Chapter 87 How Could She Be Gentle

The Grand Empress Dowager was waiting anxiously in the palace, but who knew that this man would borrow Junxun and never return him!

The two are still chatting in the red leaf forest.

Jun Lin smiled for a long time and his uncle was easily satisfied.

Jun Xie had a headache: "You are really brave."

She laughed non-stop: "You are not ambitious."

The man reached out his hand and pinched her nose affectionately, just like he did when she was a child, and subconsciously threatened her: "If you smile again, your nose will turn red."

Then the laughter stopped.

Jun Xun's eyelashes trembled, and he remembered that the person in front of him was no longer the child many years ago. She was the king, the king who was decisive in killing and had millions of soldiers.

Even if this action was out of habit, it was beyond the rules, so he froze for a moment, frowned, and quickly withdrew his hand.

Jun Lin looked at him expressionlessly, and he felt as if his whole body was being cut apart with pain.

"Uncle."

"Um?"

He covered his long eyelashes and gently closed his eyelids so as not to look at her.

"I've said it many times, I've grown up."

The other party's tone suddenly became serious.

"I know."

He actually felt an irrepressible nervousness, and the sense of oppression came entirely from his little nephew. He had never realized so clearly that the king's majesty was so suffocating.

"Stop pinching my nose. I want to save my face."

She suddenly looked around and finally breathed a sigh of relief: "Fortunately there is no one here, I can save my face."

The sharp eyes softened and looked at the stunned man, puzzled: "Uncle?"

Why do I always get distracted?

Jun Xian was silent: "I thought..."

You were just angry.

Jun Lin understood what he meant at a glance. He was silent for a moment, then took his hand and said to him, "The higher you go, the lonelier you feel. It's lonely up there. When I looked back, it was deserted. Everyone wanted to pull me off the throne and push me into the abyss."

"There aren't many people around me anymore. If even my relatives have to act according to my wishes, I'll be really lonely."

Because she was the queen, she was rejected and hated by other members of the royal family. The princes and nobles were eyeing her covetously to seize power, and the ministers were hypocritical and took sides in private. Now, the few people around her were all retained by her with her own time, energy and sincerity.

Whether it is Minghe or Manhuang.

Only now they were returning her love and staying by her side until the very end.

She is still the same person, in fact, she has never changed.

Jun Xian suddenly felt enlightened, his fingertips curled up involuntarily, and his heart felt as soft as if someone had gently lifted him up and placed him in the clouds.

"I understand."

As soon as he finished speaking, the person opposite him smiled with a relaxed look on his face.

"But uncle, is there really nothing else you want to do?"

Jun Yan began to think about this carefully again.

"I want to learn martial arts."

"I want to stay in ..."

He paused, confused by what he had said subconsciously.

Junlin asked, "Where do you want to stay?"

Want to stay in...

He looked at her in confusion, his Adam's apple moved for a moment and he fell silent.

Jun Lin saw that he couldn't get anything out of him, so he said, "But if you want to learn martial arts, I can teach you."

She said seriously: "Little uncle needs to learn a few tricks to protect himself first."

Jun Yan was a beautiful bird in a cage. The Empress Dowager broke all his wings. He was quiet and gentle, and knew no martial arts at all.

If a rebellion broke out, she didn't want him to be without any ability to protect himself.

The man also became interested, with a look of eagerness in his eyes: "How do I learn? Do I need to hold a sword?"

Jun Lin grinned and said, "Swordsmanship is slow to develop and will take a while to master. If you want to quickly learn some self-defense techniques, you should learn some martial arts and practice some simple self-defense techniques."

He tilted his head like a good student, waiting for her explanation.

"Uncle, wait and see. I'll show you a simple set first."

The wind is rustling and the red leaves are fluttering.

The red leaves that fell on the ground swirled in the air as she stretched and bent her legs.

"'Wu' refers to the strength in boxing, and 'Shu' refers to the skills in fighting. Wushu is the ability to control others instead of being controlled by others, with strength as the basis and skills as the use."

"Steps: flat horse, bow step, prone step, empty step..."

Then he punched hard, his movements were smooth and fluent, and he was extremely powerful: "Boxing techniques: horizontal punch, thrust punch, chop punch, stab and swing..."

That punch caused the red leaves floating in the air to suddenly scatter in shock.

"Leg techniques: kicking forward and sideways, sweeping the legs forward and backward... Waist techniques: pressing the shoulders, bending the waist, leaning forward, and turning the waist..."

She demonstrated for him one by one. The explosive movements were so beautiful, her waist swayed softly, and her brows were full of heroic spirit.

She was Jun Xian's ideal self, and he longed for it so much, longing to touch any corner of her.

By the time the entire demonstration was over, her breathing wasn't even disordered. It was hard to imagine that she had just performed such beautiful martial arts. Jun Xian's eyes sparkled with cherishment and joy.

This is what a strong person is.

Jun Xian smiled and said, "Xiao Lin seems to be able to do anything."

It's always so amazing, making it unattainable.

Jun Lin raised his eyebrows: "I am a warrior, not only swordsmanship, but also bows, crossbows, guns, sticks, knives, spears, halberds, whips... If you want to learn anything in the future, I can teach you."

The man raised his lips: "In this case, I am looking forward to my future life."

Then he stood up and walked to her side, his hands clasped in front of him, his body straight and upright like a pine tree, his black hair sticking to his slender white neck, with a stunning look on his face: "Teach me."

Now it's not my turn to protect you, so I'll try harder and not be a burden to you.

Junlin was in a very good mood. Her uncle always stood on her side, which made her very happy.

The wind started to blow again, and the stern voice of Emperor Jing could be heard from the forest: "Raise your legs."

"Uncle, straighten your back."

"Tsk, didn't I tell you to lift your legs? Why did you put them down again?"

Jun Xian, who was scolded to death, said: "..."

What a joke, at first he would have thought this guy would be gentle in his teaching.

Jun Lin said sternly: "Correct your attitude. If you want to learn, don't be so limp and lazy. Lift your legs for me!"

Jun Jin, who had never learned martial arts or even rarely exercised, had already begun to have muscle soreness: "..."

He was like a small orchid that was suddenly pulled out of a greenhouse and destroyed under the sun; every part of his body and bones almost didn't belong to him anymore.

"Hey, uncle, don't tense your muscles so much..."

Perhaps it was because he was too incompetent that the other person's voice sounded helpless yet faintly tolerant.

Suddenly, his pupils shrank, a tingling sensation ran up his spine, and his heart began to beat restlessly.

It was simply because the other person's slender five fingers had already pinched his calf, and were now gently massaging it to relieve the discomfort in his muscles.

He lowered his head and looked blankly at Jun Lin who was squatting on the ground and doing muscle relaxation for him. His whole body was suddenly tense and he even held his breath. His long eyelashes like crow feathers were trembling violently.

Looking at his calf muscles that became tighter the more he rubbed them, Jun Lin suddenly began to doubt his life.

The technique is correct.