There was a cold snort in the air, and the strong wind slowed down, but it did not stop. Then a figure flipped over and stood in front of the two men.
Feng Yuheng looked at the man and said, "In fact, if we talk about light kung fu, you can't beat me. In a one-on-one fight, you are stronger, and your fighting style is more direct and brutal. I'm afraid Huang Quan will suffer." She patted Huang Quan as she spoke, "It's okay, General Bu just came to see this county lady to reminisce about the past, don't be nervous." Then she looked up at Bu Cong and smiled, "Don't be nervous either, relax, this county lady doesn't eat people."
The person who came was Bu Cong. He returned to Beijing to report on his work during the New Year. Now that the first month of the year had ended, it was time to prepare to return to the East Camp. He came to the palace to make a final report on military intelligence to the emperor before leaving Beijing, but he did not expect to meet Feng Yuheng on the way down.
On the day he returned to Beijing, the two met on the street, and he felt that the girl in front of him seemed completely different from more than three years ago. The Feng Yuheng he knew before was just a calm person, but not as sharp as she is now. The encounter that day made him feel like he was looking at a stranger.
He spent this New Year in Beijing, and he wanted to find out more, but the more he asked, the more frightened he became. Feng Yuheng's excellent medical skills were not surprising, after all, her grandfather was Yao Xian. But when did Feng Yuheng learn to shoot arrows? When did she learn martial arts? And when did she develop such a deep relationship with the feared King Yu?
The Ninth Prince Xuan Tianming, in the past, there was almost no one else in the world who could get close to him except the Seventh Prince. There were many women in the capital who admired him, including Princess Qingle. But those who liked him silently in their hearts were fine, but those who showed it like Qingle were directly rejected by this man and burned down their houses.
When he was young, he asked his father to go to Feng Mansion to propose marriage. At that time, Feng Yuheng was engaged to the Ninth Prince. The Bu family went to propose marriage with gritted teeth, fearing that they would be suppressed and retaliated by the Ninth Prince. But the Ninth Prince did not react to this matter at all, and even declared to the public that if the Feng family dared to ask him to fulfill the engagement, he would also send the Feng family to a fire.
Everyone thought that this was a joke engagement, but unexpectedly, these two people made it come true in such a high-profile manner.
He had thought that Xuan Tianming was acting on purpose, but after several investigations he realized that Feng Yuheng was more important to Xuan Tianming than his own life.
Bu Cong couldn't figure out what had happened that made two people who had absolutely no connection with each other suddenly develop such a deep friendship, to the point that... he didn't have any chance at all.
"Ah Heng." Bu Cong looked at the girl in front of him. She had curved eyebrows, deep eyes, pale skin with a hint of pink, and thin lips. People said that people with such thin lips were mostly ruthless, but he felt that they just didn't have the right person to be affectionate with. For example, this girl and Xuan Tianming were very affectionate.
"General Bu." Feng Yuheng replied, her eyes swept across and fell on the sword at his waist, "Even if you enter the palace, you can wear a sword. It seems that General Bu is more valued by our father." She deliberately emphasized the word "father" and noticed a slight contraction in Bu Cong's pupils.
"Thanks to the emperor's favor, the county lady can enter and leave the palace freely. I heard that she doesn't even need a badge."
"Yes." She nodded. "Just look at the face. General Bu came with such ferocity just now that I was really scared. Haha, luckily I'm fine. Otherwise, if I was really frightened, I'm afraid the Bu family would have to spend a lot of money."
Bu Cong was stunned, not understanding what she meant by "wasting money". Huang Quan said the following words for Feng Yuheng: "His Highness the Ninth Prince has always loved my young lady. If he knew that General Bu had frightened my young lady, he would definitely go to the Bu family to ask for an explanation. So, General, it's better to be careful when walking in the forbidden area of the palace."
"Hmph!" Bu Cong snorted and glared at Huang Quan angrily.
Huang Quan was not afraid of him at all, and glared back at him. The fight between the two made Feng Yuheng chuckle, and she said, "General Bu is so generous, he is not afraid of losing his status by getting angry with a little girl."
Bu Cong felt a little embarrassed by what she said, and couldn't help but cast his gaze towards Feng Yuheng again, but he immediately regained his composure, a fierce look flashed in his eyes, and suddenly said: "Princess Ji'an, how about a competition with this general?"
"You can't wield swords and guns in the palace." Feng Yuheng reminded him, "A general's abilities should be used on the battlefield, not to find trouble with a little girl when he has nothing better to do."
As she spoke, she walked forward, their shoulders crossed. She was short, so her shoulders just brushed against his elbows, but Bu Cong moved and directly blocked Feng Yuheng's way.
Huang Quan wanted to ask how could you be so shameless, but before he could say anything, Feng Yuheng suddenly stretched out his right hand, with his five fingers in the shape of claws, and reached straight for Bu Cong's throat.
Bu Cong dodged quickly and retreated step by step, raising his arms to resist Feng Yuheng as he walked quickly, but he saw the girl in front of him quickly retract her hand, bend her body, turn around, and instantly appear behind him.
He also retracted his body, dodging the fatal spot on the back of his head, and reached back with one hand, trying to grab Feng Yuheng. Unfortunately, this grab was empty. Feng Yuheng still didn't know the ancient people's light skills, but her advantage was that she was small and flexible. When Bu Cong reached out to her, she had given up the attack and switched to defense. She arched her waist backwards, drew a huge arc, and just avoided his arm.
