Qian'er was thinking about what he was going to offend him, but he was already holding her arm and pulling her around.

"What are you doing? I, I really can't walk!" Qian'er gasped and annoyed.

Her head and chest were about to explode.

"Princess, I know you are uncomfortable, but you can't stop immediately now. You must take your time. I will accompany you for a while."

Qian'er couldn't break free from him at this time.

In order to allow herself to concentrate on martial arts, Qian'er is not allowed to have anyone else here.

Even Su Tan is not here.

At this time, she had no other way except to listen to Xiaozhuang's mercy.

"Can you let go of me?" Qian'er took a few steps, endured the feeling of fainting and vomiting, and whispered in a low breath.

"Please forgive me for your sins."

No matter how annoyed Qian'er was, Xiaozhuang still pulled her unwaveringly, forcing her to follow her steps and slowly walk in the martial arts training ground.

Gradually, Qian'er's breath became stable and her faint feeling disappeared.

All that remains is fatigue and a faint sense of excitement after exercise.

Xiaozhuang glanced at her face and let go of her arm, "Please punish the princess."

Qian'er waved her hand: "I know you are for my own good. I scolded you just now, don't take it to heart."

"Weizhi can't do it." Xiaozhuang said calmly, "From the princess' performance just now, your physical strength is too poor. Let's go here first today, and come here tomorrow at this time of tomorrow."

"That's how today ends?"

"Yes. Beizhi believes that the princess's physical condition should be progressive step by step, otherwise it will cause damage to the body."

"Okay." Qian'er felt tired and didn't want to move anymore. "Don't hurry to leave. I asked the kitchen to prepare sour plum soup in advance to drink a bowl to relieve fatigue."

"Thank you for the reward of the princess."

Xiaozhuang followed her back to the small side hall.

Su Tan was busy bringing water and towels, and told people to put tea and snacks on it. Of course, the sour plum soup that night was indispensable.

"Are the princess exhausted?" Su Tan looked at her sweaty head and wiped her sweat with pain.

"Not tired." Qian'er looked at Xiaozhuang, laughed with a little teasing, "Master Zhuang, sit down and drink slowly, and take a rest."

Xiaozhuang hurriedly said, "I dare not do it for a humble position."

"There must be my teacher when I walk through three people. Since you teach me martial arts, you can naturally be considered my master. Why are you humble?" Qian'er smiled and pushed him to the sour plum soup, "Drink it."

Xiaozhuang did not refuse, but he did not sit down.

He took the sour plum soup and poured it in one breath.

There, Su Tan brought another bowl for Qian'er: "The princess has some drinks, and there is still some snacks."

Qian'er nodded, took the bowl, and just delivered it to her mouth, but was stopped by a hand that suddenly reached out.

Qian'er looked up in shock: "Master Zhuang?"

"Before, Bei Zhi carefully read the letter written by the Empress Dowager. Bei Zhi believed that the princess was not suitable for drinking sour plum soup and could not eat any snacks."

"Rare!" Su Tan shouted, "Princess has worked hard for a long time, and you dare to stop drinking a bowl of sour plum soup?"

"Sister Su, don't be so angry. Let Lord Zhuang say it." Qian'er said.

Xiaozhuang said: "Princess, Bei Zhi just drank the soup. There should be a lot of sugar in it, it's too sweet."

"Soup plum soup will definitely add sugar," said Su Tan.

"So the princess can't drink it. Thank you for your hard work, and half a bowl of soup will be in vain." Xiaozhuang said seriously, "As for dim sum, it's even worse."

Qian'er pursed her lips: "You're right."
Chapter completed!