Chapter 941: All things to be given away.

Xie Yuan had a cold face and ignored the escaped palace maids. He strode and looked at the stars without squinting. He went to the corner of the corridor and turned directly to the right.

There is a martial arts practice ground, and it is the place where the prince and a few companions read daily martial arts.

After arriving, I saw the prince and Shi Yuhengjia's youngest son Shi Yu Changzhe and others from afar, squatting seriously with their faces.

The child grew up with the wind, and was eight or nine years old like a young man. When he saw Xie Yuan coming, he looked at him, no matter whether he was a child of the Xianbei or a child of the Hanchen, as if he had not seen her at all.

Everyone knows that they are pretending to be so obvious like this. What's more, Xie Yuan just saw the prince's nanny leaving with his own eyes, holding a lot of things.

Xie Yuan walked up to them, pretending not to know, but just untied the sword on his waist and grabbed it in his hand as a tutor.

She grabbed the scabbard and carried it behind her back, and walked straight around the children with her waist and back. She walked steadily and asked very ordinary:

"How long have you been squatting?"

Prince Di Douyin replied: "Return to the Grand Tutor, I have squatted for half a stick of incense."

Xie Yuan put down his hand holding the sword, turned his wrist beautifully, and slapped the sword sheath on the prince's thigh. The prince gritted his teeth and shook his body slightly.

Xie Yuan was disappointed and said:

"If there is less than half a stick of incense, why are you shaking?"

Prince Di Douyin glanced at Xie Yuan, and there seemed to be resentment in his eyes and said nothing.

As Xie Yuan walked, he knocked on the legs of several children one by one. The prince was hit by a few more times, and directly knocked the children to the point of grinning, put down his hands and rubbed his flesh hard to relieve the pain.

But no one dared to cry out for pain.

Xie Yuan flipped his wrist, then carried the sword behind him, and said coldly:

"Martial arts are not about learning literature, and you can't do anything bad. How much effort you have used is all about your body. You have to run and warm up in the morning and squat in horse stance, but you don't sweat at all...

Don’t lie in the future, you can’t deceive people! Stop rubbing, run them all for me, thirty laps, hurry up!”

"Yes!" Shi Yu Changzhe responded loudly, helped Prince Di Douyin sitting on the ground, and started running.

Xie Yuan sighed, sat aside with a cold face, staring at them with a sword in his hand, with an anxious look on his face.

When the task was finally completed, Xie Yuan turned around and was about to leave.

Shi Yuhengjia's son Changzhe called her affectionately and said:

"Teacher, I, Aye, have something for me to bring to you. Please wait for me for a while!"

Xie Yuan turned sideways and before he could speak, Shi Yu Changzhe ran away and ran to the school where they were studying literature in the distance.

After a while, he walked out with a long box in his arms and handed it to Xie Yuan.

Xie Yuan took it and opened it and saw it was a long sword in Han style. Then he remembered that Shi Yuhengjia once said that he would give her a good sword.

But since they returned to Pingcheng after the war, Shi Yuhengjia had been trying to avoid suspicion and did not speak when they met. She thought he was afraid that he would get closer to them and it was difficult to do among the Xianbei people, so she deliberately avoided it and did not interact with him.

At first she remembered the issue of sending out a sword, but later she completely forgot about it.

Unexpectedly, he did not forget, and he also asked his son to give it to him.

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