"Mother!" Just when Shen's spoon was about to touch her lips, Chenyu suddenly called out to her.
Shen was startled by her. When she looked up again, she saw Chenyu's anxious and worried expression. She couldn't help but persuade her, "My dear daughter, don't worry. Your uncles will not let Feng Yuheng go. She will definitely not live to get married before the age of fifteen!"
Feng Chenyu's heart was churning and her eyes were full of confusion. She hoped so much that her mother would never be a stumbling block to her ascension to the throne. However, when Shen was about to drink the bowl of soup again, she stopped her and said, "My daughter just remembered that I forgot to put salt in the soup. Mother, please wait before drinking it. I will boil it again." She hurriedly snatched the bowl of soup from Shen's hand and fled out of the room.
Shen didn't understand what was going on. She just watched Chen Yu leave and murmured, "My dear daughter, all the good things in this world should be yours. All the money mother has is left for you."
At 11 p.m. that evening, Ban came back.
He placed something in front of Feng Yuheng, and Feng Yuheng picked it up and saw that it was an old hairpin.
"That nanny has a fifteen-year-old granddaughter, who is the ninth concubine of the third master of the Shen family. I took a hairpin from her. It is old-fashioned and seems to be something from the past."
Feng Yuheng nodded, it was indeed the case.
She felt that there must be some reason for Nanny Sun's betrayal, otherwise how could a Nanny who came with Yao from the Yao family as a dowry switch to someone else in just three years?
But Nanny Sun hid her little granddaughter very well. She raised her until she was fifteen years old, and Yao didn't even know about it.
She handed the hairpin back to Ban Zou and told him, "Send this hairpin to Madam Sun tonight."
"Yes, sir." Ban Zou nodded and wanted to say something, but suddenly his expression changed and he said, "Your Highness is here." After he finished speaking, he disappeared in a flash.
Feng Yuheng was stunned on the spot, Wang Chuan smiled and pushed her: "Ban Zou said that the prince is coming, Miss, go out and take a look."
She finally reacted, and quickly stood up and ran two steps out, but then stopped, turned back and asked Wangchuan: "Is my dress okay?"
As soon as she said this, she despised herself. Since when did the man with the purple lotus between his eyebrows attract her heart so much?
Perhaps this question will never have an answer, but in fact she knew in her heart that the very night she came into this world, the moment she waved goodbye to him, her heart had already begun to linger.
"You look good in anything you wear." A voice came from the back window, and the girl, who hadn't turned around yet, pursed her lips and smiled.
She turned around and looked in the direction of the voice. Through the open window, she saw a man in a purple robe sitting in a wheelchair under a big tree not far away. He was still wearing the golden mask, but she could immediately see the purple lotus through the small hole.
"Hengheng, come here."
This voice was like magic, bewitching Feng Yuheng to run to the window. She jumped over the window lightly and ran towards him while holding up her skirt.
"Why are you here?" Her eyes were bright and sparkling with a lively look. In Xuan Tianming's eyes, they were like stars in the sky, blinking and making people's hearts beat fast.
"I came to see you." He took her hand, brought her in front of him and sat her on the handle of the wheelchair. Then he clapped his hands and the wheelchair flew up and rushed towards the top of the mountain.
Feng Yuheng could only hear the sound of wind whirring in his ears, and he felt like he was sitting on a flying carpet and experiencing a wonderful journey.
She hugged Xuan Tianming's neck tightly with one hand, and stretched out the other hand, excitedly touching the branches along the way, like a child.
Xuan Tianming had never seen her like this before. He was surprised, but at the same time he felt that this was what a twelve-year-old child looked like.
On a night like this, the two of them, soaring into the air with the help of light skills, looked into each other's eyes, revealing tenderness.
Finally reaching the top of the mountain, the wheelchair landed steadily, he gathered his energy and a little sweat appeared on his forehead.
She subconsciously raised her sleeves to wipe his sweat. Xuan Tianming was stunned for a moment, but did not dodge. It was not until Feng Yuheng had finished wiping that he said, "This is the first time I've seen a girl wipe someone's sweat with her sleeves."
"Uh... should I use a handkerchief?" She felt around her body and said, "I don't have any." She stopped talking about this topic and exclaimed sincerely, "So cool! Xuan Tianming, this is what you call Qinggong, right?"
He really enjoyed the feeling when she called him Xuan Tianming. This name belonged to him but was extremely unfamiliar to him. When she called it, he finally found a sense of belonging again.
In this world, she is the only one who calls him like this, Xuan Tianming, well, very good.
Feng Yuheng jumped down from the wheelchair and happily turned around on the top of the mountain for a few times. When he stood still and looked at Xuan Tianming, he felt that the haze that had accumulated over the past few days had been swept away. In his eyes and heart, there was only his ink rising with the wind and the purple lotus that was faintly visible under the moonlight.
She thought, if a girl falls in love with a boy first, she should be at a disadvantage, right? She still remembered that her friend in her previous life told her that in love, whoever falls in love first loses.
But now, she accepted her defeat wholeheartedly.
"Do you want to learn?" Xuan Tianming was helpless as she stared at him. "I'm talking about Qinggong. If you want to learn, I can teach you."
