There's something wrong with his/her brain.
Su Jiaoniang was once again certain that the Lu family's genes were very strange, extremely obsessive and selfish.
Fortunately, she had already broken off the relationship.
Turning around, he saw Lu Wujiu standing in the courtyard watching the children practice martial arts: "Want me to teach you lightness skill?"
“Okay!” Lu Wujiu walked out of the courtyard.
The three children who were practicing martial arts turned their heads as the two left. However, a dark shadow landed on the ground. Lu Wujiu had left, and the children's martial arts lessons still had to continue.
Zhao Han was holding a whip, but he wouldn't actually hit anyone.
However, carrying a whip can have a deterrent effect to some extent.
Fu Tu stared at Lu Wujiu's back, calculating in his mind where Chang Dali had gone. Lucheng was not far from the capital, but it was not close either. If he rode a horse day and night without complaint, he could reach it in a day and a night. If he walked, it would take six or seven days.
Chang Dali is a bit slow-witted and stubborn, but he's strong and burly.
This kind of pedestrian walkway is the most suitable.
If all goes well, Jun Chaoyang will come from the capital within a month to find Rong Zhen's so-called weakness.
I definitely don't want Lu Wujiu to be my stepfather.
The reason is simple: he doesn't like people who resemble the person in his dreams.
Lu Wujiu turned around and met Futu's gaze. His eyes changed slightly before landing on Su Jiaoniang. He asked without changing his expression, "That poet named Li Bai, has he produced any other masterpieces?"
"There are so many!" Su Jiaoniang wasn't a poet and didn't understand the sentiments of those romantics.
However, I still admire and like the poems of Li Bai and Du Fu.
Whether it's "The Road to Shu is Hard" or "Drinking Alone Under the Moon," both carry an extremely carefree and literary temperament.
"For example?" Lu Wujiu prompted.
Su Jiaoniang scoffed and turned to look at Lu Wujiu: "You want to hear it? I'll tell you then?"
"It serves as tuition for learning martial arts." Lu Wujiu's eyes were filled with helplessness.
It was clearly in his name, but now he wants to hear it but can't; he has to make an exchange. What a waste of being a prince.
“Alright, the great poet Li Bai also wrote a poem called ‘The Road to Shu is Hard.’” Su Jiaoniang said, reciting: “Alas! How perilous and high! The road to Shu is harder than ascending to heaven…”
After reciting the poem with feeling, Su Jiaoniang closed her mouth and rubbed the goosebumps on her arms. Every time she recited poetry in this time and space, she would get a creepy feeling.
The difficulty of the Shu Road is enough to make one's ears ring.
Lu Wujiu murmured, "How can I bow and scrape before the powerful and wealthy, making me unable to be happy?"
The gaze fell on Su Jiaoniang. The woman was valiant and decisive, a truly righteous person, but she lacked the depth to compose such a poem.
This kind of poetry requires not only profound knowledge but also talent.
It seems that somewhere he was unaware, there really was a person named Li Bai.
Who knows, the woman's nimble martial arts skills were taught by Li Bai.
"What weapons is Li Bai skilled with?" Lu Wujiu asked.
Su Jiaoniang was taken aback, wondering why he would ask such a question. Could it be that the dignified Regent had become a fan of Li Bai because of the poem "The Road to Shu is Hard" and wanted to know more about the man's life?
She glanced sideways at the man beside her; he was cold and indifferent, seemingly unconcerned about anything.
"Skilled with swords!" A person like a sword immortal should naturally like using swords.
That's what Su Jiaoniang thought. And that's what she said.
A dark glint flashed in Lu Wujiu's eyes. Such a talented person who loved swordsmanship was someone that neither Qi nor Zhou seemed to have. Could he be a reclusive master who had not yet emerged from the world?
With a guess flashing through his mind, he went to the back mountain and began to teach Su Jiaoniang light-body skills.
Whether it's light-body skills or ordinary fist and foot techniques, generally speaking, one needs to start building a foundation from a very young age. At a woman's current age, it's already very difficult to achieve significant results.
However, since one person wants to try and the other is looking to get closer, neither would say anything that would discourage the other.
The night and the moonlight intertwined on the mountain.
Su Jiaoniang followed behind Lu Wujiu, sweat dripping down her face. She was exhausted and struggling to breathe, feeling a sense of suffocation in the back of her neck. No beginning is easy.
The two returned to the foot of the mountain in the dead of night.
The children who practice martial arts have already washed up and gone to bed.
The two parted ways and returned to their respective rooms.
The tightly closed door clicked open from the outside.
Su Jiaoniang opened her eyes from her deep sleep.
Lu Wujiu in the opposite room stood up.
The two looked outside.
Lu Defu and Old Zhu walked in from outside.
What are these two old men doing? Are they trying to steal in the middle of the night?
Su Jiaoniang's eyes widened. She never imagined that someone of her age could be so shameless as to do such sneaky things.
Lu Defu pushed open the kitchen door and glanced inside; nothing had been moved.
Old Zhu, on the other hand, stared wide-eyed at the sight of meat, eggs, and fish, swallowing hard. The Lu family only ate meat during festivals these days.
He cursed Su Jiaoniang's ancestors for eighteen generations in his heart. So many things, and she didn't even think to send them to the old family home to show her filial piety.
They really are ungrateful wretches.
"Old man, that slut has money. She goes to the docks every day to sell cold noodles, and she doesn't even have to give the money to that hussy," Old Zhu said, her eyes filled with greed.
They identified the doors to the rooms and headed towards Xiaoya's room.
Su Jiaoniang couldn't bear to watch any longer, so she followed behind the two of them.
Seeing that they were about to push open the door to Xiaoya's room, he reached out and patted them on the shoulders.
The person who pushed the door paused for a moment, then turned around and saw Su Jiaoniang with her long hair disheveled. They took a step back abruptly, their eyes almost popping out of their sockets in fright.
"What are you doing here? Stealing?" Su Jiaoniang asked.
Old Zhu's mouth went dry instantly; she couldn't even explain this kind of thing.
Lu Defu said seriously, pulling Old Zhu Shi closer to him: "I, as her grandfather, haven't seen my granddaughter in a long time. I miss her, so I came to see her!"
"..." Su Jiaoniang wanted to draw her sword.
She's a police officer; she can't kill people arbitrarily.
Staring at the two shameless people, he couldn't think of a way to punish them for a moment.
According to later laws, trespassing should be punished with up to 15 days of detention, a fine of up to 200 yuan, or a warning.
However, these laws have made it difficult for Su Jiaoniang to find peace of mind.
"Since they won't let us see the child, we'll just leave," Lu Defu muttered, leading Old Zhu out.
After leaving Su Jiaoniang's courtyard, he closed the door behind him.
Lu Wujiu walked out of the room, his face turning cold. Even severing ties couldn't keep things quiet over there?
Do those people want to leave Sweetwater Village?
"What do you want to do with them?" he asked as he walked up to Su Jiaoniang.
Su Jiaoniang took a breath and looked at the man: "I'm sorry you had to see this."
"No." To him, this wasn't a joke; he himself was part of the joke.
"Do you need any help?" Lu Wujiu heard himself say this.
"No need, let me think." Su Jiaoniang was truly exhausted. These people actually wanted to steal Xiaoya's money; it was something no human being would do.
I really want to scream like a chuunibyou (a person with delusions of grandeur), "Destroy the world!"
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