The arrogant imperial concubine arrives, the favorite of the regent

Yun Mujiu felt that he had almost finished explaining the movements, so he led everyone to practice the entire set of military boxing movements a few more times.

The Night Palace Guards and the Imperial Guards were all carefully selected, and they all had a certain foundation in martial arts after training. Yun Mujiu didn't have to spend much effort and quickly taught everyone.

Yun Mujiu said: "You have learned almost everything, you can practice on your own in the next period of time."

"Yes! Princess!" The soldiers responded to Yun Mujiu in unison and continued practicing boxing on the spot.

Some people who get the hang of it quickly, when they see others around them making mistakes in understanding individual movements, immediately step forward to give guidance.

There were hundreds of soldiers in the training ground at this time, which was only a small part of the Ye Mansion's manpower. The rest of the people who didn't come had their own tasks to do, or stayed inside or outside the mansion to protect the safety of the Ye Mansion.

Yun Mujiu's face turned slightly pink as she ran down the platform and headed straight for Ye Xiaohan. She stopped in front of Ye Xiaohan and took a deep breath.

"Oh, everyone is very smart, they can learn it with a simple instruction..."

"Let's take a break." Ye Xiaohan handed a white handkerchief to Yun Mujiu.

"Okay," Yun Mujiu picked up a handkerchief and gently wiped the sweat off his forehead, "But I'm fine, not tired."

Ye Xiaohan turned his head and looked behind him. Butler Zeng, who was standing behind him, came forward with tea.

Butler Zeng smiled and said, "The prince has asked someone to prepare tea. Please have a glass of water, princess."

Seeing this, Yun Mujiu smiled gently at Ye Xiaohan, "Your Majesty is so kind." After drinking the water, she did not forget to praise, "They are worthy of being the soldiers led by Your Majesty, and they performed well in every aspect. Of course, as their leader, Your Majesty is even more amazing."

"You'll make them proud if you praise them like this." Ye Xiaohan raised the corner of his lips imperceptibly, with a barely perceptible hint of sarcasm in his tone.

Yun Mujiu not only praised his subordinates, but also praised him as a leader. He never cared whether others praised or criticized him, but Yun Mujiu's praise made him feel inexplicably benefited.

Ye Xiaohan had just finished speaking when Yun Mujiu looked around and noticed that some of the soldiers near them had slightly strange expressions, their chins raised a little higher, and their hands seemed to be working harder than those in the distance.

Hmm... kind of cute...

Yun Mujiu pursed his lips and smiled, "Your Highness really understands them. You got it right. But sometimes, it's better to praise them when it's time to boost their morale."

"Okay. I'll praise them next time I have the chance." Ye Xiaohan replied simply, gladly accepting Yun Mujiu's suggestion.

Du Ziheng's eyes narrowed and he also started to look forward to it. Ye Xiaohan rarely praised them, so not criticizing them harshly was the greatest encouragement to them...

Yun Mujiu pushed Ye Xiaohan's wheelchair and said, "It's almost time. I'm going to give the prince acupuncture."

She pushed Ye Xiaohan to an empty house next to the martial arts training ground, followed by Du Ziheng and Butler Zeng.

She rolled up Ye Xiaohan's trouser legs, then opened the tri-fold sheepskin needle bag, picked up the golden needles one by one, and inserted them into various acupuncture points on Ye Xiaohan's legs quickly, accurately and ruthlessly.

Du Ziheng stood quietly by the side, observing Yun Mujiu's series of acupuncture movements. He had never seen such a set of acupuncture points, which looked quite exquisite. Yun Mujiu's medical skills were truly extraordinary...

After a cup of tea, Ye Xiaohan's face showed a very light red color.

After Yun Mujiu felt Ye Xiaohan's pulse, he decisively pulled out the needle. "It's OK. The acupuncture was very successful."

Ye Xiaohan had a dull expression, but Butler Zeng and Du Ziheng immediately became excited and almost jumped on the spot.

The new herbal medicine was taken and the acupuncture was performed successfully. The next step was to try walking.

Yun Mujiu's eyebrows flew up, and he said excitedly: "Let's go out, the prince can try to stand up now."

