"How dare you ask such a question?"
A direct punch came like an arrow!
The prompt in Li Xuan's mind had fully proven how authentic Wang Suyue's Military Fist was.
But before the boxing routine could finish, Eunuch Yin brought people to forcibly separate the two of them, taking each away.
"Oh, what a pity!"
Li Xuan was so angry that he stood up, pounded his chest, and stomped his feet, anxiously scratching his ears and cheeks in circles, like a little furry monkey.
It was all because the information in his mind was still the same as before.
[Wang Family Military Boxing (Incomplete): 0%]
This was the first time Li Xuan had encountered an incomplete cultivation method, and also the first time a progress started at zero.
He quickly recalled the boxing routine and found that his mind only contained two and a half moves that Wang Suyue had demonstrated earlier.
In this situation, he certainly couldn't practice and improve the progress on his own.
"These stinky eunuchs, meddling in other people's business like a dog catching a mouse."
"It's truly a case of the cat not being anxious, but the Eunuch being anxious."
"That Liang Chuchu is sturdy; she clearly could have taken a few more blows…"
Li Xuan was busy cursing, "Meow, meow, meow," when he accidentally saw a woman whose face was beaten into a pig's head being carried away.
Looking at her clothes, they seemed familiar.
This made Li Xuan a bit silent, but he immediately shrugged and let it go.
"Never mind, at worst, there will be more opportunities. I'll finish learning it eventually."
Li Xuan didn't feel that there was anything wrong with his thoughts.
"I'm just afraid that Wang Suyue has habitual opening moves. If that's the case, won't I never see the later moves?"
"Is there any way to strengthen Liang Chuchu's physique and make her a bit more resilient?"
There was no other way; Li Xuan was simply too eager to learn and too eager to improve.
One thing.
If you want to do it, you will always find a way.
If you don't want to do it, you will always find an excuse.
And now Li Xuan was thinking of feasible methods without scruples.
For no reason, Liang Chuchu, who had fallen into a coma and was being carried away, suddenly shivered, startling the palace maids who were carrying her.
A farce thus ended. With no more excitement to watch, everyone else went about their own business.
The Royal Concubines, who were halfway through their lunch, continued to use the recent incident as post-meal conversation.
"Liang Chuchu really lost her mind, daring to fight Wang Suyue. With her brute strength, plus her family's ancestral martial arts, all of us Royal Concubines combined couldn't beat her alone."
"Exactly, this Liang Chuchu looks clever, but neither her mind nor her body is any good."
"She's already a Talent, yet she still doesn't learn palace intrigue, but instead fights bravely with a general's daughter."
"I heard that the Grand Secretary is exceptionally learned and well-read, so how could he have such a foolish daughter?"
"Ay, how can such a thing be said in front of so many people? It's enough that you understand it in your heart."
"Tsk tsk tsk…"
Each of them spoke as if it were true. It was a good thing Liang Chuchu was carried away unconscious, otherwise, she might have fainted again.
These bright teeth and red lips truly showed no mercy.
Li Xuan was deep in thought on the wall, pondering a strategy to complete the Military Fist. He looked up and saw that the once lively courtyard had suddenly become quiet.
There was once a young man who said his greatest pleasure in life was watching women fight. At that time, Li Xuan was still young and didn't understand the subtle beauty of it.
But now, recalling the previous scene in detail, it was truly splendid.
Especially the pure white artistic beauty, which assailed his senses, entered his eyes, and left him haunted by dreams, his soul lost in reverie.
Thoughts in disarray, soul adrift in dreams.
Li Xuan was still savoring the moment when he saw a familiar back of a head in the courtyard.
"Huh, isn't that Little Deng?"
"Haven't seen him for one night, and he's already wearing yellow clothes?"
In the courtyard, Deng Weixian, dressed in yellow, walked with another young eunuch who had a bit of baby fat.
The two were similar in age, wore the same yellow clothes, and had "newbie" written all over their faces.
Leading them was another eunuch in yellow, about twenty years old, clearly an old hand, who seemed to be showing them around Yan Qu Hall.
"This is the front hall, where all the Royal Concubines reside. Normally, you are not allowed to casually intrude without reason; you must abide by the rules."
"I'll take you to see where you'll be living in the back, and then you'll go report to Eunuch Yin."
Along the way, Deng Weixian kept his head down, following closely, silent. He occasionally nodded in agreement, speaking only when necessary.
But his companion beside him was different. His chubby, round face already made him look younger, and upon arriving in the unfamiliar environment, he kept looking left and right, like a curious baby.
On their way, they unexpectedly ran into a Talent in thin clothing. Deng Weixian kept his head down, pretending not to see her the entire time.
However, the baby-faced young eunuch immediately stared, his face flushed, and he was uneasy.
That expression of wanting to look but being too embarrassed, yet fearing regret if he didn't, was truly too youthful.
The Talent was amused, covered her mouth with a chuckle, and drifted away.
"Xiao Zhuozi, why don't you just pluck out your eyeballs and stick them on?"
the Eunuch leading them asked sinisterly.
In this palace, the names of the servants were simply called whatever sounded convenient.
Xiao Zhuozi's real name was Zhuo Fan, but "Xiao Fanzi" didn't sound good, so he was called Xiao Zhuozi.
Deng Weixian's Little Deng was the same principle.
Xiao Zhuozi, who was still staring at the departing figure of the Talent, was startled by these words. He quickly bowed and replied tremblingly, "Your Grace, please spare my life! Xiao Zhuozi knows his mistake and will never dare again!"
Seeing Xiao Zhuozi tremble all over and act so spinelessly from a mere scare, the Eunuch also found it uninteresting.
"Since your tools are gone, just be honest."
The leading eunuch warned, then moved beside Xiao Zhuozi and reached out to pinch the soft flesh on his arm hard: "Otherwise, what gets removed next will be your little head."
Xiao Zhuozi was in so much pain that cold sweat dripped, but he didn't dare to make a sound.
"Today, I'll put in some effort to teach you a lesson. In the future, learn more from Little Deng. Otherwise, harming yourself is a small matter, but implicating others would be a sin."
"Did you get that?"
Xiao Zhuozi nodded vigorously and continuously, afraid that opening his mouth would make him cry out in pain.
Eunuchs in the palace were well-versed in how to inflict the most pain with the least amount of force.
In just a short while, Xiao Zhuozi's forehead was drenched with sweat from the pain.
Seeing Xiao Zhuozi settle down, the leading eunuch gave him one last hard twist before reluctantly letting go.
"Keep up, and don't look around anymore."
Li Xuan watched this scene from afar, unable to help but shake his head and sigh.
"Being a eunuch isn't easy either."
The hierarchy in the palace was strict, with one level suppressing another.
How could palace maids and eunuchs not suffer grievances? It was just that this resentment was passed down layer by layer.
At the very bottom, you could only endure it, swallowing that resentment whole.
Last night, Deng Weixians Godfather said he had already arranged his duties, and he didn't expect him to be assigned to Yan Qu Hall.
Deng Weixian and his companion were led to a room in the back courtyard; this would be their living quarters from now on.
Li Xuan followed all the way and found that it was, coincidentally, this familiar courtyard.
"Why are they living here?"
Thanks to reader Lin Yin for the reward.
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