If it weren't for Ali and Bei Mo, Yan Funing wouldn't dare to think too much about what happened today.
Thinking about what if Fu Minghe comes again...
How can she protect herself?
I kept thinking about this question late into the night.
Seeing Fu Ciyi put down his pen, she asked him softly, "Can you teach me kung fu? If you don't have time, teach me some wolf-defense techniques."
Fu Ciyi frowned slightly: "Anti-wolf technique?"
Yan Funing lowered her eyes: "Fu Minghe is a pervert, and it's people like him that we should be wary of."
Fu Ciyi understood and thought, "I can teach you kung fu."
Not only that, he also had to teach Bei Mo and help him improve his Kung Fu. At the same time, he also had to teach Ali. With them protecting the family, he could go to the village school without worry.
If coachman Li also wants to learn, he will be taught too.
As for the girl in front of me, she needs to learn more.
"Learning Kung Fu is not something that can be done overnight. Fu Minghe has come here twice in just a few days. I will teach you a move that can be used at the most critical moment."
He stood up.
Yan Funing stood up and asked, "What's that move?"
Fu Ciyi asked calmly, "Do you know where a man's most vulnerable spot is?"
Yan Funing murmured and repeated his words: "The most vulnerable part?"
She thought about it, combining it with modern medical theories, could it be the place she thought?
Then he looked at Fu Ciyi.
Fu Ciyi felt a chill in his tailbone from being stared at by her. He quickly turned around and coughed strategically: "If you encounter any unexpected events in the future, you can squeeze it hard, and it's best to break it."
Having said that, to be fair, he didn't want her to encounter such a situation.
What was even more incomprehensible to him was that deep down he didn't want her to catch another man. Even if there was no danger, and it was just a pleasure between her and her real husband, he didn't like it.
Putting aside his weird thoughts, he turned back and asked her, "Do you understand what I mean?"
Unbelievably, Yan Funing asked, "Don't all Kung Fu skills need to be practiced? How do I practice this move?"
As soon as she said that, she blushed.
You can't blame her for asking this question. Her hand strength is really too weak, and it will be useless if she doesn't practice.
Fu Ciyi gritted his teeth. What kind of woman is this? She still wants to practice?
Who to practice with?
He is the only man in this room!
"Let's not discuss this move in detail for now. Let's start the horse stance tomorrow morning."
Even if your hands are weak, you can still have unexpected explosive power at the critical moment.
Yan Funing's eyes suddenly lit up: "I see. Buy some walnuts and pick out two of the hardest ones."
It was clearly the most delicate and soft voice, but it said words that inexplicably made people feel cold.
Not only that, she actually knew the number?
Fu Ciyi had just picked up the teacup on the table to drink water, but when he heard this, he spat out the water.
Fortunately, it all sprayed on the ground and didn't get the book wet.
Yan Funing took the teacup from him and said, "Are you okay? Walnuts can nourish your brain and help you prepare for the imperial examination. I'll buy some next time I go to town."
Fu Ciyi: "I'm fine, I just choked on some water."
I don’t know whether it is right or wrong to teach her like this?
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The next day was the 29th, and Fu Ciyi took a day off.
It was still dawn when he patted Yan Funing's shoulder through the quilt and said, "Get up."
Yan Funing was half asleep and couldn't open her eyes: "I haven't slept enough."
The soft murmurs were very gentle.
Fu Ciyi frowned slightly, and uttered two words with his thin lips coldly: "Practice."
Hearing about practicing, Yan Funing woke up immediately and sat up suddenly: "Practice, I will practice."
As she stood up, the collar of her inner garment slid down a little, revealing a piece of fair skin.
Fu Ciyi lowered his eyes, turned his back and walked out of the house: "I'll wait for you outside."
After Yan Funing finished dressing and washing, there were two more people waiting for her in the yard besides Fu Ciyi.
Fu Beimo: "Sister-in-law, let's practice together."
Ali: "Sister-in-law, the teacher said we should warm up by running first. Can you run?"
Yan Funing nodded: "I can run."
Although she couldn't say how fast she could run, she scored full marks in the 800-meter test.
Fu Ciyi looked Yan Funing up and down, wanting to say something but ultimately not saying anything, he just said, "Let's run along the river."
It was still early and most of the villagers had not gotten up yet.
It was foggy and the boundary between the river bank and the river channel was not very clear.
Fu Ciyi asked Yan Funing to run on the inside, while he ran along the river.
Following behind them were Fu Beimo and Ali.
After one circle, except for Fu Ciyi whose breathing was very steady, the other three were all gasping for air.
Especially Yan Funing, her little face was coated with a layer of powder.
His chest was heaving violently due to his rapid breathing, and the collar of his shirt, which had originally fitted him well, was actually a little tight.
Fu Ciyi glanced at them, then quickly looked away and said to Fu Beimo and Ali, "Horse stance."
Yan Funing pointed at herself: "What about me?"
I was still teaching her how to do horse stance last night.
Fu Ciyi put his fist to his lips and coughed softly: "Your clothes are not suitable for horse stance."
Yan Funing looked down at herself and realized that wearing a skirt was indeed not suitable for doing horse stance, in fact, it was not even suitable for running.
She had to ask Fu Nanyao to help her tailor a set of training clothes. The clothes were not a big deal, the key was the pants.
Thinking of this, she went back to her room, picked up a brush and drew a pattern of training pants on rice paper, with wide legs and taped hems.
After drawing the patterns, she went to the kitchen to cook breakfast.
Under Fu Ciyi's instruction, Fu Beimo and Ali stood in horse stance for a quarter of an hour.
After breakfast was ready, Wanniang and Fu Nanyao got up.
Yan Funing hurriedly handed the pants pattern to Fu Nanyao: "Please help me cut it. I want to wear it for practice tomorrow."
Fu Nanyao yawned: "What kind of exercises are you practicing?"
Yan Funing: "Kung Fu, your brother said that it's not suitable for me to wear a skirt."
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