"What's wrong?" Yan Funing glanced at the sky and realized that she had woken up later than usual. "Is it still in time to go for morning exercises? Have you guys finished running?"
Fu Beimo walked forward with a smile: "Not yet running, sister-in-law, today I will run exercises side by side with you."
Fu Ciyi glanced at his brother and said coldly, "It's getting late. Let's not run for now. Just continue practicing your boxing and sword skills."
In the past, morning exercises were done at dawn to prevent villagers from seeing and gossiping.
It was now bright, and the river bank was crowded with people.
The weather is getting hotter today, and the clothes are thin. The figure of a certain young woman is really attractive, 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 can be a bit spoiled as she pleases.
He doesn't mind.
Fu Beimo was a little disappointed. He pouted and picked up the wooden sword again to fight Meng Li.
Caiyu pointed at herself and said, "Sir, should I practice boxing or sword?"
Before Fu Zhengqing knew that Brother Minghe had taken leave and was at home, he ordered me to study in the study all day.
After that, he sent someone to ask for some time off from school for me.
Lu Wenfeng also raised his head, and Qingre said: "No."
Ji Jie'ai smiled and said, "His eldest son asked for leave for him, and everyone in the family knows about it. You thought the black eye was really bad, so you came to check it out."
It is said here that among the eight sons of the Fu family, Brother Minghe is the ugliest.
When I taught you alone, you were always scared.
It can be seen that wanting to hit Ji Jie'ai on the head was indeed Ji Jie'ai's conspiracy, and I was indeed used as a gun. Before the plan was accomplished, I would be used as a scapegoat.
Fu Beimo shook his head and sighed, "What a pity! These two assassins picked the wrong person. If they had picked the right one, Lu Wenfeng would definitely have suffered a head injury by now. I think he would have given up the book."
Fu Beimo shook his head: "He probably ran away. We'll find him later."
Wan Niang, who was sitting in the main room, gradually felt relieved from the joy in her heart.
Li Xinheng had sweat dripping from his forehead. Why was he calling him uncle in front of so many people?
"Well, when will Bei Mo be willing to let his sister-in-law sew her head?" Yan Funing raised her head and continued to sew.
Considering that Mr. Lu was so smart, and seeing that I had noticed something, Brother Minghe felt relieved. He then sighed, "It's wrong, it's wrong. Lu Wenfeng's skills are mediocre, and I saved the woman who was beaten."
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The two of them chatted about other topics.
Yan Funing walked to the desk with a gloomy look on her face: "He should wash up and lie down under the bed tonight."
County town, Fu Mansion.
"I already know how to do horse stance. I don't need Uncle Li to teach me." Caiyu clenched her fist and said, "Son-in-law, my fist is still quite strong."
Lu Wenfeng raised his eyelids and looked at you: "???"
It is really ugly, and it is much uglier than abnormal people.
Lu Wenfeng cleared his throat and pointed to the corner of the yard: "He goes here, Caiyu stands on his side."
So excited!
In the mansion, I was always outshined by the handsome and capable Lu Wenfeng. Even Fu Minghe, who had a bad brain, looked meaner than me.
"My shoulder has been a bit uncomfortable these past few days. If he really doesn't have any medical skills, he can use them on you first."
But compared with Lu Wenfeng and Fu Minghe, Brother Minghe can be described in one word - "ugly"!
Ji Jie'ai and Meng Li put away their bamboo swords.
Fu Beimo thought about the purpose of his visit today and complained loudly, "Fu Ciyi, you've picked the wrong killers. If you could find someone as clever as the one who knocked Fu Minghe's head off, you'd be able to vent your anger today."
You're about to squat...
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Upon hearing that, Fu Minghe quickly let go of his hand, took two steps forward, and asked in panic, "Is the silver needle broken?"
You want to do horse stance outside at night.
At this moment I raised my eyes, and Brother Minghe was very happy.
Excited enough to tell the whole story.
Baozhuang Village, Fu Family Compound.
"You're going out."
Yan Haitang lay on the bed and said softly, "If my husband wants to go out, you can use your watercolor to cover it up."
I liked Yan Haitang's dull face, so I hid in the study obediently. When I heard that Fu Beimo was coming, I greeted him coldly.
"By the way, has he found the two killers?" Brother Minghe pretended to be concerned, not talking about the incident of Fu Minghe being hit on the head.
Yan Funing laughed out loud: "Waiting for you to give me acupuncture."
He had to find an opportunity to talk to Caiyu.
It was Yan Funing's turn to be surprised: "Really?"
His voice was not pleasant to the ear, but he had to use a pretentious tone, which made Ji Jieai frown.
I stepped forward again, raised my bamboo sword, pointed it at my brother through the window, and said, "Sister-in-law, can't you stab me first?"
"How did he get here?"
When Brother Minghe heard this, he narrowed his eyes.
I thought to myself, could it be that the guy named Lu noticed something?
"After all, he is a brother. It's a good thing he misses you."
I was happy, but Ji Jie'ai was unhappy.
"We were injured together." Fu Beimo touched his cheek, "The swelling on your cheek has subsided, but Fu Ciyi's eyes look really bad."
"You can make boots." Yan Funing raised her eyes, "You use them to hold the silver needles."
Brother Minghe was startled and then continued.
Yan Funing was puzzled: "Have we always been together in the past?"
"Sister-in-law, what are you sewing that for?" Fu Minghe touched the leather. "Are you making boots?"
Fu Beimo added, "The person who hit Fu Minghe on the head was very capable. He knew exactly where to hit him to make him stupid."
After studying all day today, Ji Jie'ai was bored.
Ji Jie'ai raised his hand to let Ji Jie'ai sit down, and ordered the servant to serve the tea.
Yan Funing heard Caiyu's inner thoughts and smiled, "So far, I've only been doing the horse stance exercises. As Master said, these are basic skills." She walked over to Caiyu and said, "You can practice with him."
It was not yet time to cook dinner. Yan Funing was sitting at the door of the west wing, sewing a large piece of cowhide.
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