The Tyrant's Cannon Fodder Queen[Transmigration Book]

Xue Yao gently wiped the dust off the little fat boy's face, and then blew on the reddened area.

The Seventh Prince squinted his eyes and felt a little itchy. He raised his hand and scratched it. Feeling the pain, he immediately pouted his mouth.

It seems that the kick was not light.

Xue Yao couldn't hold back anymore, and turned his head to look at Lao Zhang angrily.

No matter what you do, you can't kick the prince in the face!

Although there is a rule of "no responsibility for collisions and beatings during martial arts training", the royal coaches will not use iron tools to fight against the prince.

Lao Zhang saw Xue Yao's complaints, and before questioning him, he opened his mouth to defend: "Your Highnesses and Mr. Xue's kindness, I, Zhang Si, can't repay you. It's rare for you to appreciate my kung fu. I should give it all to you." Give!

It's just that to learn kung fu, you must have the rules of master and apprentice in order to succeed.I am not worthy of the title of master, but I have to do what the master should do. The one-stop training method is absolutely unacceptable, the progress is slow, and it seriously affects the actual combat ability.

I have seen with my own eyes that the prince and the royal coach had a few rounds of tricks as if they were joking. "

The sixth prince's complexion changed, and he argued dissatisfiedly: "Brother is very good at kung fu. He was courteous to the instructor, so he didn't show real moves. If he moves with real skills, brother can defeat a hundred with one!"

Lao Zhang nodded: "The prince's kung fu is good, it also depends on who the opponent is."

"You mean elder brother can't beat you?" Fifth Prince asked.

Lao Zhang nodded and replied: "Forgive me for my arrogance, judging by the agility shown by His Royal Highness during the practice in the palace, if I go all out, I can at least draw with him. And the martial arts talent he showed is obviously better than I do not know how much higher I am, if it weren't for the rigid training method of the royal coach, with the talent of the prince, I can really fight against a hundred of me with one."

The sixth prince and the fifth prince looked at each other, "Why don't you let the eldest brother come here secretly and practice martial arts with us?"

Xue Yao frowned slightly, feeling inappropriate.

After all, the prince is the elder brother, so he can't be so arrogant and ignore the palace rules like the younger brothers.

If you tell the prince about this, it will make him very embarrassed.

Zhang Si said to the sixth prince: "His Royal Highness has missed the most plastic age. Many wrong foundations have been developed into instincts, and it is difficult to correct them. If the basic skills cannot be corrected, the skills of servants and servants are comparable to His Royal Highness. It may not be possible for the crown prince to be promoted."

The little princes reluctantly accepted his explanation.

The fifth prince asked curiously: "You teach us real kung fu, can we become as good as big brother in the future?"

Zhang Si said with a smile: "If you find the right direction of talent and teach students in accordance with your aptitude, your Highnesses can at least surpass me far."

When the little princes heard this, they immediately became excited.

"But we have only practiced swordsmanship." The sixth prince was a little worried: "You knocked out the long sword in three or two strokes, and replaced it with other weapons. I'm afraid we can't hold it at once. Don't we have no talent?"

Zhang Si smiled and shook his head: "Weapons that have not been practiced before can naturally not be judged by three moves. I will combine your natural habits of attack and defense to judge which basic training is suitable for you. After training, it is not He only knows one kind of weapon, but he is proficient in everything and can pick out the best weapon."

"So powerful!" The fifth prince waved his hand: "Then let's start quickly! I think I should be suitable for double hammers. I will fight you with double hammers in the next round!"

"Okay." Zhang Si nodded.

"Then I'll use a spear." The sixth prince randomly picked out a weapon.

The Seventh Prince turned his head and looked at Xue Yao nervously: "Does Your Highness still want to be beaten?"

Xue Yao: "..."

Xue Yao didn't want the little fat cub to be beaten, but the twelve or thirteen-year-old was in the best period of martial arts training.

Lao Zhang should be a master who has been taught by the Juggernaut, and his teaching method is definitely more reliable than those royal instructors in the palace.

This kind of good opportunity to practice martial arts should not overprotect the fat cub.

