"What's wrong?" Yan Funing glanced at the sky and realized that she had gotten up a little later than usual, "Isn't it too late to go for a run? Have you run before?"
Fu Beimo stepped forward with a smile: "I haven't run yet, sister-in-law, today I will run side by side with you."
Fu Ciyi glanced at his younger brother and said coldly: "It's late, so I won't run away for the time being. You just continue to practice boxing and swordsmanship."
In the past, running exercises were held when the sky was dark, just to prevent villagers from seeing and gossiping.
It was bright now and there were many people by the river.
But today the weather is getting hotter, the clothes are thin, and the figure of a certain little girl is really alluring, so it is not convenient to go for exercise at this time.
Besides, it doesn't matter if she doesn't do morning exercises, she's just squeamish.
He doesn't dislike it.
Fu Beimo was a little disappointed, pursed his lips and picked up the bamboo sword again to fight with Meng Li.
Caiyu pointed at herself: "Uncle, should I practice boxing or sword training?"
Fu Ciyi said to Li Xinheng, "Teach her how to stand well."
Li Xinheng said yes.
"I've already learned the horse stance, and I don't need Uncle Li to teach me." Caiyu squeezed her fists, "Uncle, my fists still have some strength."
I've been stuck for a long time, why am I still stuck?
Li Xinheng was sweating on his forehead, why did he call him uncle in front of so many people? This Caiyu, he had to find an opportunity to chat with her.
Yan Funing heard Caiyu's inner thoughts and said with a smile: "So far I have only done running and zhama steps. In the words of Master, this is the basic skill." She walked to Caiyu's side and said, "I will zhao with you."
She was about to squat down...
Fu Ciyi grabbed him by the collar and said, "You can do it again at night."
what? Yan Funing was confused: "Weren't we always together in the past?"
She didn't want to walk around at night.
When he taught her alone, she felt frightened.
Fu Ciyi cleared his throat and pointed to the corner of the yard: "Go there, Caiyu will stand outside of you."
Let Caiyu block the figure of a certain little woman.
The joy in Wan Niang's heart who was sitting in the hall gradually subsided.
Yes, don't ask.
My eldest son still didn't wake up last night.
But she finally heard it. This guy was afraid that others would see Funing's stuttering, so she finally got interested in him.
This is what makes her happy. - County seat, Fu Mansion.
Fu Minghe's eyes were really dark and blue. When he got up today and looked at himself in the mirror, he didn't feel any relief at all.
Yan Haitang lay on the bed and said softly: "If your husband wants to go out, you can use my gouache to cover it up."
His voice was not pleasant, and he had to play with his accent, which made Fu Minghe frown.
"I'm not going out."
After that, he sent someone to help him go to the academy to ask for a few days' leave.
Lu Wenfeng, who was in the academy, heard that Fu Minghe had taken half a month's leave. Thinking that he would never see him in the academy, he paid a visit to Fu's house in the evening when school was over.
When Fu Zhengqing found out that Fu Minghe was on leave, he ordered him to study in the study all day.
After studying for a whole day, Fu Minghe was tired of it.
A few days ago, many classmates came to see him, but today not a single person was seen.
He didn't like facing Yan Haitang's indifferent face, so he hid in the study obediently. When he heard that Lu Wenfeng was coming, he greeted her warmly.
"How did you come here?"
Lu Wenfeng smiled and said, "Your servant asked for leave for you, and everyone knows it. I thought it was probably because your eyes were bruised, so I came to take a look."
"We are brothers after all. Thank you for remembering me." Fu Minghe raised his hand to ask Lu Wenfeng to sit down and ordered his servants to serve him some tea.
"We were injured together." Lu Wenfeng touched his cheek, "The swelling on my cheek has dissipated. Brother Minghe doesn't look good."
Fu Minghe cares most about his appearance.
In the mansion, he was always compared with the handsome Fu Ciyi, and even Fu Beimo, who had a bad brain, was prettier than him.
It can be said that among the three young masters of the Fu family, Fu Minghe is the ugliest.
It's not that he is really ugly, he is still much better looking than ordinary people.
But compared with Fu Ciyi and Fu Beimo, Fu Minghe is just one word - "ugly"! Now that he raised his eyes, Fu Minghe was very unhappy.
When he was unhappy, Lu Wenfeng was happy.
"Brother Minghe, do you think that if you could have really knocked Fu Ciyi on the head, would Fu Ciyi be as stupid as Fu Beimo?"
When Fu Minghe heard this, he couldn't help but narrowed his eyes.
I thought to myself, could it be that the man named Lu noticed something? Lu Wenfeng shook his head and sighed: "It's a pity that the two killers found the wrong person. If they had found the right person, Fu Ciyi might have suffered a head injury and couldn't read anymore."
Thinking that the man surnamed Lu was not that smart, and seeing that he didn't notice any clues at this moment, Fu Minghe felt relieved and sighed: "If you are wrong, you are wrong. Fu Ciyi is very skilled and he saved the beaten man. "
Lu Wenfeng was shocked. He had even investigated the matter clearly.
It can be seen that it was indeed Fu Minghe's conspiracy to knock Fu Ciyi on the head, and he was indeed used as a gunman. After the incident was completed, he would also be used as a scapegoat.
Fu Minghe, Fu Minghe, you have such a poisonous heart! The two of them chatted about other topics.
Lu Wenfeng thought of the purpose of coming today and complained in a low voice: "Brother Minghe, I found the wrong person for those two killers. If I can find someone as clever as the one who knocked Fu Beimo on the head, then I can vent my anger. "
Fu Minghe was startled and didn't answer.
Lu Wenfeng added: "The person who knocks on Fu Beimo's head is so powerful. He knows where to knock to make people stupid."
He raised his hands and gestured with two fingers on each hand: "In this way, my revenge for Fu Ciyi's broken fingers can be avenged."
"By the way, have you found those two killers?" Fu Minghe pretended to be concerned, but did not talk about Fu Beimo being knocked on the head.
Lu Wenfeng shook his head: "I guess he ran away and can't be found." - Baozhuang Village, Fu Family Courtyard.
Before it was time to make dinner, Yan Funing was sitting at the door of the west wing, sewing with calfskin.
Sewing leather is more efficient than sewing clothes. People are shocked to see the flying needles and threads.
Fu Beimo and Meng Li put away their bamboo swords.
The two young men walked up to Yan Funing curiously to see how attentively she was sewing.
"Sister-in-law, what are you sewing this for?" Fu Beimo touched the calfskin, "Are you making boots?"
"I don't know how to make boots." Yan Funing raised her eyes, "I use these to hold silver needles."
Upon hearing this, Fu Beimo hurriedly let go of his hand, took two steps back, and said in a panic: "Has the silver needle been made?"
"Well, when will Bei Mo be willing to let my sister-in-law pierce her head?" Yan Funing lowered her head and continued to sew.
Fu Beimo touched his head with one hand. Although he had promised his sister-in-law before, he was so scared when he heard that the silver needle was ready!
He stepped back again, raised his bamboo sword and pointed it at his brother through the window: "Sister-in-law, can you stab my brother first?"
Fu Ciyi didn't even raise his head, and said coldly: "Okay."
It was Yan Funing's turn to be shocked: "Is it really possible?"
"I've been having some discomfort in my shoulder and back these past few days. If you really have some medical skills, you can use it on me first."
Yan Funing happily walked to the desk and said, "You can wash yourself off and lie on the bed that night."
Fu Ciyi raised his eyelids and looked at her: "???"
Yan Funing laughed: "Wait for me to perform the acupuncture."
So excited!
I was too excited to tell the whole story. (End of chapter)