"Mother!" Just when Shen's spoon was about to touch her lips, Shen Yu suddenly called out.
Shen was startled by her, and when she looked up again, she happened to see Shen Yu's anxious and worried expression, and couldn't help but advise her: "Good girl, don't worry, your uncles will not let Feng Yu Heng go.
She will definitely not live to be married until she is fifteen!"
Feng Chenyu's heart was churning, and her eyes were full of tangles. She really hoped that this mother would never be a stumbling block for her to ascend to the throne, but she still stopped Shen when she was about to drink the bowl of soup again: "
Only then did the daughter remember that she forgot to put salt in the soup. The mother would drink it after waiting while the daughter went to drink it again." She hurriedly grabbed the soup bowl from Shen's hand and left the room as if she was running away.
Mrs. Shen didn't understand what was going on, but looked at the background of Shen Yu leaving and murmured: "My good daughter, all the good things in this world should be yours. All the money my mother left is for me."
For you."
This evening at midnight, Ben walked back.
He put something in front of Feng Yuheng, and Feng Yuheng picked it up and saw that it was an old hairpin.
"That grandma has a fifteen-year-old granddaughter, who is the ninth concubine of the third master of the Shen family. I took a hairpin from her. The style is old and looks like something from the past."
Feng Yuheng nodded, that was indeed the case.
She felt that there must be some reason for Nanny Sun's betrayal. Otherwise, how could Nanny Sun, who came from the Yao family as a dowry with the Yao family, switch to someone else in just three years.
It's just that Grandma Sun hid her little granddaughter so well that even when she was fifteen years old, Mrs. Yao didn't even know about it.
She handed the hairpin back to Ban Chu and told him: "Send this hairpin to Grandma Sun tonight."
"As ordered." Ban Zao nodded and wanted to say something, but suddenly his expression changed and he said: "Your Highness is here." After saying that, he disappeared in a flash.
Feng Yuheng was stunned on the spot. Wangchuan smiled and pushed her: "Ban Zou said that His Highness is here. Miss, please go out and take a look."
Only then did she realize what she was doing, and she quickly stood up and ran out for two steps, but then she stopped, turned around and asked Wangchuan: "Are my clothes okay?"
As soon as these words came out of her mouth, she despised herself. Since when had that man with the purple lotus between his eyebrows been able to capture her heart like this?
Perhaps there will never be an answer to this question, but in fact she knew in her heart that on the night she first came to this world, the moment she waved goodbye to him, her heart had already begun to miss him.
"You look good in anything you wear." A voice came from the back window, and the girl who hadn't turned around pursed her lips and started laughing.
Following the sound, she turned around and saw that through the open window, under a big tree not far away, there was a man in purple robe sitting in a wheelchair, with the golden mask still covering his face, but she suddenly
You can see the purple lotus through the small hole.
"Hengheng, come here."
This voice was like magic, bewitching Feng Yuheng to run to the window, leaping over the window nimbly, holding up the hem of her skirt, and ran towards him.
"Why are you here?" Her eyes were bright and sparkling with intelligence. In Xuan Tianming's eyes, they were like the stars in the sky, making people's hearts beat with their blinking.
"Let me see you." He took her hand, brought her in front of him, put her on the handle of the wheelchair, and sat on it. Then he clap with one hand, and the wheelchair flew up, running towards the top of the mountain.
Ran out.
Feng Yuheng could only hear the whistling of wind in her ears, and she felt as if she was riding a flying carpet and experiencing a wonderful journey.
She hugged Xuan Tianming's neck tightly with one hand, and stretched out her other hand, excitedly flicking the branches along the way, like a child.
Xuan Tianming had never seen her look like this before. While he was surprised, he also felt that she looked like a twelve-year-old child.
On such a night, the two of them were soaring into the air through Qinggong, their eyes facing each other, and they looked at each other with a touch of tenderness.
Finally reaching the top of the mountain, the wheelchair landed firmly on the ground. His luck was over, and there was a slight sweat on his forehead.
She subconsciously raised her sleeves to wipe him. Xuan Tianming was stunned for a moment, but did not hide. It was not until Feng Yuheng finished wiping that he said: "This is the first time I saw a girl wiping someone's sweat with her sleeves.
"
"Uh... I should use a handkerchief, right?" She touched her body, "I don't have a handkerchief." She then stopped continuing the topic and sighed sincerely: "That's so cool! Xuan Tianming, this is what you call
Qinggong, right?"
He enjoyed the feeling when she called him Xuan Tian Mingshi. Although this name belonged to him but was extremely unfamiliar, after she called him, he finally found a sense of belonging again.
In this world, she is the only one who calls him like this, Xuan Tianming, eh, very good.
Feng Yuheng jumped out of the wheelchair and happily walked around the top of the mountain a few times. Then she stood still and looked at Xuan Tian Mingshi. She felt that the haze that had accumulated over the past few days had been swept away. He was the only one left in her eyes and heart.
The ink rising in the wind, and the looming purple lotus under the moonlight at night.
She thought that if a girl fell in love with a boy first, she would be at a disadvantage, right? She still remembered that her partner in her previous life told her that in love, whoever falls in love first loses first.
But now, she is convinced that she has lost.
"Do you want to learn it?" Xuan Tianming was stared at helplessly by her, "I mean Qing Gong. If you want to learn it, I can teach you."
