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After two tiring days, Jing Chunxi really needed to catch up on some sleep and also slowly sort out the news he brought back from the capital.

Not long after, the result of the Fubo Ridge incident came out. As expected by everyone, the Fourth Prince was not executed, nor was he sent to guard the imperial tomb. He was just imprisoned in the mansion.

Many of his followers were arrested or executed, and the imperial court was implicated, with several officials exiled. However, because the Fourth Prince had not admitted to conspiracy and there was no conclusive evidence directly implicating him in treason, the case was somehow suppressed.

This was mainly due to the fact that the fourth prince's mother was the emperor's favorite concubine, Concubine Hua. After the incident, she knelt in front of the hall for the emperor for a whole day.

My mother's family, the Duke of Anguo Mansion, was also a founding hero. After the incident, they mediated everywhere, and in the end, the Duke of Anguo Mansion was slightly punished and demoted from a super-first-class duke's mansion to a marquis' mansion, but the two words "Anguo" were still retained.

The Fourth Prince's wife's family was not so lucky, as both her father and brother were dismissed from their posts.

The final result was announced: the disaster relief money had not been diverted for other purposes. Then the rumor spread that all the money had been confiscated.

In less than ten days, the team transporting disaster relief supplies set out again. The team was still large, but the disaster relief silver was replaced by disaster relief grain.

At this time, the victims in Jian'an County and Jiujiang County were displaced and living in misery. Coupled with the rampant plague, tens of thousands of people died in both places.

Jing Chunxi: Humph! The evidence is so conclusive, yet it's not considered treason. How could the Jing family, with generations of loyal officials and illustrious military achievements, be considered treason?

Ridiculous!

That night, in the west wing, July and September discussed how the young master should practice his lightness skills next.

July means: "The weight should be increased by two pounds, and the distance of the weighted run should be increased by two laps."

September, however, insisted on his opposition: "Either maintain the status quo or make some minor cuts."

the next day,

The weighted running was increased to eight laps in July and September, and the weight was still five kilograms, but the up and down mountain running was cancelled for the time being.

This confused Jing Chunxi. In fact, she thought that the weight could be increased by one or two pounds at this time, but July and September considered it over and over again and decided not to increase it. Their reason was very sufficient, that is, since the young master decided to study with that big brother Jing, and the two of them did not get along well, he would definitely be abused.

So after considering it, the two decided to reduce the burden on the young master first.

Jing Chunxi arrived at the training ground before noon after finishing his run. He thought he was early, but everyone on the training ground was already sweating profusely. Moreover, those who were practicing in the morning were either guards or farmers who had been working in the fields. Coach Wu himself was also practicing.

Seeing Jing Chunxi coming up, those who had practiced almost enough bowed and saluted, then dispersed and left.

There were only five or six people and one other person surrounding her. It seemed that a child called him Xiaoman that day, saying that he was the grandson of Li Zhuangtou's family.

Xiaoman looked smarter than Wutou and Liutou, but she didn't talk much in front of people. Her body was not as wide as the two of them, and she was thin but strong.

Wutou was still as enthusiastic as he was a few days ago: "Cousin Xi, you are here. Brother Jing asked us to practice with you today."

Jing Chunxi: “Oh!”

It turned out that there was a plan in place long ago, and everyone else understood it, but she was the only one who was kept in the dark.

The boys really all called him Brother Jing.

Looking at the muscles beneath their clothes, Jing Chunxi frowned slightly: No way? She didn't want to become a muscular man like this after training.

July and September both had good Qinggong skills and decent strength, and didn't they both have similarly slender figures? Her ultimate goal was to become like them.

Datou saw Jing Chunxi staring at him and thought she was envious. He raised his right hand, raised his fist upwards and tensed his muscles to show his strength.

It was not easy to offend him, so Jing Chunxi curled up the corners of his mouth and smiled.

No matter how you look at it, it seems that these three people on the opposite side will not be able to fly over the eaves and walls no matter how much they practice, especially the fifth and sixth heads. Just looking at their physiques, it would be no big deal if they were asked to wield hammers and swords.

"What are you all standing there for?" The man spoke coldly again and arranged everything as soon as he arrived.

"Five or six people, go to the utility room over there and get some lime.

Xiao Man, go and help me break off a stick as thick as a finger."

Not everyone has such two-sidedness. No matter if he has a stern face, a gloomy face, or a raised corner of the mouth, he can be called a handsome uncle. However, in this case, it is more appropriate to call him a poker face.

When Jing Yi came over, he was holding a cloth bag in his hand. It was impossible to tell what was inside, but it looked quite heavy.

Seeing that Jing Chunxi had nothing in her hands, she reminded her with a poker face, "Remember to bring a cloth towel every day."

Jing Chunxi said "hmm", not feeling that he was concerned, but thinking that he was meddling in his affairs.

I just noticed that after the martial artists stopped, they all used cloths to wipe their sweat on the stones next to them.

Even the three of Wu Tou had towels draped over their shoulders; it wasn't that she didn't prepare any, but it was usually the secret guards or the icing sugar who stopped to help her wipe the sweat off her face, so she didn't have to do it herself, and she just forgot to bring it up.

When Xiao Man brought over the sticks, Wu Tou and Liu Tou also came over with shovels to carry lime. They were also confused as to what they were doing with these things.