"Mother!" Just as the Shen Clan's spoon was about to touch her lips, she was suddenly stopped by Chen Yu.
The Shen Clan was given a fright. When they raised their heads, they just happened to see Chen Yu's worried expression. They could not help but console her, saying: "Good daughter, do not worry. Your uncles will not let Feng Yu Heng off. She definitely will not live past the age of 15 before she gets married!"
Feng Chen Yu's heart was in turmoil, and her eyes were filled with confusion. She truly hoped that this mother would not become an obstacle to her ascension to the position of the empress; however, when the Shen Clan once again went to drink the soup, she stopped them: "Daughter just remembered that I forgot to put salt in the soup. Mother, drink it later. Daughter will go boil it again." She quickly snatched the bowl of soup from the Shen Clan's hands and left the room as though she was fleeing.
The Shen Clan still did not understand what had happened. They only watched Chen Yu leave and muttered: "My good daughter, all of the good things in this world should be yours. Mother's money was all left to you. "
That night, Ban Zou returned.
He placed something in front of Feng Yu Heng. Feng Yu Heng picked it up and looked. It was an old hairpin.
"That granny has a 15 year old granddaughter. She is the ninth concubine of the Chen family's third master. This subordinate took one of her hairpins. The style is old and looks like something from the past. "
Feng Yu Heng nodded. Sure enough, it was like this.
She felt that granny Sun's betrayal definitely had some sort of reason. Otherwise, how could a granny who had accompanied Yao shi from the Yao family change her allegiance after just three years.
It was just that granny Sun had hidden her granddaughter very well. She had raised her to 15 years old, yet Yao shi did not even know.
She handed the hairpin back to Ban Zou and ordered him: "Deliver this hairpin to granny Sun tonight."
"Understood." Ban Zou nodded. He wanted to say something, but his expression suddenly changed, as he said: "His Highness has arrived." After saying this, his figure flickered and disappeared without a trace.
Feng Yu Heng stood there in a daze. Wang Chuan smiled and pushed her: "Ban Zou said that his highness came. Young miss, quickly go out and take a look."
Only then did she react. She hurriedly got up and ran two steps outside, but then she stopped and turned around to ask Wang Chuan, "Are my clothes okay?"
As soon as she said this, she despised herself. Since when did that man with a purple lotus between his eyebrows become so attractive to her?
Perhaps this question would never have an answer, but in fact, she knew in her heart that on the night she came to this world, in the instant she waved goodbye to him, her heart had already begun to miss him.
"You look good in anything." A voice came from the back window. The girl who hadn't turned around yet pursed her lips and smiled.
Following the voice, she turned her head to look. Through the open window, she saw a purple-robed man sitting in a wheelchair under a large tree not far away. He was still wearing that golden mask, but she could see the purple lotus through the small hole in the mask.
"Heng Heng, come here."
It was as though this voice had a magical power, as it enticed Feng Yu Heng to rush over to the window. Her body nimbly leaped over the window, as she lifted her skirt and ran toward him.
"Why did you come?" Her eyes were bright and sparkling. In Xuan Tianming's eyes, they were like the stars in the sky, blinking and making people's hearts beat faster.
"I came to see you." He grabbed her hand and brought her in front of him, placing her on the wheelchair. Then with a slap of his hand, the wheelchair flew up and rushed towards the top of the mountain.
Feng Yu Heng could only hear the whistling of the wind in her ears. It was like she was sitting on a flying carpet, experiencing a wonderful journey.
One of her hands was tightly wrapped around Xuan Tianming's neck, while the other hand was stretched out, excitedly teasing the branches along the way, just like a child.
Xuan Tianming had never seen her like this before. On one hand, he was surprised, but on the other hand, he felt like this was more like a twelve year old child.
The two of them used their qinggong to soar into the air in this kind of night. Their eyes met, and they looked at each other tenderly.
When they finally reached the top of the mountain, the wheelchair steadily landed on the ground. He circulated his qi, and his forehead was covered in sweat.
She unconsciously lifted her sleeve to wipe his sweat. Xuan Tianming was stunned for a moment, but he did not dodge. When Feng Yu Heng finished wiping his sweat, he said, "This is the first time I've seen a girl use her sleeve to wipe someone's sweat."
"Uh … … I should use a handkerchief, right?" She felt around her body, "I didn't bring a handkerchief." She didn't continue this topic and sighed from the bottom of her heart, "Too cool! Xuan Tianming, is this your so-called qinggong? "
He really enjoyed the feeling of her calling him Xuan Tianming. Although this name belonged to him, it was extremely unfamiliar. When she called it, he finally found a sense of belonging.
In this world, only she would call him Xuan Tianming. En, very good.
Feng Yu Heng jumped down from the wheelchair and happily walked around the top of the mountain a few times. When she stood still and looked at Xuan Tianming, she felt as if the haze that had accumulated over the past few days had been swept away. In her eyes, there was only his ink-black hair that fluttered in the wind, and the faintly discernible purple lotus under the moonlight.
She thought, a girl falling in love with a boy first should be considered a loss, right? She still remembered her friends from her previous life telling her that in love, the one who was moved first would lose.
But now, she had lost wholeheartedly.
"Do you want to learn?" Xuan Tianming helplessly stared at her. "I'm talking about qinggong. If you want to learn, I can teach you."
