"Mother!" Just when Shen's spoon was about to touch his lips, Shen Yu suddenly called out.

Shen was startled by her. When she looked up again, she happened to see Chen Yu's anxious and worried expression. She couldn't help but advise her: "Good daughter, don't worry, your uncles will not let Feng Yuheng go, she will definitely not live to marry at the age of fifteen!"

Feng Chenyu's heart churned, her eyes were full of entanglement. She hoped that this mother would never become a stumbling block for her to ascend to the phoenix position again, but she stopped him when Shen was about to drink the bowl of soup again: "My daughter remembered that she forgot to put salt in the soup, and her mother waited for it, and her daughter went to survive again." She hurriedly grabbed the soup bowl from Shen's hand and left the room as if she ran away.

Mrs. Shen didn't understand what was going on, but just looked at the background of Chen Yu leaving and murmured: "My good daughter, all the good things in this world should be yours. All the money from her mother is left for you."

That night, Ban came back.

He put something in front of Feng Yuheng, and Feng Yuheng picked it up and saw it, it was an old hairpin.

"The nanny has a fifteen-year-old granddaughter, who is the ninth concubine of the third master of the Shen family. Her subordinate took her a hairpin, which was old-fashioned, like something from the past."

Feng Yuheng nodded, it was indeed the case.

She felt that Madam Sun's betrayal must have some reasons, otherwise how could the madam who followed Yao's dowry from the Yao family and could turn to someone else in three years?

However, this Madam Sun hid her little granddaughter so deeply that she raised her until she was fifteen years old, but Yao didn't even know it.

She handed the hairpin back to the squad and told him: "Send this hairpin to Madam Sun tonight."

"As for the order." Ban Zuo nodded and wanted to say something, but suddenly his expression moved, and then he said, "The palace is down." After saying that, his body disappeared in a flash.

Feng Yuheng was stunned on the spot, Wangchuan smiled and pushed her: "Class is coming down, Miss, go out and have a look."

She then realized that she quickly got up and ran out for two steps, but stopped again, turned around and asked Wangchuan: "Is this dress okay?"

As soon as she said this, she despised herself. When did the man with a purple lotus on her eyebrows actually touch her heart like this?

Perhaps there is no answer to this question, but in fact she knew in her heart that the night she first came to this world, the moment she waved her hand to say goodbye to him, her heart began to nostalgia.

"It looks good to wear anything." A voice came from the back window, and the girl who had not turned around and smiled with her lips before she turned around.

Following the sound, she looked back and looked. Through the open window, under a big tree not far away, there was a man in a purple robe sitting in a wheelchair, still covering his face with the golden mask, but she could see the purple lotus through the small hole.

"Hengheng, come here."

The sound was like magic, bewitching Feng Yuheng to run to the window, jumped over the window lightly, and ran towards him with his skirt.

"Why are you here?" Her eyes were bright and her agile spirit flashed. In Xuan Tianming's eyes, it was like a star in the sky, blinking and making people feel heart-pounding.

"I'll take a look at you." He grabbed her hand, took the person in front of him and sat on the handle of the wheelchair. Then he slapped his hand, and the wheelchair flew up directly, rushed out in the direction of the top of the mountain.

Feng Yuheng could only hear the whistling wind in his ears, and he felt like he was sitting on a flying carpet and experiencing a wonderful journey.

She hugged Xuan Tianming's neck with one hand, and stretched out the other hand, excitedly teasing the branches along the way, like a child.

Xuan Tianming had never seen her like this before. He was surprised, but also felt that she looked like a twelve-year-old child.

On such a night, in the air that was rising into the air with light skills, their eyes facing each other, and they looked at the tenderness.

Finally reached the top of the mountain, the wheelchair landed steadily. He was lucky enough to stop his work and sweated slightly 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 him, and he said, "The first time I saw a girl wiping sweat on someone with her cuffs."

"Uh... it should be a veil, right?" She touched her body, "I didn't bring a veil." Instead, she stopped continuing the topic, and sighed sincerely: "It's so cool! Xuan Tianming, this is what you call light skills, right?"

He enjoyed the feeling when she called him Xuan Tianming. This name that belonged to him but was extremely unfamiliar. After she called it, she finally found a sense of belonging again.

In this world, she is the only one who calls him like this, Xuan Tianming, mercy, very good.

Feng Yuheng jumped down from the wheelchair, happily turned around the top of the mountain for a few times, and then stood still to look at Xuan Tianming, feeling that the haze accumulated over the past few days had been swept away. Only his ink hair that rose with the wind and the purple lotus that appeared faintly under the night moonlight.

She thought that it would be a loss to a girl fall in love with a boy first, right? I still remember her partner in her previous life told her that in love, whoever is moved first will lose.

But now she lost convincingly.

"Do you want to learn?" Xuan Tianming was helpless by her staring at him, "I mean light skills. If you want to learn, I can teach you."

