After more than a month of treatment, Fu Xiaoguan's health improved a little.
Although he didn't sleep last night, he still did a few rounds of boxing in the yard. He was no longer limited to military boxing. He also did inch punches, Muay Thai, grappling and fighting, and then ran in the yard.
Su Mo had already woken up. He stood on the second floor and watched Fu Xiaoguan boxing and running. He also became curious about this young man.
He knew that Fu Xiaoguan had been up all night, and he even knew that he had been reading the Pure Yang Heart Sutra. It was rare for a young master from a merchant family to be so diligent, and what's more, the poem he wrote was so stunning.
The punches he threw seemed to be in good shape and methodical, but in Su Mo's eyes, they were still fancy moves. It was probably because his family had hired a boxer and he had learned some basic skills from him.
Fu Xiaoguan ran slowly, but in his mind he was silently reciting the Qi-flowing mantras of the Pure Yang Heart Sutra, corresponding them to the acupuncture points and meridians of the body one by one. Then he began to regulate his breathing according to this method, trying to circulate in the empty meridians.
After ten laps, he discovered a subtle thing: he was not as tired today as he was yesterday morning.
Logically speaking, I didn’t sleep last night, so it’s good enough that I managed to finish running ten laps today. Could it be that the Heart Sutra took effect?
Fu Xiaoguan was secretly delighted and did not stop until he had run thirteen laps before he felt tired.
After taking a shower and having breakfast with Su Mo, he meditated under the banyan tree. The two of them did not talk to each other from beginning to end.
He sat there until noon, and all his tiredness disappeared. Comparing with what was written in the book, he did not sense any energy in his dantian. Of course, he was not upset at all. After all, this was the authentic mental method of the Taoist temple. How could it be so easy to do it?
Chunxiu sat on a stone bench, looking at Fu Xiaoguan, wondering what happened to the plan to continue writing A Dream of the Red Chamber? Was it going to die just like that?
What is the young master doing?
Do you still want to become an immortal?
Just as Chunxiu was daydreaming, Yi Yu hurried in and Chunxiu went to greet him.
In this one-third acre of land in the backyard, Chunxiu has become Fu Xiaoguan's personal housekeeper.
"Someone has come from Prince Xian's mansion and wants to see the young master."
Chunxiu frowned, wondering if her indignant words last night had offended Prince Xian's mansion?
Wouldn’t this cause trouble for the young master?
"Master is busy, take me to see it."
Yi Yu looked at Fu Xiaoguan who was meditating with his eyes closed, and didn't quite understand what the young master was busy with.
He took Chunxiu to the outer courtyard, where two people were sitting in the reception room. They were Yu Wenjun and Yu Hongyi, whom Chunxiu had met last night.
"This servant greets the two nobles."
Chunxiu bowed to the two of them, and Yu Wenjun asked, "Where is your young master?"
"Are you two nobles here to question me? I offended you last night, but it wasn't my young master's fault. If you two blame me, I will take the blame myself."
Yu Wenjun smiled, "We're not here to blame you, we just want to meet your young master."
Chunxiu was stunned. Looking at Yu Wenjun's brilliant smile, she felt that this young lady would not lie to her, so she said, "Please wait a moment, my two nobles. I will go and report to the young master."
Chunxiu said this and trotted away. Yu Hongyi pursed his lips, picked up the tea, sniffed it and put it down again, thinking that this shabby house has so many rules. In Linjiang, it really sets a precedent for me, the prince, to wait for someone like this.
He didn't understand why Her Royal Highness the Ninth Princess was in such a hurry to come to the Fu Mansion so early in the morning.
According to what he meant, if he sent someone over to make a statement, wouldn't Fu Xiaoguan run to the Prince's Mansion happily?
Not long after, Chunxiu ran out again and said, "Please come in, my two nobles."
Yu Hongwen was stunned again. I am the prince!
Can you guys please give the prince a little respect!
What's more, the person next to him is His Majesty's most beloved Ninth Princess!
According to the rules, when Her Royal Highness the Princess comes, the Fu Mansion is to open the middle gate and the head of the family should lead the entire family to kneel down to welcome her, but what is going on now?
That guy didn't come in person, but sent a maid to get rid of him. Did he really think that a tiger is a sick cat if it doesn't show its power?
Yu Hongwen glared with his tiger eyes and stood up suddenly, which scared Chunxiu.
Yu Hongwen did not lose his temper, or to be more precise, he did not lose his temper at all. He was actually dragged behind Yu Wenjun and received a serious warning from Yu Wenjun - Yu Wenjun glared at him.
He took a deep breath, held it in his stomach for a few breaths, and then exhaled silently.
The two followed Chunxiu to the backyard. Yu Wenjun whispered again, "I told you not to come, but you insisted on following me. Don't talk after we go in!"
The dignified prince was ruthlessly suppressed like this.
Fu Xiaoguan made tea, watched the two of them come in, and invited them to sit down with a smile on his face.
"I'm truly sorry for what happened last night. I was really busy and couldn't get away. I had hoped to go to the Prince's Mansion to apologize sometime, but I didn't expect you to come here first. I was very frightened. Come, have some tea, please."
This was the first time Yu Wenjun met Fu Xiaoguan.
This guy is quite handsome!
He behaved gracefully and spoke sincerely. Knowing that he was from the Prince's Mansion, he responded with ease and without any restraint. Just as Shulan said, he was only sixteen years old, but he had a calmness that was inconsistent with his age.
"Sir, do you know who he and I are?" Yu Wenjun asked with a deliberately stern face.
Is he going to be punished? Fu Xiaoguan thought to himself, but he still had a smile on his face.
He replied, "We are both wanderers in this world, so why should we have known each other before we met? Knowing each other is fate. Don't ask about things or things, don't ask about cause and effect. Only then can you be free. What do you think, young lady?"
Yu Wenyun's beautiful eyes flashed. "We are both wanderers in this world, so why should we know each other when we meet?" This young man is indeed as Mr. Qin said, full of knowledge and extraordinary.
So, she pursed her lips and smiled, "Master Fu is absolutely right. With just one sentence, the incident of yesterday is over."
Yu Hongwen also looked at Fu Xiaoguan. This sentence is very good, but this prince and the ninth princess are not some wanderers in the world!
"What brings you two here?"
"Yesterday I heard that Master Fu has a book. I thought that with your talent, the book must be very interesting. Could you let me... take a look at it?"
Fu Xiaoguan looked back at Chunxiu, who lowered her head and stuck out her tongue.
"Miss, you came at an unfortunate time. The manuscript has already been sent to a friend. I have to wait for a while until the friend sends it back, and then I will send it to you."
Yu Wenjun felt a little disappointed and asked, "Who did you send it to?"
"Daughter of the Minister of Revenue in the capital, Dong Shulan."
Yu Wenyun picked up the tea bowl and opened the lid. The tea smoke blurred her face.
After a few breaths, she put down the tea bowl and asked, "I heard that the young master wrote a poem for Shulan?"
Fu Xiaoguan looked at Chunxiu again, but Chunxiu shook her head.
"Before Miss Dong left Linjiang, I met her by chance and found something interesting, so I wrote a poem. This...is not a big deal."
"I will also leave Linjiang tomorrow. Mr. Fu, would you be willing to write a poem for me?"
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