On the fifth day of the fifth month, the eighth year of the Xuanli calendar, the Dragon Boat Festival, the morning light was dim, and the sky was clear with light clouds.
Fu Xiaoguan had already gotten up and came to the yard.
He stood still under the old banyan tree, breathing in and out silently for ten breaths, then took a step forward, bent his waist, and raised his fist...
This is a set of military boxing. The movements are natural and standard, without any deviation from the standards. However, because the body is too weak, the boxing is not fast, and there is no awe-inspiring boxing spirit - it looks like what people in the market call fancy boxing and embroidered kicks.
Fu Xiaoguan moved slowly, which was just right for regulating his body.
Whether it was muscles, bones or ligaments, this body was really... too bad. Fortunately, he was only sixteen years old. Although it was still a lot late, he believed that after two years of conditioning, he should be able to reach half the level of his previous life.
Chunxiu was even more shocked.
In the past, the young master would sleep until he woke up naturally, but these past two days, he got up at dawn, did some boxing under the old banyan tree, and then jogged around the yard a few times.
Yes, the young master ran eight laps on the morning of the third day of junior high school, and he ran ten laps yesterday morning. He should have run more this morning.
The young master rarely spoke these days, but on the second day of the Chinese New Year, he suddenly asked whether I had picked up a black box when I rescued him.
Chunxiu didn't know about it, so she went to ask the master later. The master didn't understand, but he still arranged for people to look for it again, but they didn't find it. The master thought about it and didn't mention it again.
The young master has really become a different person since that incident. Except for his requirements for food, everything else is very different.
For example, he no longer asked Chunxiu to dress him or wash him.
For example, he took a bath every day and no longer let Chunxiu rub his back.
For example, he always went to bed late at night, and read "Three Dynasties Poetry and Lyrics" by the light of the lamp. Occasionally he would smile or say a few words that Chunxiu could not understand.
For example: History...this may be a parallel universe.
For example: It seems that I can survive happily in this world.
Chunxiu sat embroidering, listening to the young master flipping through a book, feeling a peace of mind she had never felt before. But when she heard the young master muttering to himself, she felt a little nervous - the young master's head had been hit by a hard object, and there was a high possibility of sequelae. This rumor had not been circulated in the mansion, but she had heard some rumors.
I heard it from Guardian Ding, who said he heard it from Shopkeeper Zhao.
This made her very uncomfortable. Although the young master was indeed a little different from before, she felt that the current young master was better - of course she didn't dare to say this, but she protected her young master in her heart no matter what.
At least the young master no longer goes out to drink, nor does he bully weak women on the street. He even stayed at home for the past few days and read books.
Reading is a noble thing. At least in Chunxiu's heart, this is the serious thing a young master should do.
God bless, the young master has been awakened. From now on, the Fu family will continue to prosper, and a maid like her will be able to have a good end.
After Fu Xiaoguan practiced military boxing twice, his body began to move and he felt slightly warm. He then began to jog around the corridor in the courtyard - one lap was about 400 meters, and ten laps were 4,000 meters. He felt very tired, and this was almost his limit at the moment.
This courtyard belongs to him. In addition to Chunxiu, there were originally ten guards. They used to be his followers and his support for bullying men and women, but now they have been temporarily arranged to go to the outer courtyard.
He didn't like crowds, not because he was a gossiper - these guards didn't dare to say anything in front of him. It was just a habit he had developed in the past. When he received an order for assassination, he would plan and execute it alone. So he was used to it and couldn't change it for the time being.
I still have to change in the future, after all, the world is different now.
Fu Xiaoguan was jogging while thinking, and when he looked up, he saw Fu Daguan walking in from the moon gate.
He waved and greeted Officer Fu without stopping.
Fu Daguan was stunned for two breaths. Chunxiu came forward and pointed at Fu Xiaoguan and asked, "My son..."
Chunxiu bowed and said, "Master, the young master has been like this for three days... Master is not at home, so I can't tell you."
Chunxiu paused for a moment and continued, "Young Master said that his body was too weak and needed exercise, so this is how he exercises."
Mr. Fu looked at Mr. Fu and a smile appeared on his chubby face.
He stroked his short beard with one hand and was silent for a moment, then asked, "Young Master, is there anything else wrong?"
"The young master...reads books until late at night."
Official Fu was stunned for a moment, and then asked hurriedly, "What book are you reading?"
"I've read the Analects, the Doctrine of the Mean, and the Book of Songs."
Official Fu frowned. "You read three books in three nights?"
"Master, it's not three nights, but... two hours. Besides, Master... is not watching."
"What's that?"
"Yes... he flipped through the books, only stopping occasionally to read for a moment. The book he read the most was 'Three Dynasties Poetry and Lyrics'. I saw that he had been reading it for two nights."
Official Fu thought for a moment and whispered, "The young master is still weak, so you should persuade him to rest early... As for reading, just a casual glance is fine. Don't take it seriously, as it will hurt your mind."
"yes."
Chunxiu did not say that she had advised the young master, but the young master did not listen.
The young master said that it was impossible to sleep before one in the morning.
She understood in the early morning, she didn't know anything at all, and then she knew it, it was probably at the end of Zi hour and the beginning of Chou hour.
"How's the young master's diet these past two days?"
