"Difficult? No matter how difficult it is, you must persevere!"

On the martial arts training ground (racecourse) in the Zhongduhu Mansion in Chang'an City, several half-grown men were practicing martial arts.

Feng Ying dismounted on her short little horse, holding a small whip in her hand, and showed off her power in front of them, wandering back and forth several times.

Then he stopped in front of Liu Chen, the riding crop was about to hit his nose, and he sounded like a young adult:

"Especially you, Liu Dalang, you are the last to enter the government and make the slowest progress. If you don't make progress, I'm afraid you will be punished again on the day of the assessment!"

As she spoke, she turned over and dismounted, tapped Liu Chen's arm with her riding crop, and said:

"Raise it higher."

Liu Chen grimaced and obediently tried to raise his almost numb arm a little bit.

Then he looked at Feng Ying with pleading eyes, as if telling him that he had really tried his best.

Fortunately, Feng Ying did not make things difficult for him again.

Instead, he turned around and walked towards Ah Chong not far away.

Ah Chong's expression changed greatly, and he quickly swung the wooden sword in his hand.

"The move is wrong, why didn't the foot change?"

Both of them scolded with a straight face.

As a coach, she is not a petty-minded person who would take the opportunity to seek revenge.

After correcting Ah Chong's mistake, they both looked at Ah Chong with disdain and turned to leave.

Don't think she doesn't know what this guy is thinking.

Just when a few young men were frightened by Feng Ying's power, General Guan, who was supposed to supervise them to practice martial arts, was welcoming the distinguished guests.
Chapter completed!