I am not Song Qinzong

The prince is so precious, and he is just recovering from illness, and he accompanied them in the rain, even earlier than all the guards.

Before they knew it, most of the guards had already made up their minds to die.

The so-called soldiers die for their confidants, and it is that simple to gain the morale of the army.

Not mentioning the psychological activities of the guards, only that Zhao Huan has started running.

Along the fence, stepping on the mud, jogging slowly.

It's not that I don't want to be fast, but that I can't.

This body is already weak, and the spirit and flesh have not yet been completely mixed, so it is very difficult to run.

And he didn't dare to hurry.

The school field is 80 steps long and [-] to [-] steps wide, which is basically equivalent to the standard playground of later generations.

Without conserving some energy, Zhao Huan was really worried that he would not be able to finish the lap.

It's okay to lose face. After all, he is the prince. When he sets an example, it's too late for his personal guards to support him. How can he not be considerate of his body?

It's just that you have made up your mind to exercise, and you must stick to it.

The prince was still a little stubborn in his bones.

Just like in the previous life, there were many eunuchs who turned into dogs, but they never broke up.

Continuous updating is easier said than done, especially for Pujiezai, if you are not tenacious enough, you will definitely not be able to do it.

stomping on...

The footsteps of the guards were chaotic, mud splashed, swords and guns shook, and the sound of warnings continued.

The prince's speed is only like ordinary people's brisk walking, while the personal guards are like trotting, the speed is not fast.

In fact, I can't get up soon.

For example, Chen Zhenpeng was born in a heavy shield hand, and his body armor was nearly sixty kilograms, and the long knife in his hand and the simple knife at his waist together weighed more than ten kilograms.

Bingchen, who carried the lightest load, was born as an archer in the Northwest. He had leather armor on his body, a long knife on his back, a bow, a pot of arrows and a waist knife hanging from his waist, and it weighed more than 40 catties.

How fast do you let him run with such a load?

After running for a few steps, my body was getting warmer, but the ground was not compacted, and it was soaked in rain, and the muddy water brought up by the running made the whole person into a mess.

Zhao Huan didn't care, he just jogged.

After trotting around, he was already out of breath.

Weak, too weak!

You know, the prince's body is not good, and he will be tired after jogging around, which shows how tired he is when he is pampered.

In the small building next to the school grounds, Zhu Lian couldn't help crying when he saw Zhao Huan staggering.

"Miss, why don't you persuade Prince Chu to rest for a while?" Hong Ju said.

Zhu Lian shook his head and said: "Since the disaster happened, the crown prince has been in a heavy heart, and he can't settle down even in his deep sleep at night.

It's fine if I can't work hard with him, how can I stop him from improving himself? "

Hong Ju cared about her, but she didn't want to continue to inquire. She just thought to herself, what troubles could there be for the prince to live in such a comfortable life.

In the school field, Zhao Huan ran two laps, only to feel that his legs were filled with lead, and they were extremely heavy.

I had no choice but to change from running to walking, or to walking slowly.

"The prince is mighty~"

All the guards shouted in unison.

Is this a slap in the face?

It must be a slap in the face!

Aside from being funny, I felt my strength regained.

After walking around for a while, I kept running for a while, but it was too late.

Seeing that the guards couldn't run anymore, Zhao Huan stopped insisting and stood on the ground with his hips akimbo.

Looking at the guards again, the 48 people have different speeds, and they have been dragged around.

Regardless of the continuous rain, Zhu Lian ran over to support the prince.

"After running for a while, I feel much better." Zhao Huanqiang said with a smile.

"It's your fault." In anger, Zhu Lian supported Zhao Huan and walked slowly back to the small building.

With the cooperation of Hongju, Zhu Lian stripped the prince naked, wiped off the water stains and put on dry clothes.

Beside him, Bai Rong had already made hot ginger soup.

To prevent typhoid fever, hot ginger soup is the best, and sugar is added in it, which tastes good.

Go down with a bowl of soup and regain your energy.

Sitting on the chair, Bai Rong brushed her hair carefully, while the princess went to the backyard to change.

In the arena, Chen Yupeng shouted loudly: "Brothers, if the body of the prince's daughter is as miserable as mine, how about running three more laps?"

"Good~"

Although he appears to be lacking in strength, he is in good spirits.

Such is the power of example, it is almost endless.

Seeing this, Zhao Huan was very pleased.

Although it is tiring to lead by example, it is the fastest way to conquer people's hearts.

However, they are also extremely tired, especially the heavy infantry, who are basically walking, and some are even moving.

The Song Dynasty was rich and prosperous, and Burenjia's defensive power was unparalleled in the world, but the disadvantage was that it was too heavy.

Coupled with the poor ground, it is more difficult to move, and it is really impossible to demand their speed.

Zhao Huan kept all of this in his heart and decided to settle it later.