After rebirth, I abducted the future minister

Chapter 217 Devil Training

At night, Cai Jinghong saw that He Jiabei could not sleep and sat alone on the steps outside. He didn't know what he was thinking, so he put on his coat, pushed the door and walked out, and sat down beside him.

"What's wrong? Are you worried?" Cai Jinghong turned his head and looked at him and asked.

"To be honest, I'm a little worried." He Jiabei said straightforwardly.

"What are you worried about? Worrying that your father will punish you severely?" Cai Jinghong sighed and felt a little sympathetic for him: "It's really a blessing to make people. When you worked hard, your father didn't see it. When you were playing, you were caught by your father."

"I'm not afraid of punishing me, I've been used to it. But this time it's so strange. I left after slapping me, and didn't say much." He Jiabei looked at Cai Jinghong in a daze and asked, "Do you know why this is?"

Cai Jinghong did not answer his words, but patted him on the shoulder and said, "It's very late, go to bed early."

In the middle of the night, He Jiabei was sleeping in a daze. Suddenly, He Zixu led a group of people into the dormitory and ordered people to pull him up, pour water on his face, and suddenly woke He Jiabei up.

He Jiabei was startled and the others were immediately awakened. Cai Jinghong was shocked when he saw He Zixu.

Tang Bozhen ordered everyone to say, "Stop watching, sleep, continue to sleep!"

After hearing this, everyone had to lie back into the bed as they said, all of which were confused.

He Zixu took him to a bamboo forest and asked him to carry two buckets of water on a shoulder pole to successfully pass through the single-plank bridge. Only then did he meet the standards.

"No. There are two more bowls!" He Zixu said in a hard sigh when he saw his miserable condition.

"Don't you go and have a look?" Duan Ce glanced at Cai Jinghong, who looked worried and asked.

"You are not for the He family, nor for me, nor for your mother, you are for that fireworks woman. I would rather not want a son like you!" He Zixu's tone showed disappointment and anger at He Jiabei.

He Zixu walked forward and kept encouraging: "Bei'er, you have to turn decay into magic. Yugong can still move mountains and pile sand to form towers. You can't retreat, otherwise you will be sorry for the country and the country. I am sorry for your ancestors. You are the prince of the He family. This is an indisputable fact. You have no way out now."

"Follow me!" He Zixu said coldly.

In the lobby, He Zixu ordered his men to weigh He Jiabei and asked, "How many pounds are there?"

He Jiabei couldn't help but complain, "I just finished fasting, and now I have to increase my food. What does this mean? Dad."

"What's the world? You obviously forced me to do it!" He Jiabei complained.

After finally finishing ten bowls of rice, He Zixu ordered someone to hang him up, hang him high on the tree, and threw him a long rope, saying, "If you want to get down, just pull the rope down. This is to train your arm strength!"

He Jiabei felt a little more energetic when he heard this, and breathed a sigh of relief and said, "It's great."

"What? I'm forcing you?" He Zixu was so angry that he blew his beard and glared, "Okay, even if I'm forcing you!"

He Zixu said with a serious look: "You are too weak now and need to be intensive in the attack. You must catch up with other disciples in a short period of time. You will not have to go to class in the future. You will be trained alone."

Cai Jinghong murmured: "He Jiabei is his son, and King Guangping probably won't let him die, right?"

"For the He family." He Jiabei said listlessly.

He Jiabei suddenly turned pale when he heard him say this, and he begged repeatedly: "No, Dad, just let me go, I really can't stand it."

After training, He Zixu ordered people to carry a large bucket of white rice and a large bowl of steamed buns, and let He Jiabei stuff it into his mouth.

The subordinate replied: "Report to the prince, it's exactly 94 pounds."

With a wave of his hand, He Jiabei was followed by two soldiers and walked out. He was confused and asked inexplicably: "What are you doing? Where are you going to take me?"

He Zixu stared at him without a moment and said, "If you can't stand it, you have to. You are the son of King Guangping, and you want to defeat Qiqiqiu."

He Zixu hummed twice and said, "It's OK tomorrow."

He Jiabei covered his ears like a monkey who was listening to Tang Monk chanting the tight curse, and said weakly: "Dad, how could you treat me like this? I don't want to be the prince anymore."

He Jiabei waved his hands repeatedly and said, "You know that I am not a material for practicing martial arts at all, so don't waste your time."

He Jiabei was very devastated and fell to the ground with weak energy, feeling very frustrated.

He Jiabei looked bitter and had to do it, but in the end he failed.

"This is training your responsiveness and balance, go quickly."

After training, He Jiabei continued to sit at the table and eat.

Later, He Zixu ordered people to tie He Jiabei up with hemp rope, push him to the edge of the cliff, and shouted: "He Jiabei, what was your purpose at that time when you came to Shangwu Hall?"

When they left the dormitory, Cai Jinghong, Duan Ce and others immediately lifted the quilt, jumped out of bed, and watched He Jiabei leave from a distance.

"How to train?" He Jiabei was stunned when he heard this and asked carefully.

He Jiabei's mouth was full of rice, and his expression was indespair. He looked at He Zixu and said, "Dad, I can't eat it anymore."

Not long after, He Zixu asked the soldier who helped He Jiabei to make food, "What bowl is it now?"

"You have never regarded me as a son, but only regarded me as a tool for fighting against King Jin. You only care about personal honor and disgrace, and ignore my life and death." He Jiabei said with a look of frustration and loss.

He Zixu angrily scolded: "Shut up! You personally promised to be the prince that day. When you encounter a small difficulty today, you retreated and frightened."

He Jiabei had no choice but to lower his head and scoop the rice, which made his stomach almost explode.

He Jiabei carried the bucket in fear and walked forward for two steps, but did not dare to move. The soldiers behind him raised their whip and hit a crackling whip in the air, shouting: "Don't stop, go quickly!"

"The eighth bowl is here." The soldier replied immediately.

"Just so happy? You are too unsatisfied. You can achieve your goal in a few days of devil training? That is impossible. You have to stick to the end. You will never give up until you reach the goal." He Zixu said angrily.

He Zixu said in a deep voice: "Jiabei, you are weak and you need to gain weight immediately. Starting tomorrow, you will eat eight meals a day, each meal will have to eat ten bowls of rice, and you must finish it."

After saying that, he turned around and left.

He was exhausted physically and mentally. He didn't even want to look at the rice bucket. He said in distress: "Why is it rice again? When will it end?"

He Zixu was furious when he heard this and said, "You rebellious son, you still don't repent. Why don't you apologize to me?"

He Jiabei raised his head and asked him, "Am I wrong? I'm right, you are wrong! It's not me, you are wrong!"

"You! You unfilial son! Okay, today I will let you taste the family rules of our He family!"

After He Zixu finished speaking, he pushed He Jiabei out of the cliff, and the other end of the rope on his body was firmly held in his own hands.

(End of this chapter)