Feng Yuheng shook his head, "No, it's too difficult. You see, I'm so busy every day. The people and things in Feng Mansion alone are enough to keep me busy. I also have to read medical books, study medicinal materials, and take care of the business outside. How can I have time to learn Qinggong?"
She was a little depressed, but she cheered up in a flash, ran forward, pulled Xuan Tianming's sleeve and said as if he was offering a treasure: "But I also know some Kung Fu."
Xuan Tianming nodded, "When I saw you flicking the stones in the mountains, I knew you were not without any skills."
She poked his golden mask with her finger with a smile: "It's not just a little bit of ability! Although my body is a little weak now, it's only temporary. I will eat more good food and spend more time training every day, and I will recover soon. Although I can't recover to my peak condition so quickly, I won't be a big drag on Huang Quan and the others when we encounter a fight again."
Xuan Tianming didn't quite understand what she meant. What did she mean by returning to peak condition? Did she mean that she had once been very skilled but was now declining?
But he nodded seriously and told her, "Since you have a foundation, don't waste it. Even if there are people around you who can protect you all the time, there will always be a chance of an emergency. I'm always worried that something will happen to you. Today, I heard from Ban that you met someone from the Hades' Palace last night. I was worried about you, so I rushed here."
She asked Ban Zou to go out and do some work. Since the Shen family was in Beijing, Ban Zou would naturally have to return to Beijing.
Feng Yuheng was not angry at all that Ban Zou told Xuan Tianming about her situation. Instead, she was very happy because he said that he rushed over because he was worried about her.
"Do you want to try it?" She took two steps back playfully, keeping a certain distance from him.
"Try what?" Xuan Tianming was slightly stunned, and then he reacted. Could it be that this girl wanted to fight him? But no matter how he looked at it, it looked like he was bullying a child.
But he couldn't bear to spoil her fun, so he nodded and said, "Okay." He just thought of it as accompanying her to stretch her muscles.
Feng Yuheng happily started to move, slid on his feet, and spun around to get behind him.
Xuan Tianming's reaction was not slow either. He patted the wheelchair and rushed out diagonally for a long distance.
Then Feng Yuheng shouted, "Don't use Qinggong!" and the man rushed over to attack.
Xuan Tianming learned ancient martial arts, and the moves and routines were all things Feng Yuheng had never come into contact with.
What Feng Yuheng used was the actual combat and grappling techniques she learned in the 6th War Corps in the 21st century, which focused on subduing or killing the target in a short period of time. The complete routine was just a set of military boxing, but she slightly modified it and applied it more flexibly.
Xuan Tianming became more and more surprised as the fight went on. Although Feng Yuheng was indeed as she said, with a small body that was really disappointing and so weak that he almost didn't dare to touch her little arm directly for fear of hurting her, the moves she used were something he had never seen or heard of before.
Feng Yuheng's moves didn't look gorgeous, let alone pretty. Most girls who practiced martial arts would choose light skills or swordsmanship, which looked pretty, but Feng Yuheng used close combat. Every move was fierce, tricky, and practical.
Xuan Tianming believed that if Feng Yuheng's physical condition improved, she would be able to fight even a top martial arts master with all her skills. Moreover, he vaguely felt that although this girl's skills did not seem to be assisted by internal skills, in fact, she must have a set of internal training to match it, but she had not yet mastered it.
The two fought for more than a hundred rounds before both of them stopped. Feng Yuheng was a little tired, and he leaned on his knees and panted. While panting, he waved his hands at Xuan Tianming: "No, no, my broken body gets tired after fighting for a while. Let me rest for a while, there are still many moves that I haven't used yet." After saying that, he sat on the ground and rested on his own.
He turned the wheelchair to her side, pulled off his cloak and covered her with it, "The mountain wind is cold at night, you just sweated, be careful not to catch a cold." After thinking for a while, he said, "You probably haven't practiced the internal energy of this set of moves yet, right?"
Feng Yuheng nodded. No matter whether it was ancient or modern, anyone who practiced martial arts knew that it was useless to rely solely on external moves. What was important was the internal coordination.
The ancients called this internal power and in modern times, it is known to everyone: Qigong.
"My set is a combination of fighting and grappling moves, and it also incorporates a set of military boxing." She could see Xuan Tianming's curiosity, so she took the initiative to explain it to him, "They are all close combat techniques, not very interesting to watch, but each move is very practical. And the internal strength that is combined with these moves, I call it hard qigong."
"Hard Qigong?" He pondered for a moment and analyzed it according to his own understanding: "I see that you have a lot of strength when fighting. If you have mastered the so-called hard Qigong, if an ordinary person is hit by one of your moves, I'm afraid their arms will be broken, right?"
Feng Yuheng nodded, "Almost the same, it depends on how much you have practiced. But even if I have mastered it, I am still far behind you in fighting." She had to admit that ancient martial arts were profound, "You both know Qinggong and long weapons, and when combined, I am at a disadvantage, as evidenced by these two fights."
Xuan Tianming nodded in agreement, then looked at her again with a hint of inquiry in his eyes. He changed the subject and asked her directly, "Who did you learn this from?" [End of this chapter]
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