"It's much better than before. In the morning, I have a bowl of millet porridge with a fried egg, a boiled egg, three seasonal side dishes, and two steamed buns. At noon, I have a bowl of rice with three meat dishes, two vegetable dishes, and a stew. At night, it's the same as lunch, but the dishes have changed... The young master said that when the old master comes back, he will build another kitchen in the young master's yard. It will be more convenient this way."
Mr. Fu nodded and looked at Mr. Fu. There was confusion in his eyes, puzzled by the change in his son.
As a father, he certainly knew what his son was like. In the past few days, he had been running around to completely eliminate the hidden dangers of the previous incident. Now it seemed that the nobleman would not pursue the matter anymore, which finally put his mind at ease. However, his son suddenly started exercising and even reading... This made Fu Daguan's heart tremble again.
Is this a good thing?
Could it be that knocking finally opened his son's eyes?
I hope so. At least now it seems that my son has no tendency to become stupid, which is good. As for the rest... let him do whatever he wants.
Having made up his mind, Fu Daguan said to Chunxiu, "After he finishes his run, breakfast won't be brought over. Tell him to eat at my place." He glanced around and said, "Since my son wants to set up a kitchen, you can go find the butler later. He came back yesterday."
Chunxiu agreed. Fu Daguan looked at Fu Xiaoguan again, turned around and walked out.
After running ten laps, Fu Xiaoguan took the hot towel handed to him by Chunxiu and wiped the sweat off his face. He then took the warm water handed to him by Chunxiu, took a big sip, walked around in the yard casually, and then walked towards the bathhouse next to him.
Chunxiu had already prepared hot water and a change of clothes, and said to Fu Xiaoguan, "The master said that we should invite you to the front yard for dinner later."
Fu Xiaoguan nodded, went into the house, closed the door, and lay in the wooden barrel, feeling that everything was really good.
A friend in my previous life once asked me a question: If I can’t be a soldier for my whole life, what are my thoughts after I retire?
His answer was: find a place with mountains and rivers, with a thatched hut, an acre of fertile land, and a fish pond. Farm when busy and fish when free, and live like this for the rest of my life.
Hipsters!
He smiled.
He really thought so. After killing a lot of people, he felt very tired and mentally exhausted.
Now this wish seemed to have been fulfilled. He felt relieved as if a heavy burden had been lifted from his shoulders. Although he had not yet fully relaxed mentally, at least he had not suffered from insomnia at night these days, and he even woke up without dreaming.
He has a father who truly loves him, a girl who obeys his every word, and a mother he has never met. Of course, as a big landlord in Linjiang City, he must have a lot of land.
That's good.
As for Fan Duoer from Yihonglou, he naturally didn't care.
But the fleeting glimpse of the woman in white in my memory is extremely clear. She is indeed very beautiful. Well, that's it.
Fu Xiaoguan felt nothing at all.
…
The landlord's house is very big.
The dining room in the landlord's house was also very large.
Mr. Fu sat at the top, Mrs. Qi sat on the left, and Mr. Fu sat casually opposite Mr. Fu.
This is simply because he is a little farther away from Fu Daguan. Of course, it is not because of Fu Daguan's majesty as a father, but because Fu Xiaoguan is still unfamiliar with this father and instinctively chooses this distance.
In response to this, Qi frowned slightly, but Official Fu didn't care.
The food was already on the table. A family of three... Fu Xiaoguan didn't know if this counted as a family of three. Fu Daguan looked at him kindly and smiled, saying, "Enjoy your meal."
Fu Xiaoguan naturally did not hesitate. He picked up the bowl and started eating. Qi frowned again because Fu Xiaoguan's eating manners were not very good.
Fu Xiaoguan was used to finishing his meals quickly and did not notice Qi's expression - even if he did, he would not change his mind.
Eat your own food and let others talk.
"Today is Dragon Boat Festival. I'm going to visit various farms later... Son, are you interested in going with me?"
If it were the former Fu Xiaoguan, he would certainly refuse. What’s so good about those clay poles?
If you have this time, you might as well go to Yihong Tower and listen to Fan Duoer sing.
Qi naturally thought that this useless prodigal son would behave the same as in previous years, but she did not expect to hear a different voice.
"Okay, I want to go out for a walk too."
Qi was stunned for a moment, and Official Fu burst into laughter.
"Son, these will all be yours from now on..."
"Ahem!" Qi coughed twice, stood up, and said calmly, "I'm done eating. Master, please go back soon. I've made an appointment with Divine Doctor Li, and he needs to prescribe some medicine to help me maintain my pregnancy."
Only then did Fu Xiaoguan take a look at Qi. She was graceful and elegant, with a good-looking face and quite proud. Her belly was slightly bulging, and she was estimated to be five or six months pregnant.
Qi met Fu Xiaoguan's gaze and smiled, "Xiaoguan, do you want a brother or a sister?"
Fu Xiaoguan was delighted and said, "I want both my brother and my sister."
This is the true word. In his previous life, his parents passed away early, and he was an orphan. Now that he has a family, he really hopes to have more brothers and sisters. Even if they don't have the same mother, he will definitely take good care of them.
Qi turned around, his face gloomy.
"This silly boy... could it be that he really has changed his personality?"
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