The regent is a yandere who needs to be pampered

No matter whether they are tired or not, what their mood is, whether they are scared or uneasy, there is only so much time for lunch.

When Rong Zhan stood up after the meal, he almost blurted out a hiss. The sore pain in his legs was overwhelming, as if someone was stirring it with an awl. Not only the skin and flesh hurt, but the bones and tendons also hurt. His hands were tearing at each other, and the pain made his face turn pale on the spot.

Xuanyuan Hao's eyes fell on him quietly.

Rong Zhan took a deep breath, not wanting to worry the imperial brother, he tried to move his stiff legs, turned around and walked out with Xuanyuan Hui, and went to the imperial study room with an awe-inspiring aura, facing the next person. A life and death test.

Xuanyuan Hao watched them leave without saying anything else.

In the current situation, it was meaningless to say anything. His father's decision no longer allowed him to interfere. For a long time to come, his father would become a nightmare for both Rong Zhan and Xuanyuan Hui.

Rong Zhan's momentum only lasted outside the imperial study room.

When he walked to the door, his legs couldn't help but begin to weaken. He turned his head calmly and glanced at Xuanyuan Hui. The relaxed look on his face when he was teasing him in the East Palace was completely gone. He was almost the same as Rong Zhan. The same uneasiness.

The two of them were standing hesitating when they saw the guard suddenly kneel down and said, "See the Regent!"

Rong Zhan and Xuanyuan Hui turned around suddenly and saw the regent walking slowly in the corridor. He was wearing a casual and plain robe that could convey the cold and domineering aura of a king.

In addition to his personal bodyguard Qingyang, there is also a man in black with an expressionless face who seems not to be easy to get along with. He is about thirty years old and gives people an incomprehensible feeling.

However, Rong Zhan and Xuanyuan Hui didn't have time to think too much. The moment they saw Rong Yu coming over, they had already bowed their heads and knelt down.

Qingyang opened the door to the royal study and stepped aside. Rong Yu walked past the two young men and said calmly: "Come in."

Rong Zhan stood up and walked into the imperial study room with Xuanyuan Hui. His eyes subconsciously glanced around the imperial study room, and then he fell silent with lowered eyebrows and eyes.

It seems that there is no rattan in sight.

There were piles of memorials on the desk in the imperial study. Rong Yu walked behind the desk and sat down. He said in an indifferent voice: "Lean your back against the wall and walk for an hour."

There was silence in the imperial study room.

The expressions of Rong Zhan and Xuanyuan Hui changed slightly. The horse step is a basic skill for martial arts practitioners. They have made some achievements in martial arts in recent years and have solid basic skills. Originally, it was not difficult to do the horse step for an hour, but now the two of them are in poor health. I was tired and injured, and the injury was on my legs, and the Zama step requires strength on my legs... Thinking about it, it is impossible to last for an hour.

But do they dare to say no?

Rong Zhan and Xuanyuan Hui each said yes, turned around and walked to the wall to stand, with their feet spread apart and their bodies half squatting, assuming a standard Zama stance.

Qingyang stood in front of the desk, added water and ground it.

The man in black stood outside the imperial study and did not come in. He reached out and closed the door.

The imperial study room was quiet. Rong Yu was reading the memorials attentively, reviewing them one by one, and no longer paying attention to the two teenagers by the wall.

Time passed little by little in silence.

There is an hourglass in the royal study, and the surroundings are so quiet that the sound of the hourglass can be heard clearly. This is undoubtedly a kind of psychological torture for the two teenagers.

Because time passes so slowly.

By the time the two of them felt soreness in their thighs, less than half an hour had passed.

"Add this to them." Rong Yu handed the approved memorial to Qingyang, "If you drop a copy, remember the cane ten times."

Qingyang didn't say anything. He silently walked over with the memorial in his arms, motioned to Rong Zhan and Xuanyuan Hui to straighten their arms, palms open and facing upwards, and divided the memorial into two parts and placed them in their palms.

There are about ten copies per copy.

The two of them looked at the memorial in their palms and felt more and more like crying.