Feng Yuheng shook her head, "It's too difficult if you don't learn. You see, I'm so busy every day. Just the people and things in Feng Mansion are enough for me. I also have to read medical books and study medicinal materials.
I have to take care of the business of the shop outside, so how can I have time to learn Qinggong?"
She was a little depressed, but she suddenly became cheerful again, ran forward, pulled Xuan Tianming's sleeve and said like a treasure, "But I can also do some kung fu."
Xuan Tianming nodded, "When I was in the mountains, I saw your hand playing with stones, and I knew you were not incompetent at all."
She smiled and poked his golden mask with her finger: "It's more than just a little skill! Although my body is a bit weak now, these are temporary. I will eat more good food in the future and take some time to train every day.
, you will be able to recover very quickly. Although you cannot return to your peak condition so quickly, it will not hinder Huang Quan and the others too much when they encounter another fight."
Xuan Tianming didn't quite understand what she said. What did it mean to return to peak condition? She meant that she once had very good skills, but now she has declined?
But he still nodded seriously and told her: "Since you have the foundation, don't waste it. Even if there is someone around you who can protect you, there is always a chance. I am always worried that something will happen to you, so I will just follow the class today."
He said that he met someone from the Palace of Hell again last night and was worried about you, so he hurried over."
She asked Ban to go out to do errands. Since the Shen family was in Beijing, Ban Zou would naturally go back to Beijing.
Feng Yuheng was not angry at all with Ban Zou telling Xuan Tianming about her situation. On the contrary, she was very happy because he rushed over because he said he was worried about her.
"Do you want to try?" She took two steps back playfully, keeping a certain distance from him.
"What are you trying?" Xuan Tianming was startled for a moment, and then he came to his senses. How dare this girl want to fight with him? But no matter how you look at it, it looks like he is bullying a child.
But he couldn't bear to spoil her mood, so he nodded, "Okay." He just thought of it as accompanying her to stretch her muscles.
Feng Yuheng happily opened her stance, slipped her feet, and swung around behind him.
Xuan Tianming's reaction was not slow, and he patted the wheelchair and ran away diagonally.
Then he heard Feng Yuheng shout: "You don't have luck with Qinggong!" The man rushed towards him and hit him.
Xuan Tianming studied ancient martial arts, and Feng Yuheng had never been exposed to moves and routines.
What Feng Yuheng used was the actual combat and grappling techniques learned in the 21st Century 6th War Army, which focused on subduing or killing the target in a short period of time. The set of routines is a set of military boxing.
But she slightly modified it and made it more flexible.
The more Xuan Tianming beat him, the more surprised he became. Although Feng Yuheng was indeed what she said, her small body was really inferior and her strength was so weak that he almost didn't dare to touch her little arm directly for fear of hurting her, but she
The moves he used were things he had never seen or heard of before.
Feng Yu Heng's moves don't look even close to gorgeous, let alone good-looking. Most girls who practice martial arts would choose Qing Kung Fu or swordsmanship, which are beautiful skills, but Feng Yu Heng's moves are all
Complete close combat. Every move is extremely powerful, tricky and practical.
Xuan Tianming believed that if Feng Yuheng's physical condition improved and she could use this skill, she would be able to compete with even a superior martial arts master. What's more, he always felt vaguely that this girl's
Although Kung Fu does not seem to be assisted by internal strength and mental methods now, in fact, there must be a set of internal strength training that matches it, but she has not yet mastered it.
The two of them fought for more than a hundred rounds before they both stopped. Feng Yuheng was a little tired. She put her hands on her knees and panted. While panting, she waved her hands to Xuan Tianming: "I can't do it anymore. I can't do it anymore. I'll beat this broken body for a while."
I'm just tired. Just let me rest, there are still many moves that I haven't used yet." After saying that, he sat down on the ground and rested by himself.
He turned the wheelchair next to her, pulled off the cloak behind him and covered her body, "The mountain breeze is cool at night. You just sweated, be careful of the cold." After thinking about it, he added: "You should still be there.
You don’t have the internal strength to practice this set of moves, do you?”
Feng Yuheng nodded. Regardless of whether they are ancient or modern people, anyone who practices martial arts knows that it is useless to rely only on external tricks. What is important is internal cooperation.
This point was called internal strength and mind method by the ancients, but in modern times, it is what everyone knows: qigong.
"My set is a combination of fighting and grappling, and it also combines a set of military boxing." She could see Xuan Tianming's curiosity, so she took the initiative to explain to him, "They are all close combat skills, there is nothing to see.
It’s not very specific, but every move is very practical. And the internal strength that goes along with these moves, I call it hard qigong.”
"Hard Qigong?" He pondered for a while and analyzed it with his own understanding: "I see that you are very strong when fighting. The so-called hard Qigong, if you master it, most people will be afraid that their arms will be broken if they take one move.
Bar?"
Feng Yuheng nodded, "It's almost the same, it depends on how far you practice it. But even if I'm good at it, I'll still be a lot worse when fighting you." She had to admit that Gu Wu was profound and profound, "You all know Qing Kung, and
When combined with long weapons, I will be at a disadvantage, as I can see from these two fights."
Xuan Tianming nodded in agreement, looked at her again, with a hint of inquiry in his eyes, changed the subject, and asked her directly: "Who did you learn this from?" [End of Chapter]