Chapter 747 Fighting with fists and kicks
Yan Funing smiled briefly: "So those maids at the door were frightened by you like this?"
The young man was impatient: "Do you want to draw or not?"
Yan Funing looked around: "There are no tables and chairs, how can I draw?"
The boy pointed at the pens, inks, papers and inkstones piled on the ground: "Lie on the ground and draw. Young Master, I just lay on the ground and drew. .”
"That can't be done. I'm here to attend the autumn banquet today. I'm wearing nice clothes, but I don't want to get them dirty."
"The ground is clean."
"No matter how clean it is, I won't lie down." "
"Why are you so troublesome?" The young man took a few steps and pointed to the stone table in the courtyard. "Can it be painted?"
"The top of the stone table has small holes. It’s not flat enough. My paintings need to be smooth and have a graduated ruler.”
"It's so annoying!"
The young man muttered, put down the crossbow in his hand, and went to the next room to move a bookcase without calling anyone.
Then another chair was pulled up.
"Everything is ready." He raised his chin and crossed his arms, "You draw quickly, you need a ruler with graduations, there is no ruler."
Yan Funing sighed, bent down from the ground He picked up the pen, ink, paper and inkstone and placed them on the desk one by one before sitting down and picking up his pen.
Although she didn't have a ruler, luckily she had a steady hand.
With just a few strokes, the boy's eyes changed.
The tip of the pen written by the girl seems to be spiritual, and the various details of the crossbow appear delicately on the paper.
She marked with arrows where to install Wangshan and Xandao.
Not only that, there are also arrow configurations.
"If I find you a ruler with graduations, will you be able to draw better?"
Yan Funing still lowers her head to paint: "It doesn't mean that you can draw better, but that you can draw better in terms of data and details. Control more accurately. After all, the more precision you have, the more lethality you will have."
The young man said anxiously: "Stop drawing now. I want a ruler. I want a powerful crossbow. ”
“I only agreed to draw one painting. ”
Yan Funing kept writing, and then she stopped writing.
The young man happily picked up the drawing and looked at it, but regretted it for a moment.
If he finds a ruler, the crossbow painting at this moment will be more exquisite.
“How can you draw another one for me?” he asked.
Yan Funing stood up: "I won't draw today. I have to look through some medical books in your library."
"Medical books? There are medical books."
The young man raised his hand to lead the way.
The guards and maids at the door were shocked when they saw this.
When did their little ancestor from the palace become so polite?
Yan Funing followed the young man to a room filled with bookshelves.
The boy pointed to two rows of bookshelves: "Here are medical books."
Yan Funing took out a few books and read them.
Yan Yu heard that Yan Funing was in the library and thought that her youngest son was here today, so she rushed over in a hurry.
Under the maid's direction, she looked directly outside the bookstore.
Just as he was about to shout, he saw his younger son, who was not a decent person in the past, helping Yan Funing to get the books from a high place.
I was stunned for a moment, but finally shouted: "Long Xu, come out!"
Long Xu glanced at his mother and shouted: "I won't help you entertain the guests, I'm busy."
Yan Funing put down the book in her hand and saluted Yan Yufu: "Aunt."
Yan Yu entered with a smile and helped Yan Funing up personally: "Be good."
Long Xu was surprised and asked Yan Funing: "Are you a daughter of the Yan family?"
"How do you speak?" Yan Yu Scolded, "She is your cousin."
Immediately, Wen Wen and Yan Funing introduced: "This little bastard was born at the end of November, and you were born in December. Your mother gave birth to you while I was still in confinement, otherwise I would have to accompany her to give birth."
If she accompanies Hong Qingyi to give birth, Yu will have no chance to do anything. Fortunately, my niece was finally found.
"Do you know each other?" she asked again.
Yan Funing nodded: "If you can make the guards and maids dare not say a word in the library, then I can guess the identity of my little cousin."
Long Xu sneered: "Why didn't you tell me earlier?"
"It's really strange. You didn't want to talk to anyone in the past, but now you know about your cousin?" Yan Yu couldn't help but ask.
You must know that at Funing’s recognition banquet, this bastard didn’t even attend.
I keep saying that no matter which cousin I have, I am very boring.
"Concubine, she can draw crossbow pictures." Long Xu said frankly.
Yan Yu held his forehead, but the younger son still had his original character.
At this moment, a boy came over and said, "Princess, what's wrong, there's a fight on the school field."
"We're already competing, what's the fuss about?" Long Xu shouted, "Don't make any noise in the Library Pavilion!"
The young man bowed his head and said softly: "It is true that we are competing in martial arts. The young master who came with Yan Sangong has beaten people to blood. At this moment, The scene is in chaos."
"Beimo?" Yan Funing said hurriedly, "Aunt, let me go take a look."
"Okay, your uncle is over there at the school grounds. Just tell him what you want." After a slight pause, Yan Yu told his youngest son, "Long Xu, accompany Funing there."
I thought that my youngest son would not agree, but he happily agreed: "I'll go."
Yan Yu said happily: "That's good, I still have a few princesses and ladies from aristocratic families to accompany me. I really can’t leave.”
Yan Funing followed Long Xu to the school grounds.
The school grounds are far away from the Library Pavilion, and it took more than a quarter of an hour of quick walking to get there.
When they arrived, they saw a high platform on the field. There was still fighting on the platform, and the situation was quite chaotic.
Some people in the audience covered their faces and kept shouting: "Hit them all, my prince, beat him hard!"
There were also many men booing.
Yan Funing's eyes moved to the stage again, and she saw seven or eight men dressed as guards, surrounding Yan Bojian and Fu Beimo, fighting each other with fists and kicks.
In this situation, no matter how loud she shouted, no one would answer her.
I have to ask my uncle to help!
Then he asked the young man next to him: "Long Xu, where is my uncle?"
Long Xu hummed: "Nothing big or small."
Just now he was with his mother and concubine. In front of him, she called him little cousin, but now he called him by his first name.
After all, I looked around and saw that there was no sign of my father among the horse racing people and the people watching the excitement in the stands.
"My father is not here."
After saying that, he ordered the boy to look for him.
Yan Funing was helpless and walked to the stands with her skirt slightly raised.
Long Xu hurriedly grabbed her: "You are crazy, what should you do if you get beaten?"
Yan Funing couldn't care less and shouted loudly: "Stop beating, don't even beat me!"
Her voice was already beautiful, but when she shouted it at a higher pitch, it was very pleasant to the ears.
In addition, no noble lady from aristocratic families came to the school grounds. When she shouted, everyone in the audience turned their eyes to her.
The fighting on the stage did not stop at all.
Someone asked: "Whose daughter? She is quite good-looking."
Someone said: "The daughter recognized by the Yan family appeared at the palace banquet before."
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Suddenly, a young man with bleeding lips sneered: "Oh, she is the woman who taught Prince Chi and Fu Zhuangyuan to fight."
He looked at Yan Funing's eyes at Yan Bojian on the teaching platform. Very uncomfortable with Fu Beimo.
The two of them spread out their hands and feet, hitting twice as hard as before.
Long Xu said loudly: "Whoever strikes again, get out of Prince Cheng's Mansion!"
"Hey, a carpenter who only knows how to cut wood knows how to protect people?" The young man wiped He wiped the blood from the corners of his lips and said to the guard on the stage, "Keep fighting!"