Fengming, overly excited the night before, woke up early the next day, forced by her biological clock. She ran, washed, dressed, ate, and read the newspaper. She directed Shufeng through more than a dozen changes of clothing, a task that took the better part of an hour. Finally, she donned her first set of grass-green, wide-sleeved, flowing-cloud ruche and left the palace for the Third Prince's residence.
When they arrived at the Third Prince's mansion, they realized they were early. Feng Xiyun and Tu Nan hadn't arrived yet. As soon as Kan Zhe saw the eldest princess' carriage, he informed the Third Prince that the eldest princess was visiting. The Third Prince Feng Xun couldn't wait to come out and meet Feng Ming himself.
"Oh, Xiao Ming'er, you finally decided to come to Third Uncle's house. Come in quickly. I've collected a lot of interesting things recently, and I'm waiting for you to appreciate them."
Feng Xun was a complete daughter slave. Ever since she decided to treat Feng Ming as her own daughter, she'd been sending gifts to the Weiyang Palace every three days, a small one, and a large one every five days. She'd also collect anything interesting she came across to please Feng Ming. If it weren't for the fact that Feng Xun's sons were grown up, their father's doting on them would have made her jealous.
"Niece greets Uncle San." Fengming still remembered to greet first. Children who know how to behave politely are more likable.
"Uncle San, what interesting things have you collected? You are so partial and never offer some to your nephew." As soon as he stepped through the door, Feng Xiyun's voice came from behind him. He and Tuanan had arrived.
"Hey, Xiyun, you're talking nonsense again. That broad axe, those double guns, and that divine arm bow, which one wasn't prepared for you by me." Feng Xun turned around and greeted Feng Xiyun with a smile. They were used to joking with each other.
Tunan and Feng Xiyun walked quickly to the door and bowed to the Third Prince together.
"Nephew meets Uncle San"
"I, Tunan, have met the Third Prince."
Feng Xun stroked his beard and smiled, telling them not to be so polite. He then asked, "Well, is this the second young master of the Tu family?"
"Exactly," Tunan replied with a smile.
"Yes, Third Uncle, this is the Tu family's second son, the most talented man in the world. He has recently been traveling in Beijing. Yesterday, I discussed with him about practicing martial arts, so today I came to borrow your martial arts arena."
Feng Xiyun was an impatient person and wanted to get to the martial arts arena quickly. He didn't want to listen to them chatting here for a long time.
"Oh, Second Young Master, you know martial arts. In the past, I only heard that you are a master of poetry and painting." Feng Xunwu didn't like to deal with intellectuals. He just had some friendship with Tu Nan because he went to the Tu family to study. Now when he heard that Tu Nan knew martial arts, he immediately became interested.
"Please forgive me for laughing, Third Prince. I just practiced some basic martial arts to strengthen my body."
"Okay, okay, let's go. Let's go to the martial arts arena first, and then we can talk slowly later." Feng Xiyun said as he came up and pushed the Third Prince towards the martial arts arena. Feng Ming smiled helplessly at Tu Nan and followed behind.
The training ground of the Third Prince's Mansion covers a very large area. Since Feng Xun would lead his troops for training at home from time to time, all kinds of weapons were also fully prepared. This was exactly what Cao Pi described in "Guangling Watching the Troops": "Spears and swords formed a mountain forest, and the black armor was dazzling."
Arriving at the martial arts arena, soldiers from the Third Prince's mansion were training. Feng Xiyun dragged Tu Nan along, ready to begin the drill. In the midst of the chaos, Tu Nan turned around and bowed to Feng Xun and Feng Ming. He also gave Feng Ming a gentle smile, and Feng Ming's worried mood strangely calmed down.
Feng Xiyun and Tu Nan walked to the center of the training ground, neither of them holding weapons. They took up stances with bare hands and looked stern.
"This Tu Nan has a good aura, he doesn't look like he only knows some superficial kung fu." The Third Prince beside him suddenly spoke. Feng Ming didn't understand and naturally didn't realize anything, but Feng Xun, who had been on the battlefield for a long time, could tell the difference at a glance.
Could it be that Tunan is hiding his true abilities?
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