Tang Li had no idea of Liu Lan's complicated thoughts. She left Liu Lan's residence and began to think about where to go.
Xu Jue and Zi'ang are in the Imperial College, Ayu is studying outside, and no one knows where Ziyi has gone.
This period of time is Sanbao's rest time, so she goes to see Sanbao.
When Tangli walked to the training ground, he saw two people resting under a tree.
Du Ye leaned against the tree, his eyes closed, his posture relaxed, his face delicate and beautiful. When he closed his eyes and suppressed his murderous intent, he was truly a beauty.
Sanbao was leaning on his arm, covered with a piece of clothing, sleeping soundly.
As Tangli approached, Du Ye, the killer, became alert and immediately opened his eyes, looking at Tangli vigilantly.
Seeing that it was Tangli, his expression softened and he made a "hush" sound towards Tangli.
Tangli approached quietly, sat down beside the two of them, and stared at Sanbao.
Sanbao has gotten a little darker and thinner recently, and still has some baby fat on her face, but she looks a little like a girl.
Her facial features are very delicate, and after losing some weight, they become even more eye-catching. She will definitely be a beauty when she grows up.
Tang Li looked at his daughter, as if he could never see enough of her.
Du Ye closed his eyes again, and neither of them spoke.
It's quite comfortable to be under the shade of the trees and feel the breeze.
After a while, Sanbao's eyelashes trembled and he opened his eyes.
"Mother..." She was still a little dazed, not understanding why her mother was here, but she instinctively pounced on Tangli and rubbed her neck.
Tangli hugged her.
"Okay, continue practicing swordsmanship." Du Ye said.
Sanbao could only crawl out of Tangli's arms and pick up the wooden stick on the ground.
“Wow!”
Sanbao thrust the wooden stick in his hand outwards, then retracted it, turned over, and swung the stick with great power!
Sanbao takes after her father in one respect, that is, she loves to eat and is very strong. Although she is only eight years old, her strength is no different from that of a twelve or thirteen year old boy.
Sanbao knew her mother was watching her, so she practiced swordplay even harder, wishing she could practice everything she had learned in the past month.
The wooden stick in her hand was like a sharp blade or a swimming dragon, full of aggressiveness.
After finishing a set of sword techniques, Sanbao finished his move, holding a wooden stick behind his back, with the stick against his back, looking heroic.
She raised her chin slightly and looked at Tangli, as if asking for praise.
"Little swordsman, your sword skills just now were so smooth and flowing, so amazing." Tang Li gave her a thumbs up.
Sanbao was extremely pleased with himself, his little face full of pride. If he had a tail, it would have been raised to the sky by now.
Her mother praised her for being so awesome!
Tangli took a handkerchief and wiped away the fine beads of sweat on Sanbao's forehead.
Sanbao looked at Du Ye and asked eagerly, "Master, how is it?"
Du Ye said with a cold face: "Not very good."
Sanbao was like a wilted eggplant, with his little head drooping.
Du Ye caught a glimpse of Sanbao's lost look, pursed his lips, and said, "...a little progress."
Sanbao suddenly raised his head and looked at Du Ye with sparkling eyes.
Du Ye coughed lightly: "Just a little bit..."
As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and gestured a tiny distance.
Sanbao was also very happy: "Then I will practice twice more!"
As he said this, he started practicing again with a wooden stick in his hand.
The wooden stick in her hand was like a snake, and she used it very flexibly. Her moves were not fancy, but her attack power was very strong.
Du Ye is a killer, so everything he learns and teaches must be the most practical.
Tangli looked at it and couldn't help but marvel in his heart.
"Mr. Du, it's said that strict teachers produce excellent students." Tang Li joked.
She just saw clearly that Du Ye couldn't hold it back when Sanbao felt wronged.
Du Ye coughed, using the sound to cover up his discomfort: "Appropriate praise will make her more motivated to practice."
"Does your hand still hurt?" Tang Li asked.
During this period, Wei Qing found several doctors to examine Du Ye's hand and prescribed a lot of medicine.
"It doesn't hurt anymore." Du Ye said.
"It's good that it doesn't hurt. When Doctor Su comes back, he will definitely be able to cure your hand."
"Um."
"This set of clothes is for spring wear, keep it." Tang Li took the clothes and handed them to Du Ye.
Du Ye took it: "Thank you."
Du Ye didn't know what was special about this set of clothes. He just felt that being a master to this little girl was a great deal. He would never have to worry about food or clothing, and his life would be really comfortable.
Later, he learned that this dress was specially made by Tang Li at Zhiyun Tower, and only the Marquis, the Marquis's wife, and a few close relatives had it, and he couldn't help feeling warm in his heart.
Du Ye and Tang Li were talking, but his eyes were fixed on San Bao. Suddenly, he frowned and said, "Stop!"
Sanbao immediately put away the stick.
Du Ye walked towards San Bao and said, "Little girl, for that move just now, use your arms, not your wrists."
Sanbao attacks seriously.
"And this trick..."
Du Ye gave instructions one by one, and Sanbao listened carefully.
There were several moves that Sanbao practiced hundreds of times before Du Ye was satisfied.
Tangli watched from the side.
Over and over again, Sanbao was tired and hot, sweating profusely, and his little face was red.
Tangli felt so distressed when he saw this.
So, this child still needs to be taught by someone else. If she teaches him, he will be too soft-hearted.
She didn't take Sanbao back from Du Ye until he completed his training mission in the afternoon.
Tangli took Sanbao back to the yard and let her eat something to fill her stomach. After the sweat on her body dried, he let her take a bath.
After washing, Sanbao smelled himself and found that he no longer smelled smelly, but fragrant. He immediately threw himself into Tangli's arms.
Sanbao nestled in Tangli's arms, completely losing her heroic look just now. She turned into a soft and cute little girl, acting coquettishly with Tangli.
"Mom, my hands are so sore~"
"Mom will help you massage it."
Tangli pinched her chubby arm, and the little girl narrowed her eyes with a comfortable expression.
Tang Li couldn't help but kiss her between the eyebrows.
Sanbao always sticks to Tangli.
Until Wei Qing came back, he tore her off his wife, threw her to her grandparents, and stuck herself back on.
After the door closed, Wei Qing lifted his wife into his arms from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder like a large dog. He whimpered, looking tired and needing comfort from his wife, completely different from the stern and decisive Minister of Justice in the eyes of outsiders.
"Husband, do you know the history of salt transportation?" Tang Li asked.
"Thank you, sir?" Wei Qing asked.
"Yes, he is Xie Fangfei's father." Tang Li said.
Speaking of 'Xie Fangfei', Wei Qing obviously thought of bad memories, and a hint of disgust flashed in his eyes.
"What kind of person is he?" Tang Li continued to ask.
Wei Qing thought for a moment and said, "He is an upright and good official."
The Salt Transport History was a lucrative job, but Lord Xie was able to stick to the bottom line and do things impartially. For this reason alone, Wei Qing admired him.
In this turbid court where power struggles reign, such upright people are rare and precious.
Tangli frowned.
Is he a good official?
"He is a good official, but he will be in trouble if he has a daughter like Xie Fangfei." Tang Li said.
The Xie family is really unlucky to have Xie Fangfei, a time-traveling girl.
Miss Xie's body has been taken over, and I'm afraid Master Xie will also be implicated...
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