When they walked out of the door, they happened to meet Fu Qian and Doctor Fu who had rushed back. Doctor Fu and his grandson knew that Ye Xiaohan was ready to go for the trial, so they also quietly rushed back to the mansion.

Ye Xiaohan and the others came to a large open space in the martial arts training ground again. This place is a large platform with a higher terrain.

The soldiers in the training ground were still practicing boxing. They all looked very serious, without any slackness, and occasionally uttered the roar of boxing.

At this time, the sun gradually set, and the originally clear sky was rendered into a huge oil painting by the fiery red sunset.

The sun's gentle afterglow occasionally shines down, illuminating some things in the world. In the dim sky, sometimes people's figures are vague, and for some people, only the outline of their side faces can be seen clearly.

As soon as Yun Mujiu and Ye Xiaohan arrived on the platform, a large group of soldiers stopped and looked at them.

Ye Xiaohan looked at the complex expressions of this group of people, which showed worry, hope, concern, excitement, awe, etc. He wanted to let them continue practicing, but changed his mind.

His eyes were cold, and he asked in a chilling voice, "Have you finished practicing?"

"Your Highness, we are done practicing! We are done practicing!"

The people in the audience responded loudly to Ye Xiaohan, with hope in their eyes.

"Okay, rest here." Ye Xiaohan still had that indifferent tone.

The soldiers in the audience were excited! Great! They could rest, which meant that the prince agreed to let them watch the action on the stage.

They really want to see with their own eyes how the person they admire most rises again!

Yun Mujiu looked at Ye Xiaohan, then at the people in the audience, and sighed: This group of people, whether they are the leaders or the subordinates, are quite interesting.

Not far away, several figures hurried over.

Yun Mujiu took a closer look and his eyes couldn't help but open wider.

The two leading men rushed to the stage and half-knelt down in front of Ye Xiaohan: "Subordinates pay their respects to the prince!"

Ye Xiaohan glanced at the two of them, "Wei Song, Wei Bai, stand up."

"Thank you, Your Highness!" Although Wei Song and Wei Bai looked a little worn from all the hard work, they were still full of energy and their tone was full of excitement.

The two of them were anxious to get rid of the pursuit team sent by the emperor, just to return home early and see with their own eyes how their best leader and best brother, Ye Xiaohan, recovered.

Wei Song and Wei Bai turned sideways and saluted respectfully to Yun Mujiu: "Your subordinates pay their respects to the princess."

Yun Mujiu waved his hand and smiled faintly: "You have worked hard these three days."

"It's not hard. It's what our subordinates should do." Wei Song replied.

Wei Bai continued, "The prince and princess have also worked hard, and the suffering of our subordinates is nothing." He said this sincerely, and it was true.

Take Yun Mujiu for example. Although Yun Mujiu did not go out, he also planned a lot of things in Ye Mansion. More importantly, Yun Mujiu has been concentrating on treating Ye Xiaohan's legs. Yun Mujiu's mission is more important than any of them.

As Wei Song and Wei Bai saluted, a large number of new guards and imperial guards arrived at the martial arts training ground. They knew that the Ye Mansion was about to face a critical moment, so they warned themselves in their hearts that they must arrive on time.

The newly arrived soldiers knelt and saluted to the people on the platform, and Ye Xiaohan and Yun Mujiu also asked them to stand up.

As the night gradually darkened, many soldiers raised torches. The servants of the Ye Mansion also lit up the lights around the martial arts training ground. Many servants walked up to the platform with colorful lanterns in their hands and surrounded Ye Xiaohan and Yun Mujiu from a distance.

The crowd suddenly became quiet, holding their breath and waiting for the next moment.

Yun Mujiu glanced at everyone, then returned his gaze to Ye Xiaohan. He used his inner strength to speak loudly, "My Lord, you don't have to suppress your strength anymore. Now you can slowly try to get up."

Her voice was not particularly loud, but with the help of her inner strength, it was loud enough for everyone present to hear clearly.

Ye Xiaohan's fingertips moved slightly, his brows furrowed, and his deep gaze looked straight down at his legs.