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Chapter 38: The Woman's Hand

For more than half a month, apart from practicing the piano at home, Lin Yanran occasionally went to see Xuan Yi and stayed with Murong Che to practice martial arts. It didn't take long for her to learn how to dance with a sword, and she was able to master the sword dance.

Feng, she already had martial arts skills. Murong Che taught her some of his own Murong Sword Techniques. Of course, Murong Che called it Shangguan Sword Technique. Although he was not good at it, he was pretty good at it.

However, what Yanran wanted to learn more was Qinggong. It was incredible to her to see Murong Che flying far away from the ground with just a few exercises.

It would be disrespectful to reciprocate, so Yanran also taught Murong Che his Sanda Kung Fu. He practiced this seemingly weird martial art with gusto.

This is the happiest time since Yanran came to ancient times. She competes in martial arts and practices swords every day, and recites poems and paints together. If she is not worried about Yin'er, even if she stays in ancient times and calls Shangguan Che her whole life, her life will not be boring.

Murong Che felt more and more unable to leave Lin Yixuan. Every day when he saw him returning, he would always stop for a while until Zhang Qiang urged him.

Lin Yixuan made him feel novel, he knew weird martial arts, and he could speak it in a coherent manner. The best person with no talent in Chinese literature was undoubtedly the prince Murong Zheng, but this Lin Yixuan's talent is obviously no less than Murong Zheng, and may even be better than Murong Zheng

superior.

Murong Zheng? Murong Che smiled bitterly. He tried his best to avoid seeing Murong Zheng. It was because of Wei Qian'er. Now there was Lin Yanran, whom he had never met but wanted to marry as his wife. How should he face her?

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What kind of person is Lin Yanran?

Shangguan Qingchu told her that this woman was extremely smart. At that time, he also laughed at Qingchu: "Hearing a hundred times is worse than seeing it. You only heard what others said and didn't see it with your own eyes. You don't need to praise him like this, right?"

Of course, Lin Yanran's poems that Murong Che praised with admiration were all written by famous poets, but she no longer uses the poems she recited at the poetry meeting that day. Yanran always calls herself a disseminator of culture.

, comforting myself in my heart, not feeling ashamed at all for stealing other people’s talents.

When I was just writing and drawing, I was always teased by Murong Che: "Yixuan, look at your hands, they are clearly a pair of women's hands. They are so white, tender and smooth." As he said this, he wanted to hold it in his hand and play with it.

a while.

Lin Yanran's face turned red with embarrassment, she panicked and pulled out her hand, laughing at herself: "I don't have the qualities of a man."

Although Zhang Qiang sneered at this, sissy, women's hands, there is no manliness at all. But he could only say it in his heart. If he really dared to say it, he would not be punished severely by Murong Che, and he might be punished.

This weird young man played a trick on me.

But since then, Lin Yanran has paid more attention when speaking, trying to make her voice as loud as possible. Of course, she has changed gradually, otherwise if she suddenly makes her voice very loud, it will make people suspicious.


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