"Your Highness, be brave." Xue Yao blew on the little fat boy's cheek again, grabbed the little fat boy's hand, and coaxed him softly: "You must endure hardships in martial arts training, and only by being willing to endure hardships can you become the most powerful Your Highness. "

The sixth prince came over to comfort him: "It doesn't matter, the seventh brother doesn't want to practice, so just rest, and when I practice unrivaled martial arts, I can protect the seventh brother." He turned his head and smiled at Xue Yao: "And you, A Yao."

The Seventh Prince gasped, and immediately took his hand out of Xue Yao's hand, turned his head to look at Lao Zhang full of ambition, and announced fiercely: "My lord is the most powerful."

In the next few fights, the little chubby cub never dropped his weapon again, and asked Xue Yao for a hug.

Competitiveness makes the fake dragon Aotian rise.

Eighteen kinds of weapons have not been tested yet, and Lao Zhang's expression became more and more unbelievable.

During the seventh fight with the Seventh Prince, Lao Zhang stopped midway and asked suspiciously: "Your Highness, what signs did you use to judge the direction of my attack? You obviously don't have basic skills, so how could you see through my moves!"

The Seventh Prince was taken aback by the question, clutching the meteor hammer with a dazed expression on his face.

The fifth prince stepped forward and explained for his brother who was not good at words: "The seventh brother has a very fast reaction, and the head coach of our school can't match him."

"It shouldn't be just because of the quick response." Lao Zhang frowned and stared at the Seventh Prince: "Even if you can't avoid my attack, you can see my attack routine in advance, at least the direction of dodging is right. And, go to the Prince's Hall That day, why were you able to hear that I have lightness kung fu from more than a dozen eunuchs? You can also judge that my lightness kung fu is better than a first-rank guard, what is the basis for your judgment?"

Having said that, the fifth and sixth princes also became curious, and turned to look at their younger brother at the same time.

The Seventh Prince found it difficult to answer this question, and turned to look at his brothers, but no one explained it for him.

"I need to know why. You must not hide it." Lao Zhang said eagerly: "I suspect that you possess some kind of rare talent. I need to know what that talent is so as not to delay your ability."

Xue Yao really wanted to know what the principle of Long Aotian's "radar receiver" was, so he ran over to watch and wait for answers.

Seeing that the brothers and Silly Yaoyao all gathered around expectantly.

The Seventh Prince got a little nervous, lowered his head and shook the meteor hammer in his hand.

When the little guy can't integrate into the outside world, he will play with the gadgets in his hand.

Xue Yao knew Fat Cub very well, and knew that he didn't know how to explain it and wanted to avoid communication.

"Don't be nervous, Your Highness." Xue Yao took the meteor hammer from the Seventh Prince's hand, gently put it aside, and turned around to comfort him: "It doesn't matter if you don't understand clearly or make a mistake, your Highness just tell us how you feel."

Zhang Si nodded encouragingly: "You can think about it, is there any difference between yourself and others?"

The Seventh Prince raised his eyes, and stared at Zhang Si with brown pupils through the long eyelashes, and replied firmly: "You can eat three more, and they will be full with one."

"He's not asking His Highness how much he eats!" Xue Yao hurriedly covered the little chubby boy's mouth, and whispered in his ear: "Your Highness, being able to eat is not a particularly powerful skill, so don't tell them this secret! Old Zhang wants to Ask how you feel about your surroundings, what makes you different from others."

The Seventh Prince tilted his head and glanced at Xue Yao.

His Highness didn't know how others felt.

Zhang Si patiently guided: "Think about it carefully, how did you judge my attack route?"

The Seventh Prince replied: "You are moving."

"What?" Zhang Si asked, "Can you explain in more detail?"

The seventh prince stared at him, but raised his finger to his left rear: "The butterfly is also moving."

Several people looked in the direction of the Seventh Prince's finger - and found a flying butterfly.

The Seventh Prince's fingertips followed the butterfly and slowly changed direction. Although his eyes were still looking at Zhang Si, he read: "Up, down, down, east, up, south..."

The eyes of a group of people gradually widened.

