He Zhe's car didn't have Leng Junling's liking, so he temporarily let people change the club's racing car, the fiery red body with sharp black lines, like a ball of blood, Leng Junling put on the racing hat, the staff closed the door for her, and the group drove the car to the starting line and stopped, a chase competition is about to begin! Every day after lunch, Sir Duowei will carry Leng Junling to the yard to practice for a few hours, although most of Sir Duowei are sitting on the side and laughing at Leng Junling's troubles, but after half a month, Leng Junling not only has some simple swordsmanship foundation, but her body is also much better, and she has grown ten centimeters, which finally let her get rid of the embarrassing situation of being as high as the sword!

Leng Junling has actually been very strange, as a nobleman, why would the Contantin family take such good care of their little orphan, although they still have to do some simple chores, but in this year, even Lady Anna has to go to the field to farm with the farmer or go out hunting with the hunter, raising one more child will still make life a lot more burdensome, but the people in the Contantine fiefdom are very friendly, and the difficult life does not polarize people's identities, but becomes more and more harmonious!

In general, except for not being able to see her brother Dante, Leng Junling's life is still very comfortable now!Of course, except when Sir Dowey taught her to practice swordsmanship!

After lunch at noon on this day, after helping Aunt Meney clean up the table, Leng Junling was carried to the courtyard by Sir Duowei, and the two stood still in the courtyard, and Sir Duowei said: "Pooh, little girl, what kind of attack do you think swordsmanship is?"

"Speed, tricks!" Leng Junling quickly made a few chopping movements, and exerted force on his waist, which looked like a good look!

"No, no, no, swordsmanship is an art, not just a list of tricks or sheer speed!" Sir Dowee strode through the courtyard, shaking his head full of messy red curls!

Leng Junling stared at Sir Duowei with ice-blue eyes, if the uncle in front of him was not a sir, he was definitely suitable to be a god stick, he had fooled her into doing a lot of stupid things in the past half a month, and it was also called special training, as long as he opened his mouth in such a super mysterious tone, Leng Junling knew that he was definitely going to be unlucky!

Sure enough, Sir Duowei turned around and went back to Leng Junling's side, bent down and blinked, and the 50-year-old uncle began to sell cuteness: "We won't practice swordsmanship today, how about catching birds in the woods?"

"How do you catch birds, with nets or arrows?"

"No, no, no, it's so boring, let's catch it with our hands!" Sir Duowei's eyes flashed brightly, but Leng Junling heard that his head was full of black lines, and he subconsciously looked at his little bean Ding figure and looked at Sir Duowei's beer belly like six months pregnant, only to feel a burst of despair!

Pitifully stared at Sir Duowei with wide eyes to dispel this ridiculous idea, but Sir Duowei turned a blind eye, and happily reached out and patted Leng Junling's shoulder and pushed her towards the forest: "Come on, my little lion, it will be interesting!"

"I just think that I will be scolded by Mrs. Anna if I come back with mud again!" Thinking about the spicy Mrs. Anna, Leng Junling wrinkled her little face like a little bitter gourd!

"Well, don't think too much about my child, what you need is courage and the courage to go forward and conquer difficulties, I guess this little trouble will not bother you, right?"

"You just fool me, I'm really a coaxing three-year-old child!" Leng Junling slandered in his heart, pouting and reluctantly dragged into the forest by Sir Dowe!

The forest in winter is very cold, the first heavy snow of winter just fell a few days ago, the land in the entire forest is ***** has not yet frozen, the foot will leave a deep mark as soon as you step on it, people have short calves, Leng Junling is walking more and more laborious, Sir Duowei is not affected at all in front of him with his head held high, looking at Leng Junling several times to fall down laughed and kept urging: "Hurry up, child, the birds will fly away if you rub them again!"

"Sir Dwee, in addition to crows and owls in winter, where are there birds, you lie!" Leng Junling frowned, and his heart was so depressed that he was about to vomit blood. The pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info really can't resist Sir Dowe's daily tossing, how did this uncle come up with these messy things, can't he teach her swordsmanship moves well?

"I don't lie, you see!" Sir Duowei stretched out his finger to his lips and made a quiet gesture, that is, he turned Leng Junling's head back, and following Sir Duowei's fingers, Leng Junling found that the pheasant that had been yellowish five meters away was looking down at the snowdrift, followed by a nest of chicks covered with gray-brown spots!

"Look, my child, there's broth to drink tonight!"

Looking at Sir Dowey with disdain, that's what you call a bird, but you're a glutton, aren't you??????

Leng Junling, who was shaken again, looked at the covetous gaze of the pheasant in Sir Duowei's eyes and immediately rolled his eyes, how did this Mr. Sir become a nobleman, Aunt Meney said that this Sir was brave and good at fighting when he was young, but now Leng Junling has deep doubts about Aunt Menny's statement, and now Sir Duowei only looks like a noble lord in stature!

For Leng Junling's suspicious gaze, Sir Duowei coughed lightly twice, and directly pushed Leng Junling forward: "Tonight's broth depends on you, oh little girl, go quickly, conquer your prey!"

The corners of Leng Junling's mouth couldn't help twitching, he was no longer able to complain, he didn't have a bow and arrow in his hand, he could only step into the snow with one foot deep and one foot shallow, and approached the prey little by little!

The prey in the forest in winter has always been the ration of the people in the fiefdom, seeing that these animals are all learned, instinctively flapping their wings and about to run, Leng Junling sighed, his legs were forced, and he suddenly accelerated towards the panicked pheasant and pounced on him, only to see the other party's wings, fluttering over Leng Junling's head, and instantly Leng Junling used too much force and plunged into the snowdrift at once, a few chicken feathers fell, and Sir Duowei immediately held the beer belly and laughed!

"Uh, damn it!" Leng Junling got up from the snow in embarrassment, slapped the snowflakes on his body vigorously and became angry, his eyes stared at the pheasant that seemed to be laughing at himself at this time, and rushed forward again!

Constantly jumping, rolling, and fluttering, the pheasant is like a hanging, and the tossing Leng Junling is miserable, not to mention that he didn't even touch the other party's tail, Sir Duowei on the side has been paralyzed by laughter, and he is still waving his arms and shouting: "That's it, little lion, work harder, be more flexible, yes, be steady under your feet, jump higher, do a good job my little girl!"