Bu Cong didn't expect Feng Yuheng to move so fast. He gritted his teeth and gathered his strength to leap upwards. However, he didn't expect that when his feet left the ground, his ankles felt cold and then tight. He was shocked and looked down to see a thin strip of cloth tightly tied around his ankles. The other end of the cloth was in Feng Yuheng's hand. She exerted force and suddenly pulled Bu Cong, who had already flown into the air, back again. Then she threw him out, and he fell out sideways like an arrow from a string.
However, Bu Cong was, after all, a general who had experienced many battles and was skilled in martial arts. He was hit by Feng Yuheng's move without knowing the details, but he managed to regain his strength by somersaulting while being thrown out.
People who like fighting always get more excited the more they fight. This fight with Feng Yuheng actually made him feel very satisfied. After he landed on the ground, he did not rest for a moment and flew over again.
Huang Quan wanted to step forward to fight for Feng Yuheng, but he heard Feng Yuheng say: "Just stand aside, I want to see, a grown man blocking the dismounting road in the palace and killing a little girl, such a shameless thing, is there anyone who cares!"
These words made Bu Cong's face flush. His original intention was to spar with him. He just wanted to test Feng Yuheng's kung fu foundation and see whether it was just fancy moves or real kung fu. This had nothing to do with killing him.
But he immediately realized that he was fighting too vigorously. From the words to the moves to now flying forward, it was always him who was attacking. What he thought in his mind was one thing, but what others saw was another. Ah Heng had misunderstood him.
When he thought of this, Bu Cong slowed down his forward movement. He looked at Feng Yuheng and wanted to say that it was not the case, but before he could finish his words, Feng Yuheng had already come close to him. He slowed down, but Feng Yuheng did not slow down. He saw that the strip of cloth in Feng Yuheng's hand had been twisted into a twist. In her hand, it was like a whip, and she whipped him without warning.
Bang!
A sound came down and hit the upper left arm.
He turned sideways to dodge, and there was another blow, and blood was all over his right upper arm.
Seeing that she was serious, Bu Cong was so scared that he quickly retreated, almost running away in a panic for nearly ten steps. When he looked up again, he saw the girl staring at him with a pair of fierce eyes, and the twist in her hand had already loosened. She shook the cloth and threw it to Huang Quan: "Find a place to throw it away after you leave the palace. Something stained with blood is disgusting."
Bu Cong was so angry that his face turned red. He looked at the cloth strip carefully and it seemed to be a piece of decoration that a woman would wrap around her neck. Weapons were not allowed in the palace. He was a military commander and had to be allowed to bring a sword with him by the emperor. However, he overlooked that Feng Yuheng usually used a soft whip, and he didn't expect that this girl had used the soft whip so well that any piece of cloth could be used as a whip.
He stared at Feng Yuheng blankly, and the feeling of "she is not Feng Yuheng at all" flashed through his mind again.
As soon as this thought flashed through my mind, I couldn't help but ask, "Who are you?"
Feng Yuheng was not surprised by his words. After all, Bu Cong had asked the same question when they met on the street a few days ago. But he felt a little annoyed and a little wary.
Since coming to the Dashun Dynasty, this was the first time someone had explicitly questioned her true identity. Bu Cong didn't believe that she was Feng Yuheng. This suspicion alone was enough to make her annoying.
Feng Yuheng frowned impatiently and said loudly: "You can't beat me, so you start talking nonsense? Who am I? Everyone in the capital knows who I am. What exactly is General Bu questioning?"
Bu Cong stared at her for a long time, but still shook his head, "No, the Ah Heng I know doesn't like to talk to people, and even ignores me, but she doesn't know martial arts, and she's not as sharp-tongued as you. I haven't had much contact with Ah Heng, but I, Bu Cong, have always kept her in my heart since I was a child. I know what Ah Heng is like better than anyone else, and you can't fool me."
His words were so firm that Feng Yuheng was slightly surprised. The original owner's memory did not leave much information about General Bu. She knew Bu Cong from other people and never knew how deep his feelings for the original owner were. Now that she heard him say this, she felt a little guilty. If this man really got serious, it would be troublesome.
When the fake becomes real, the real becomes fake. She is Feng Yuheng, but she is just holding Feng Yuheng's body. If no one points this out, everything will be fine. Once someone raises doubts, even if it cannot be confirmed, it will be considered a conspiracy in the hearts of others.
Just like the legend of Feng Chenyu's fate, some people scoff at it, but they always think about it more at critical moments. What if everyone in the world heard this rumor? The result is that no matter who Feng Chenyu married, if that person had the ability to ascend to the throne, the people would definitely think that it was destiny.
She was stunned for a moment, and during this moment, Bu Cong's suspicion became even stronger. He seemed to have caught Feng Yuheng's handle, stretched out his hand and touched her nose, and shouted: "Tell me! Who are you?"
As soon as these words came out, Feng Yuheng's eyes were suddenly covered with a layer of mist, and her originally sharp little face showed an inexplicable grievance. She pursed her lips and trembled a few times, and the mist in her eyes was about to turn into water drops and flow down.
Bu Cong felt a little regretful. He shouldn't have treated this girl like this. This was obviously Ah Heng, who else could it be?
Just as he was thinking of saying a few soft words, he saw Feng Yuheng suddenly running towards him, looking so aggrieved, so sad, and also scared, as if she was about to throw herself into his arms for comfort.
The softest corner of his heart was finally touched, and he subconsciously opened his arms, ready to welcome this girl into his arms - the daughter of a genius doctor
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