That butterfly, as if bewitched, obediently followed the directions given by the Seventh Prince—up, down, down, east, up...

"This...how is this possible!" Zhang Si was shocked.

The fifth prince couldn't believe it. He always thought that the seventh brother was more flexible than the coach because of his excellent reflexes. Now he realized that this little guy can predict the next move of other people, even birds and beasts!

"Old Seven! You...how can you see how it is going to fly?" The fifth prince anxiously grabbed the seventh prince's shoulders and shook them vigorously.

"It's moving." The Seventh Prince looked down at his palm and murmured: "The air flow will change first."

Zhang Si opened his eyes wide and asked, "Where is the airflow, can you feel the airflow?"

The Seventh Prince nodded, raised his hand to touch his side face, but did not stick it on the skin, and told Zhang Si from a distance: "It's warm."

Zhang Si adjusted his breath and felt the little prince's hand carefully, but he didn't feel anything unusual: "I can't feel it, only the slightly warm temperature of your palm. Do you feel that there is air around your fingers?"

"I have it all over my body." The Seventh Prince lowered his hand, pointed to the position half an inch below the navel of his belly, and explained: "Here is a heat flow that travels to the whole body and spreads out. You are moving, and the air flow goes first, so you can feel it. "

"I still don't understand." The fifth prince was at a loss.

Zhang Si became more and more astonished, and it took him a long time to murmur: "A child born with the physique of returning home? There really is such a strange person in the world!"

"What do you mean?" The sixth prince asked in surprise, "Does the seventh brother have any special talent?"

Zhang Si nodded, frowned, looked the seventh prince up and down, and said to himself: "The old sword master has been unable to find him for more than 50 years, and now I have met him. The divine stone is the child of the emperor's family..."

"What are you talking about?" The Fifth Prince happily turned his head and pinched his younger brother's chubby face: "Isn't the seventh son of our family very talented? Will he be better than the elder brother in the future?"

Zhang Si sighed deeply.

Not only is he talented, this is a rare child who practiced martial arts in the world, but it is a pity that with his aptitude, this child's talent cannot be fully displayed.

Xue Yao heard Zhang Si's whispered words.

This is simply the Long Aotian Special Grade Qualification Award!It's already covered the forehead of his little chubby boy!

His fake dragon, Aotian, can still be saved!

"So..." Xue Yao walked up to Zhang Si and asked quietly, "Will being a little fat affect His Highness's martial arts training?"

Zhang Si looked back at Xue Yao, and said with a low laugh: "Your Highness, this is not considered fat. Children with returning physique need a lot of physical energy to maintain their natural luck. When they reach the age of strokes, this weight may not be enough to convert into energy." Muscles that store more physical energy, in my opinion, eat more."

"!!!" Xue Yao almost cried with excitement!

This is the first time someone said that his little chubby cub is no good!Calculate!fat!

This is simply the most beautiful encouragement in the world!

Immediately walked back and told the little fat boy: "Old Zhang said that His Highness is a good candidate for martial arts! Your Highness is really..."

"Great!" The fifth prince interrupted Xue Yao, and patted the little fat boy on the shoulder with great joy: "I have long seen that Lao Qi is a material for martial arts, even the instructor..."

The seventh prince suddenly raised his hand to cover the mouth of the fifth prince, and turned to stare at Xue Yao seriously: "Say it."

His Highness just wants to hear silly flattery.

The fifth prince whose mouth was covered: "..."

"Your Highness is really talented!" Xue Yao was so happy that he boasted fiercely, and he also went along with his hair.

The sixth prince stared at Xue Yao's bright smile, and couldn't help but giggled twice, his expression suddenly became lonely again, he lowered his head, and drooped his head to choose the next weapon.

Just try a little harder.

The seventh brother is so lazy, his talent may not be of much help, and he will definitely need the protection of the sixth brother in the future.

Ah Yao must also need his protection.

become dependent on all.

Like the mother and concubine relying on the father.

You won't be disgusted by abandonment.

Be sure to redouble your efforts.

The author has something to say:

The blindest rainbow fart of the year: Your Highness is not fat!