"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?"
Fu Beimo stepped forward with a smile: "I haven't run yet. Well, sister-in-law, I will run with you today."
Fu Ciyi glanced at his brother and said coldly: "It's late, so I won't run 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 the villagers from seeing and gossiping.
It is bright now and there are 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 is just squeamish.
He doesn’t mind 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 fist, "Uncle, my fist still has 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 what Caiyu was thinking and said with a smile: "So far I have only been able to run and do Zhama steps. In the words of Master, this is the basic skill." She walked to Caiyu's side and said, "I I'll pierce you together."
She was about to squat down...
Fu Ciyi grabbed her by the collar and said, "You'll pierce her 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 some.
The joy in Wan Niang's heart who was sitting in the hall gradually subsided.
Yes, no need to ask.
My eldest son still didn’t wake up last night.
But she finally figured it out. This guy was afraid that others would see Funing's stuttering, so she finally became interested in him.
This is what makes her happy.
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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 was lying on the bed, speaking softly: "If your husband wants to go out, you can use my gouache to cover it up."
The voice is not pleasant, but he also has to adjust his accent. Fu Minghe frowned.
"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 went to Fu's house in the evening when school was over.
When Fu Zhengqing found out about Fu Minghe's leave of absence, 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.
“Why did you come here?”
Lu Wenfeng smiled: “Your servant helped you to take leave, and everyone knows it. I think it’s probably because of the black spots in your eyes. Come and take a look."
"You are a brother 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.”
< br>Fu Minghe cares most about his appearance.
In the mansion, he has always been compared with the handsome Fu Ciyi. Even Fu Beimo, who has a bad brain, is better-looking 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 injured his head and couldn't read the book anymore."
< br>Remembering 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. He was the one who saved the one who was 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 have 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, that day I can vent my anger."
Fu Minghe was stunned and did not answer.
Lu Wenfeng said again: "The person who knocked 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 finger was avenged.”
“By the way, have you found those two killers?” Fu Minghe pretended to be concerned, but did not talk about Fu Beimo’s head.
Lu Wenfeng shook his head: "I guess he ran away and can't be found."
——
Baozhuang Village, Fu Family Courtyard.
It was not yet time to cook 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, why are you sewing this?" Fu Beimo touched the calfskin, "Are you going to make boots?"
"I don't know how to make boots." Yan Funing raised her eyes, "I'm using this to hold silver needles. "
After hearing this, Fu Beimo hurriedly let go, took two steps back, and said in a panic: "Is the silver needle ready?"
"Well, Beimo. When will you let your sister-in-law stab her head?" Yan Funing lowered her head and continued sewing.
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 surprised: "Is it really possible?"
"I have been feeling 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 walked away happily. Go to the desk: "Then you wash yourself 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 say everything. (End of this chapter)