The weight of the memorial is not heavy. Ten of them together weigh less than a brick. However, their arms are still sore from the excessive exertion of pulling the bow. Not to mention the memorial, they just straighten their arms for a long time. Not moving is a great test and torture, not to mention the blessing of memorials.

But that's not the scariest thing.

The scary thing is that every time Rong Yu finished batching a book, he asked Qingyang to add it to them. The weight didn't increase much, but it invisibly increased their psychological pressure.

Seeing the pile of memorials in their palms getting higher and higher, the two teenagers carefully held their arms, not daring to move at all, because the higher the pile of memorials, the greater the chance that the memorials would fall if they shook even slightly.

Rong Zhan even felt a strong desire and prayer in his heart. He prayed that his father would approve today's memorials more slowly, because with every additional memorial in his hand, he felt that he was getting closer to danger.

In the past, the Zama Step that lasted an hour during practice was extremely long and difficult today.

Rong Zhan's arms trembled faintly.

"Hold on." Qingyang whispered as he delivered the fifteenth memorial, "Your Highness and Master Hui will be fine."

Rong Zhan bit his lip, his face tightened, and beads of sweat began to roll down his forehead.

Not only were his arms trembling slightly, but the most terrifying thing was that the strength in his legs was losing, his body was gradually becoming unstable, and his legs began to tremble uncontrollably.

When the memorial was added to the 16th volume, Qingyang lowered his voice: "The hour is almost here, Your Highness must persist, otherwise it will be a trivial matter to fall short of the mark. After being beaten, it will be even more difficult to be punished for an hour."

Rong Zhan took a breath and didn't dare to speak, fearing that he would lose his temper if he spoke.

Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead. Xuanyuan Hui was also persisting. The memorials in their hands had been added to the seventeenth volume. Qingyang lowered his voice and announced the good news: "Master's memorial has been approved."

After the memorial is approved, it means that the weight on the hands will not be added, which is undoubtedly a hope for Rong Zhan and Xuanyuan Hui.

Qingyang stood aside and quietly gestured with his hands, giving him another hope: "There is still a little bit left in the hourglass, and it will be over soon. Just keep holding on."

Seeing his gestures, Rong Zhan and Xuanyuan Hui immediately boosted their morale and exerted their stronger will to support him.

There is only a little time left to end it perfectly, grit your teeth again and again, don't let all your efforts go to waste.

After Rong Yu finished approving the memorial, he took a book on the case and looked through it, pretending not to hear Qingyang's words of encouragement to the two of them, intentionally or unintentionally.

"There is still a little time." Qingyang gestured, the gap between his thumb and index finger getting smaller and smaller, "Hold on, never give up."

Rong Zhan and Xuanyuan Hui's legs could not help but tremble, and their arms could not help but tremble slightly. Fortunately, the memorial was not an object that could easily roll down. This trembling was not enough to cause the memorial to fall to the ground. If there was a tea cup in the palm of their hands, , I'm afraid the tea has already overflowed.

However, the fact that the hourglass is just a little bit does not mean that time really passes that fast. I don’t know if Qingyang lied to them in order to make them persist, or if they had an illusion of their own. They always felt that time was passing slower and slower. It was obvious that the hourglass was almost full. But an hour always seemed so long and seemed so far away.

"This is the training plan I have prepared for you." Rong Yu handed the booklet to Qingyang, always in a calm tone, "I will start practicing archery in the school field at Mao hour and end at noon. I will give you an hour. Have a short rest after eating. After the meal, you will practice basic skills in the imperial study room. You will spend an hour on horseback and learn chess for the rest of the time. The training intensity for the first ten days will be as it is today. If there is no obvious progress after ten days, you will know that the rattan upper body taste.”

The stern voice slowly entered their ears, and Xuanyuan Hui and Rong Zhan breathed a sigh of relief at the same time. In this way, they should not be beaten again today.

Hourglass is coming to an end.

Rong Zhan's body shook even more violently, sweat dripped into his eyes, and it stung.

The door of the royal study was pushed open, and the chamberlain came in holding two long brocade boxes, bowed and said: "Prince Regent, the things are here."

Rong Yu hummed: "Put your things down and you go out first."

"yes."