi was asked to take a look. The purse was not much different from the garlic sprout purse that his sister-in-law had sewn badly.

The third son of the Li family suddenly made two clicks of the tongue and nudged Cheng Wazi with his elbow, "I saw the noble eunuch. He's there."

Cheng Wazi followed the line of sight of the third son of the Li family and saw the noble eunuch standing at the end of the group with his shoulders hunched-he was the one with the lowest status among them.

"Don't waste your words," Cheng Wazi motioned to the third son of the Li family to look at the sundial next to him. It was already 12:00, "It's time to start."

A bronze gong sounded, and in an instant, more than 20 people scattered around the martial arts field moved. They each found their own position, stood in a neat square, and waited for today's training with their heads held high.

Interesting.

The fourth master looked around the field. These people didn't look very strong, but the fact that they followed orders was very shocking.

The Manchu-Mongolian Eight Banners cavalry had always won over the majority with the minority, and had made great military achievements for the Qing Dynasty. However, once the cavalry had set up their formation and charged, no one in front could retreat. If someone wanted to retreat and stopped his horse, countless people would be trampled to death before the two armies could even exchange blows.