The loud shouting attracted many people, and the subordinate who had gone out to pour out the medicine residue rushed in, lifted the quilt up, and checked his pulse.
Tian Meng looked anxiously and kept asking, "How is she?"
The subordinate picked up the quilt and placed it on the couch. He shook his head and said, "There is nothing serious about her body. She has been here for a while, and she has always been like this. I think she has some mental illness."
"Heart disease? Do you have any solution?"
He turned around to face Tian Meng, held his pulse with one hand, and said, "Sir Tian Meng, how can I be so clever? A heart ailment requires heart medicine, but there is nothing I can do."
"What happened to her? She even wanted to die just now."
Tian Meng's eyes were fixed on the quilt lying there, and there was almost no trace of blood on the other person's profile.
"Sir, you should worry about yourself first. You are still doing forceful exercises like this, and your injuries are getting worse. I'm afraid you will have to lie down for a while."
"..." Tian Meng didn't reply. He turned around and closed his eyes and asked, "Where is the Imperial Master?"
"When I came back, the Imperial Master happened to be leaving."
"Next time the Imperial Master comes to our headquarters, go and tell him for me that I have something to ask for."
"I have noted it, sir."
Tian Meng's eyes were closed, his vision was filled with darkness, and there was still a lot of self-blame and worry about the farmer's future in his heart, and now a woman squeezed in for no reason.
She became like this after meeting the Imperial Master. What happened? Quilt...
…
When Lu Yan left Luowang Headquarters and returned to the Imperial Prefect's Mansion, Zhao Kuan's eyes still flashed through his mind from time to time, just like the snow in the north was melting under direct sunlight.
"Fragile yet stubborn, arrogant yet inferior, Zhao Ku. There are countless souls like hers that have been harmed by this troubled world."
He walked into the Imperial Preceptor's Mansion. Ji Yan was sparring with Jie in the courtyard, and they were having a great time fighting back and forth. Ehuang stood watching the battle, staring at the sword moves used by the two boys and nodding frequently.
Ju Shuang was meditating quietly on one side, with the Ziyun Sword on his lap, and a faint cloud of smoke lingering around him.
Ji Yan jumped out of the fight and rolled his wooden sword into a flower, "Brother Jie, let me show you the swordsmanship I learned in Taoism."
Jie half-squinted his eyes and remained unmoved, "It's up to you. The more swordsmanship you have, the stronger you are."
"Tch~ you're looking down on me again. I'm jumping out of the branches."
The corner of Ji Yan's mouth curled up, and the wooden sword cut through the invisible water waves and two fish appeared, one rising into the air and the other diving down.
Jie was a little surprised when he saw this situation. His intuition told him that the jump was a feint and the real attack was a diving sword.
So he dodged and approached quickly, using his sword to bring up the electric light from bottom to top.
The two wooden swords crossed each other, and Jie's sword was empty;
"What?!"
"Hmph~"
Ji Yan followed the direction in which he drew the sword and slapped it on the sword, preventing him from returning the sword immediately. He took advantage of the situation and jumped up, and the wooden sword went straight to Jie's head.
"How's it going? Brother Jie, I finally beat you once!" She turned over and landed, placing the wooden sword above Jie's forehead, and said with a hearty smile.
What's going on? Just now, why did my intuition go wrong?
Jie put the wooden sword upright in front of his eyes, his expression became extremely serious, "This was the first game you won just now. Let's do it again!"
"good!"
"The fish jumps over the branches...the fish that swallows the boat does not swim in the branches. The move Ayan just made not only has the virtual and real changes of Ziyun's sword technique, but also implies the Taoist debate between small and big. Jie knows almost nothing about these
, it’s normal for you to be tricked for a while.”
Lu Yan stood steadily at the entrance of the courtyard, admiring Ji Yan's performance just now.
Ehuang noticed his figure and looked happy. He was about to shout but was silenced by his gesture.
Ju Shuang is still immersed in the practice of Zixia Breathing Technique, her lips are exhaling like orchid, the mist around her body is floating slightly, like the bright moon shining over a river of clouds, and the light breeze blowing the waves.
Lu Yan's eyes passed by the two very energetic boys and the quiet Ehuang, and landed on Ju Shuang.
For some reason, after seeing Zhao Ku's eyes, he hoped to see Ju Shuang. Now looking at the other person practicing, he felt at ease.
Hmm? Young Master?
Ju Shuang noticed this undisguised gaze and did not open her eyes. The sound of her daughter and Jie's two wooden swords parrying could be heard in her ears. Gradually, the sound of her own heartbeat became clearer and clearer.
Her heart was confused.
What is he doing? Why is he staring at me motionless...
Once the mind is in chaos, the cultivation of this mental method will naturally cease.
Ju Shuang's face remained as usual and she exhaled calmly. She stood up and looked up to see Lu Yan. She shouted in surprise, "Sir, you are back."
Lu Yan came to his senses and responded with a smile: "Yes, I'm back."
The two boys also stopped wielding their swords.
Ji Yan couldn't wait and jumped to Lu Yan's side, shouting and sharing with him: "Uncle Lu, I just finally defeated Brother Jie in a sword fight."
Lu Yan ruffled her hair and showed an admiring expression: "Yeah, that's amazing. It seems like you really haven't slacked off at all."
"Of course." She proudly turned her head towards Zed and smiled, "But I think brother Zed may have slacked off a bit."
Jie ignored her, held his sword and shouted "Sir" to Lu Yan.
Lu Yan tugged the guy's pigtails a little, squatted down and said to her: "Don't get carried away after winning once. Winning for the first time is indeed something to be happy about, but don't forget, it's just one time."
Ji Yan was a little unconvinced, "Huh, I'm younger than Brother Jie. I will definitely win more and lose less in the future."
Lu Yan leaned into her ear and lowered his voice: "Uncle Lu, you think I can't tell that you have developed a move specifically targeting Jie's weakness."
"ah?"
"When you compete with your own family, you still need to focus on your weaknesses to win. If you encounter enemies in the future, will they expose their weaknesses and give you time to study them?
The purpose of competing with your own family is so that you can make progress together and have strong strength to deal with unknown dangers. Ayan, you defeated Jie for the first time in this way, are you really so happy?"
"I, I..." Ji Yan blushed and hesitated, unable to speak.
Only Jie, the person present, could not hear clearly what Lu Yan was saying. Ehuang and Ju Shuang saw Lu Yan squatting next to the child and teaching him softly, their eyes flashing with light.
Ju Shuang's hand holding the Ziyun Sword felt a little nervous, and her long eyelashes trembled slightly.
Lu Yan knew that the little guy had already thought about it, so he stood up and said loudly and deliberately: "Jie, you have to be careful, don't be surpassed by A Yan so easily."
Jie immediately held his sword seriously and obeyed the order, "Yes, sir."
Ji Yan ran out and gestured with the wooden sword again, "Brother Jie, the fight just now is not over yet, let's continue."
Jie couldn't help but look at Lu Yan, and after receiving the answer, he rushed over with a flash of lightning.
Lu Yan walked slightly to the side, smiled at the two women and said, "Ha, it seems that this kid was holding his breath when he was defeated by A Yan for the first time. I thought he was really so cold and didn't care at all."
Ju Shuang dodged half a step and then calmed down and said: "After all, I'm only thirteen years old, so I'm a bit strong after all."
"Yeah, that's true. Seeing that Jie still retains a little bit of his boyish nature makes me feel much better."
She looked at Lu Yan's profile as he watched the two boys compete, her chest rose and fell twice, and she sighed inwardly:
Young Master, you are really becoming more and more like a father...