Feng Yu Heng shook her head, "I don't want to learn. It's too hard. Just look at how busy I am every day. Just the people and matters in the Feng manor are enough for me to deal with. I still need to read medical books, research medicine, and take care of the shops outside. Where would I find the time to learn qinggong? "
She was a little depressed, but she immediately opened her arms and ran forward to pull on Xuan Tianming's sleeve. She said as if she was presenting a treasure: "But I also know a bit of martial arts."
Xuan Tianming nodded, "When we were in the mountains, I saw you play with rocks. I knew that you weren't completely useless."
She laughed and poked at his golden mask: "It's not just a little bit of skill! Although my body is a little weak right now, this is only temporary. In the future, I will eat some good food and spend some time training. I will quickly recover. Although I won't be able to return to my peak condition so quickly, I won't be too much of a burden to Huang Quan and the others when fighting. "
Xuan Tianming did not really understand what she meant. What did she mean by returning to her peak condition? Did she mean to say that she once had very good skills, but now she had regressed?
However, he still nodded very seriously and told her: "Since you have a foundation, don't waste it. Even if there is someone at your side who can protect you at all times, there is always a chance. I am always worried that something will happen to you. Today, I heard Ban Zou say that you encountered people from Yama's Palace last night. I was worried about you, so I rushed over. "
She had sent Ban Zou out to handle some matters. Since the Chen family was in the capital, Ban Zou naturally had to return to the capital.
Feng Yu Heng was not angry at all that Ban Zou had told Xuan Tianming about her situation. Instead, she was very happy that he had rushed over because he was worried about her.
"Do you want to try?" She mischievously retreated a couple steps and maintained a certain distance from him.
"Try what?" Xuan Tianming was slightly startled then immediately reacted. It turned out that this girl wanted to spar with him? But no matter how he looked at it, it looked like he was bullying a child.
However, he did not have the heart to dampen her spirits, so he nodded, "Okay." He would just treat it as accompanying her to stretch out her muscles.
Feng Yu Heng happily opened up her stance. Her feet slipped, and she circled behind him.
Xuan Tianming's reactions were not slow. He immediately slapped his wheelchair and his body leapt out into the distance.
He heard Feng Yu Heng shout: "You don't need to use qinggong!" She directly pounced over to attack.
Xuan Tianming studied ancient martial arts. His moves and routines were all things that Feng Yu Heng had never come into contact with before.
As for Feng Yu Heng, she used the actual fighting techniques and grappling techniques that she had learned in the army of the twenty-first century. It emphasized the ability to subdue or kill the target in a short amount of time. Her routine was a set of military boxing. However, she had slightly modified it to make it more flexible.
The more Xuan Tianming fought, the more surprised he became. Although Feng Yu Heng was indeed as she said, her small body was really disappointing. Her strength was so small that he did not dare to directly touch her small arms for fear of injuring her. However, the moves she used were something that he had never seen or heard of before.
Feng Yu Heng's moves did not seem to be flashy at all, much less beautiful. Most girls would choose qinggong or swordsmanship to practice martial arts. However, Feng Yu Heng's moves were completely close combat. Every move was incomparably ruthless, crafty, and practical.
Xuan Tianming believed that if Feng Yu Heng's body condition improved, she would be able to fight to a draw with a high level martial arts expert. What's more, he vaguely felt that although this girl's martial arts did not seem to have the support of an internal energy cultivation method, in reality, she definitely had a matching set of internal energy cultivation methods. It was just that she had not learned it yet.
The two of them fought for more than a hundred rounds before they both stopped. Feng Yu Heng was a bit tired. Her hands were on her knees as she gasped for breath. While gasping for breath, she waved her hands at Xuan Tianming: "I can't, I can't, this broken body will get tired after fighting for a while. Let me rest, I still have a lot of moves that I haven't used yet. "As she spoke, she sat on the ground and began to rest.
He turned his wheelchair to her side and pulled off his cloak to cover her body: "The mountain wind is cold at night. You just sweated, be careful not to catch a cold." After thinking for a moment, he said: "You probably haven't practiced this set of internal energy cultivation methods yet, right?"
Feng Yu Heng nodded. Whether it was in ancient times or modern times, as long as one practiced martial arts, they all knew that it was useless to only rely on external moves. The most important thing was the coordination of internal energy.
This point, the ancient people called it internal energy cultivation methods. In modern times, everyone knew it as qigong.
"This set of moves is a combination of fighting and grappling. It also incorporates a set of military boxing." She could see that Xuan Tianming was curious, so she took the initiative to explain it to him: "It's all close combat techniques. There's nothing to see, but each move is very practical. As for the internal energy that goes along with these moves, I call it hard qigong. "
"Hard qigong?" He pondered for a moment and used his own understanding to analyze: "I saw that you used a lot of strength when you fought. This so-called hard qigong, if you mastered it, I'm afraid that an average person's arm would be broken after one move, right?"
Feng Yu Heng nodded: "More or less, it depends on the level of practice. But even if I mastered it, I'm still far from being able to fight with you. " She couldn't help but admit that ancient martial arts were extensive and profound. "You both know qinggong, and you also have long weapons. Combined, I'm at a disadvantage. From these two fights, it's clear."
Xuan Tianming nodded in agreement. He looked at her again with a trace of inquiry in his eyes. He changed the topic and directly asked her: "Who did you learn it from?"
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