Feng Yuheng shook his head, "It's too difficult not to learn. Look at me being so busy every day, the people and things in Feng Mansion alone are enough for me to do. I also have to read medical books, study medicinal materials, and take care of the business of shops outside. How can I still have time to learn light skills?"

She was a little depressed, but she came in her arms in a flash, ran forward and pulled Xuan Tianming's sleeve to offer treasure, saying, "But I also know some skills."

Xuan Tianming nodded, "When I was in the mountains, I saw the stone you shot, and I knew that you were not without any ability."

She smiled and poked his golden mask with her fingers: "It's not just a little skill! Although I'm a little weak now, these are temporary. I will eat more good food in the future and take some time to train every day, and I will recover soon. Although I can't recover to the peak state so quickly, I won't drag Huang Quan and the others down when I encounter a fight."

Xuan Tianming didn't understand her words very well. What does it mean to return to the peak state? What she meant is that she had good skills before, but now she has regressed?

However, he nodded seriously and told her: "Since you have a foundation, don't waste it. Even if someone can protect you at all times, there will be a chance. I am always worried that something will happen to you. Today, I heard from the class that I met someone from the King of Hell again last night and didn't worry about you, so I rushed over."

She asked the class to go out to do business. Since the Shen family is in Beijing, the class will naturally have to go back to Beijing.

Feng Yuheng was not angry at all, and told Xuan Tianming about his situation. Instead, he was very happy because he said he was worried that she rushed over.

"Do you want to try?" She took two steps back mischievously, keeping a certain distance from him.

"What are you trying?" Xuan Tianming was slightly stunned, and then realized. It turned out that this girl wanted to compete with him? But no matter how she looked, it seemed that he was bullying a child.

But he couldn't bear to discourage her, so he nodded, "Okay." He just thought it was to accompany her to exercise her muscles.

Feng Yuheng happily pulled the frame open, slid the soles of his feet, and then walked around behind him.

Xuan Tianming didn't react slowly, so he slapped the wheelchair and rushed out slanted.

Then Feng Yuheng shouted: "You don't have the energy to do the light skills!" The man rushed over and called.

Xuan Tianming learned ancient martial arts, and his moves and routines were something that Feng Yuheng had never been exposed to.

Feng Yuheng used practical combat skills and grappling techniques learned in the 21st century Marine Force, which focused on uniforms or killing targets in a short period of time. The complete routine was a set of military fists, but she changed slightly and applied more flexibly.

Xuan Tianming became more and more surprised as he fought. Although Feng Yuheng was indeed as she said, his small body was really not strong enough, and he was so weak that he almost didn't dare to directly touch her little arm, for fear of hurting her, the moves she used were something he had never seen.

Feng Yuheng's moves look like gorgeous, let alone beautiful. Most girls who practice martial arts will choose light skills or swordsmanship, but Feng Yuheng's moves are completely close-fitting. Each move is extremely fierce, tricky and practical.

Xuan Tianming believed that if Feng Yuheng's physical condition improved and he used this skill again, even a master of martial arts could tie him. What's more, he always felt that although this girl's skill does not seem to be assisted by internal skills and mental methods, in fact, there must be a set of internal energy training that matches it, but she has not yet practiced it.

The two of them fought for more than a hundred rounds before they both closed their momentum. Feng Yuheng was a little tired, leaning on his knees with his hands and panting, waved at Xuan Tianming while panting: "No, no, no, this broken body will be tired after a while. Please let me rest, and there are still many moves that are useless." As he said that, he sat on the ground and rested on his own.

He turned the wheelchair to her, pulled off the cloak behind him and covered her, "The mountains were cold at night, you just sweated, be careful to freeze." After thinking for a while, he said, "You probably haven't practiced the internal skills of this move yet, right?"

Feng Yuheng nodded. Whether it is ancient or modern people, as long as they practice martial arts, they know that relying solely on external tricks is useless, and the important thing is internal cooperation.

This was called the inner qigong method by the ancients, but in modern times, everyone knows it: Qigong.

"My set of moves are a comprehensive move of fighting and grappling, and there is also a set of military fists." She could see Xuan Tianming's curiosity, so she took the initiative to explain to him, "It's all close-fitting fighting skills, and there is no way to see, but every move is very practical. With the internal power of these moves, I call it hard qigong."

"Hard Qigong?" He thought about it for a while, and analyzed it with his own understanding: "I think you have a strong force when fighting. If you practice hard Qigong, if you practice it, most people will be afraid that your arms will break if they take another move?"

Feng Yuheng nodded, "It depends on how much I practice. But even if I practice it, I will still be much worse than fighting with you." She had to admit that the profoundness of ancient martial arts, "You all have light skills and weapons. I will suffer a lot when combined. I have already seen the difference from these two fights."
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