Chapter 256 A Lotus Petal
Jingzhen reached out and pinched her soft little face, his voice softer than usual.
"You've done very well."
"But I still won with your help." Baoya sniffed.
Jing Zhen raised his eyebrows: "I only helped you once, the remaining eight arrows were all shot by you."
That's right. Baoya suddenly felt relieved and nodded.
But he immediately raised his little hand and promised: "I will never be lazy again and practice hard when I get home."
"You're so good," Jing Zhen stretched out his hand and scratched her little nose, "Go back, Madam Rong and Rong He must be waiting anxiously."
As he spoke, he bent down to put Baoya down, took her little hand and walked to the entrance of the alley, where he stopped.
"It's just a few steps. I won't walk you over."
He let go of Baoya's hand, but Baoya stood there without moving.
She wiped the tears from her face with her two tender little white hands, and rummaged in her little purse for a long time before pulling out a small wooden sword carved from peach wood.
The small wooden sword was polished very smoothly, and the hilt and blade were engraved with delicate patterns, which looked very beautiful.
Baoya handed the wooden sword pendant to Jingzhen: "I won it, I'm giving it to little brother Jing."
Jing Zhen couldn't help but smile slightly and accepted the pendant: "Okay, I'll wear it."
As he spoke, he tied the wooden sword pendant to his belt.
"nice!"
Baoya's eyebrows curved, and she smiled with the corners of her lips raised. There were two shallow dimples on her cheeks, which were sweet.
"Go quickly." Jingzhen said.
Baoya nodded, curled her lips, and ran away happily.
The young man's slender white fingers polished the small wooden sword hanging at his waist, watching the little girl's back as she left, and only turned and left after she got on the carriage.
In the Rong family carriage, Old Madam Rong held the chubby porcelain doll tightly in her arms, smiling from ear to ear.
Baoya was fiddling with a small porcelain doll that was exactly the same as the big one in Madam Rong's arms.
No matter how I look at it, it seems so ordinary. I don’t know why my grandmother likes it so much.
So he asked Rong He, "Brother Rong, does grandma like porcelain dolls?"
Rong He shook his head: "Not really, grandma seems to only like porcelain dolls like this."
"We used to have a porcelain doll exactly like this one, but it broke when the servants were cleaning the room. Grandma cried and made a fuss, and Grandpa had no choice but to have someone glue it back together."
"Now that I have a new one, I can finally throw away the one at home."
"Oh." Baoya said.
So that's how it is. No wonder when they came out of Mingwuju, my grandmother fell in love with this porcelain doll at first sight.
The carriage rumbled and stopped at the gate of the Rong family.
Yan Fei helped Madam Rong get off the carriage, and Rong He and Bao Ya also jumped off the carriage.
Rong Bing, Rong Yan'an and Shen Yu were already waiting at the gate.
Seeing Mrs. Rong walking in front, holding a fat porcelain doll in her arms, she was as happy as a child when she saw Rong Bing standing at the door.
"A Bing! A Bing!" She took a step and ran towards Rong Bing.
Yan Fei was so scared that he chased after her, fearing that she would accidentally fall.
"Wa! Ruoruo won! A Bing, that's great!"
Rong Bing felt a little helpless, so he stepped forward and caught her steadily.
But she still agreed lovingly: "It looks great, Ruoruo is great. Walk slowly, why are you in such a hurry?"
"Show the doll to A Bing. Ruoruo won!"
Her face was flushed, and she was holding the porcelain doll, constantly emphasizing that "Ruoruo won."
Rong He and Bao Ya also came over. When Rong He heard her words, he couldn't wait to tell her how Bao Ya beat the doll in the game of throwing pots, and how she beat Du Qian, the eldest daughter of the Feihu Escort Agency.
While talking, he gestured with great interest.
Baoya stood aside, with her head slightly lowered, but feeling a little uneasy.
She offended the eldest daughter of the Flying Tiger Escort Agency. Did she cause trouble for her grandfather, second uncle, and second aunt?
A pair of small hands nervously grasped the hem of their clothes, and the toes of their small cotton shoes embroidered with du Ruo flowers were touching each other.
"Our Ranran is so powerful?"
Rong Bing's eyes lit up when he heard this. "That girl from the Du family has a capricious temper. She relies on her kung fu skills to stir up trouble everywhere. She actually got defeated by our Ran Ran. Hahaha, how interesting!"
Rong Yan'an and Shen Yu were even more excited. Yun Ran was so young, but he had such skills. This talent for martial arts must not be wasted!
"Ran Ran, you can also use a whip? Who taught you? Tell your aunt, how come you are so powerful at such a young age?"
Chen Yu picked up Xiao Baoya, Rong Bing supported Old Madam Rong and walked in front, Rong Yan'an and Rong He followed behind them and entered the Rong Mansion together.
Baoya heard that no one blamed her. Instead, it seemed that her grandfather, second uncle and second aunt were all very happy because she taught Du Qian a lesson.
She didn't understand why, but she still replied to Shen Yu obediently: "Master taught me."
"Then who is Ranran's master?"
Baoya wanted to say Nanxuan's name, but after thinking about it, she realized that Shenyu probably wouldn't know it even if she said it.
So he said, "Master is the owner of Hongdouxuan in Ping'an Town. He not only taught me how to use dragon beard noodles, but also taught me how to make snacks."
Chen Yu: …???
"What is this dragon beard noodle?"
Baoya shook her white and slender little wrist, and the silver bracelet on her wrist swayed left and right with her movements, flashing silver light.
Shen Yu glanced at it casually, but when his eyes fell on a small lotus petal engraved on the silver bracelet, he was stunned.
It is rumored that there is an old man over one or two hundred years old in the world, named Yibanlian.
Although he is already two hundred years old, he still has a youthful face and white hair, and walks briskly.
This person has extraordinary martial arts skills and has reached a superb level. Before he retired, he was ranked first on the list of top martial arts masters.
Moreover, he is not only good at martial arts, but also very good at making weapons.
It is said that he only forged two weapons in his life, a black iron fan of his own and a Dust-Breaking Sword.
It is said that the Dust-Breaking Sword is the weapon of Xuan Gui, the leader of the Xuantian Pavilion, the most powerful evil sect in the martial arts world. He used this sword when he massacred the martial arts world.
But when did Elder Yibanlian create this bracelet-shaped whip?
Chen Yu held Baoya's slender white wrist and turned the dragon beard noodles over and over to look at them.
The carving on that lotus petal was so clear that it was impossible to fake it.
"Ran Ran, your master...what's his name?"
Baoya blinked and said clearly, "Nanxuan."
Chen Yu was still a little confused. Nan Xuan, I've never heard of him? There shouldn't be such a person in the martial arts world, right?
She was just thinking about it when Honghong's anxious voice suddenly came from Baicaoxuan.
"Madam, you...what are you doing? I'm just wiping it off!"
Baoya and Shen Yu looked at each other, and Shen Yu immediately hugged the sweet and soft little girl in his arms and quickened his pace to run towards Baicaoxuan.
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