She didn't tell him what happened because she didn't want to embarrass him or make him worry, because he was too kind.
After standing behind the door for a long time, she held on to the wall and walked over to blow out the candlelight, then went back to the bed and lay down. But as long as she closed her eyes, she could hear the sound of her stomach growling. She kept telling herself, "Just sleep."
You won't feel hungry if you eat it." But she still couldn't sleep. All she could think about was the delicious abalone and ginseng wings. She couldn't eat it now, just think about it. She just thought about those delicious dishes and drooled as she fell asleep.
No matter what you do, persistence is important, especially learning martial arts. If she doesn't give up on martial arts, it means she won't give up on her life. She can't always be just a maid who is bullied. One day she will let those bullies
Those who passed her regretted it.
Before dawn, she got up and practiced running. Her leg was injured yesterday, and it still hurts slightly today. She gritted her teeth and kept running for an hour. During this period, she fell several times. The wound that had stopped bleeding was injured again, and the blood
It came out again. She sprinkled the medicine Feng Qijun gave her on the wound to stop the bleeding.
Since then, Feng Qijun has visited her every day and taught her some simple martial arts moves, and the two have a tacit understanding of how to play swordsmanship. Under careful care, the injury on her hand has gradually recovered.
"Master, look at my posture of fishing for the moon from the bottom of the sea, right?" Liu Qingcong raised her sword and started to dance.
For a moment, the man and the sword were flying in the air, which was very different from the gentle dance style before. It became heroic, energetic, and flowing. Feng Qijun seemed to be drunk, and he didn't know where he was.
Liu Qingcong sheathed her sword, turned around and smiled at him, "Master, what do you think?"
Feng Qijun smiled and said: "You are very good with the sword, but it doesn't look like you are practicing martial arts to me, but more like dancing. Your sword has no lethality."
"I don't want to kill anyone. I just want to learn self-defense. Master, when will you start teaching me Qinggong?" After practicing running for several days, Liu Qingcong began to get tired of the repetitive running movements.
"This is about stopping being impatient. Once you have a solid foundation, you will be more comfortable learning the later ones. You are so smart, you must have heard that sharpening a knife can cut firewood without mistake."
"Okay, okay, I'll just listen to whatever you say." She puffed up her cheeks, and her soft voice sounded like a cat coquettishly.
"I have to go out today and may not come back until evening. I'll come see you when I come back." He looked at her, already beginning to feel uneasy about her.
"Let's go, have a nice journey." Liu Qingcong suppressed her uneasiness and watched him leave the yard until he was out of sight.
When she withdrew her eyes and turned her head slowly, she didn't know when Madam and Xiao Cui were already standing behind her. Madam's expression was so gloomy that she was startled, took a breath, and said politely: "Madam,
When did you come?"
"You don't have me in your eyes at all, of course you can't see me. If you want to be my wife, then your calculation is wrong. Don't think that you can get close to Qijun with a little bit of beauty. You are not worthy." Simon
Xuemei raised her hand and slapped her hard, and five hot finger prints immediately appeared on her face.
Chapter completed!