In Chen Lingyun's room.
"Does my usual sparring practice with Zhao Yuanzhen look brutal and savage?" Yan Yu complained.
"Not at all." Chen Lingyun, rotating the handle of the coffee grinder, smiled and said, "If we ignore the fact that you use training as an excuse to deliberately knock her on the head, kick her butt, and run her ragged, your training style is actually quite gentle, right? At least it doesn't result in bloodshed or injuries."
"Her stubborn nature is obvious." Yan Yu argued without justification, "If I don't toughen up her temperament, how can the special training be effective?"
Empress Yuanzhen, with that one "demonic" character, do you think it was casually given by the media from a previous life?
"Yes, yes, yes." After Chen Lingyun finished grinding, she carefully poured the grounds into the filter cup, then picked up the gooseneck kettle next to her and leisurely started pouring water in a circular motion.