"General Hong......"

Lian Lili wailed in pain, but a flash of inspiration flashed in her mind, and a sly look appeared in her eyes. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Lian Liyu swayed and barely supported the posture of holding a sword and a horse, bared his teeth and endured the pain and said: "General, do you know that after the election this winter, Manqing will also return to Beijing?" ”

Her original intention was to make General Hong Wujun think that he might become his father-in-law, so as to relax a little, at least for the sake of Hong Manqing's future happiness, and not to be so difficult for himself.

Sure enough, Hong Wujun kept walking back and forth beside him and stopped patrolling, his eyes were shining, as if he had encountered a great happy event, holding the coach's shelf, but he couldn't bear the joy in his eyes and asked, "Your Majesty likes courtiers?" ”

"Yes, yes."

Lian Lili nodded vigorously, already waiting for Hong Wujun to let her rest, maybe he would call a few palace people to come over to bring him tea and water, beat his legs and back, thinking about it, it was really wonderful.

Her heart was relieved, so she began to rub her sore hands and feet to retract her stiff posture, smiled very shyly at Hong Wujun, and lied without changing her face and said:

"Man Qing is pretty and cute, I have seen it since I was a child, and I thought that Man Qing was my beloved, so I think about it, General, I will also be my father-in-law in the future, kiss and kiss, naturally we have to take care of each other and help each other."

Lian Li said, accentuated the three words "old man", bit the tip of his tongue and read it again, the look of expectation in his eyes was even more obvious.

Hong Wujun's smile was even bigger.

A black shadow flashed and crackled and slammed into Lian Li's leggings, making her almost jump in pain.

"A courtier's daughter can hold this position for an hour at the age of three."

Hong Wujun played a sword flower with the wooden sword in his hand in the air again, and slapped it on Lian Li's ass at once.

"Five-year-old dares to ride a horse in the martial arts field, and a stick of incense can go around the city."

Hong Wujun said, the wooden sword in his hand was like an embroidery needle, and he picked it diagonally, and even the carp let go of the wooden sword in his hand in pain, and sat on the ground with his butt back.

"A ten-year-old who has a good whip technique, and no one can escape within ten steps."

Hong Wujun put the tip of his sword lightly, pointed straight at Lian Li, who was sitting on the ground, and raised his eyebrows and smiled:

"Your Majesty is very happy, very good, very good. Therefore, Weichen must give his full attention and strictly urge His Majesty to practice martial arts, so as not to make Qing'er temperamental and irritable in the future, and it is not good to hurt the saint. ”

Lian Lizhi looked at the tip of the sword in a daze, sweating profusely on his forehead, and immediately made a poisonous oath in his heart that he would never marry Hong Manqing, and stammered: "General Hong, do you know that the sword pointing at the Son of Heaven is going to behead him?" ”

"Really?"

Hong Wujun raised his eyebrows, put the sword back, and politely smiled behind his back: "Who dares to be disrespectful to His Majesty, Weichen will kill him first." ”

Lian Li looked at the wooden sword he was holding behind him and sweated profusely, and suddenly felt that he was in a worrying situation.

"Get up." Hong Wujun picked up the wooden sword on the ground, and threw it at Lian Li, "I've been studying for a few days, it's time to pick up the sword and practice." ”

The wooden sword flipped in the air, and by chance it hit Lian Li's head. She covered her head with tears in her eyes, sighed helplessly, and had to resign herself to her fate.

With the appearance of memory, she clumsily took a step back and forth between her legs, exhaled, and slowly raised the wooden sword in her hand in a chopping posture.

Hong Wujun frowned and looked at Lian Li's slanted sword tip, and asked Chi Chi: "Your Majesty wants to cut again?" ”

"No," Lian Limian said with a smile on Hong Wujun in front of him, "How could I make a mistake again." ”

Hong Wujun made an undeniable expression, then his face was solemn, and he lifted his wooden sword, the sword body hung down beside him extremely smoothly, and the temperament of the whole person changed instantly, and he said solemnly:

"Sword! It's your hand! You have to think of it as an extension of your arm, and learn to unite man and sword! ”

You have to learn the unity of the sword and the man.

Lian Li imitated Hong Wujun's tone in his heart, glanced at him secretly, and hurriedly put his sword and arm on the same level.

"Your arm! Whether it's offensive or defensive, make moves fast! Permit! Vicious! Hong Wujun's face was grim, and he waved the sword in his hand, the tip of the sword slashed through the air with a chilling momentum, and said in a low voice: "Quick! Permit! Vicious! Do you understand! ”

"Understood." Lian Li looked at him innocently, smiled shyly, and said timidly.

"Don't laugh! Stand up straight, understand?! Hong Wujun's face was full of business, and he paced back and forth in front of Lian Li.

"Understood." Lian Li put away his smile, stood up straight, and said loudly.

"Louder!" Hong Wujun stood in front of Lian Li and leaned over to look at her.

"Ming! White! "Even the carp roared so much that its throat was hoarse.

"Draw your sword quickly! A sword strikes the opponent in the sore spot! Hong Wujun looked down at her, said with his hands behind his back, and warned, "There is no one in the world who is slow to use a sword!" Because the sword is slow in a duel, it means that the person is dead! Pain! Do you know the sore spots? ”

"Yes!" Lian Li's subconscious roared loudly in response, his old face was red for a while, and his ears were buzzing.

"Be ruthless!" Hong Wujun yelled against her face, "Out of the sword!" ”

"Yes!"

Lian Li's face tightened, his eyes froze, he quickly took a step forward with his left leg, and poked forward quickly with a sword in his right hand, and the tip of the sword hit Hong Wujun's crotch like an arrow!

A big hand quickly pinched the tip of the wooden sword, and Hong Wujun, who was standing in front of Lian Li, tightly clamped the tip of the sword stabbed by Lian Li with two fingers, and his face turned black.

"General Hong?" Lian Li, maintaining the posture of the sword, looked up at him, with a nervous and innocent face, showed a row of cute teeth and said, "Mistake." ”

"Your Majesty uses a sword for the first time, and it is naturally okay if there is a little mistake." Hong Wujun smiled on his face, gritted his teeth gloomily and said, "Weichen is also the first time to find out, Your Majesty is really looking for someone's sore spots." ”

"How dare you, fortunately, it's still a wooden sword, it's not good if it hurts the general." Lian Li's face was innocent, and he said sincerely: "If you don't learn well, if you continue to practice today, I'm afraid I will poke a few more times if I am not careful, and I hope that adults will not care." ”

Hong Wujun's face darkened even more: "What does Your Majesty want?" ”

"I don't dare to do anything." Lian Li smiled sincerely, withdrew the wooden sword in his hand and glanced out of the field, then turned around and smiled, "I've practiced long enough today, but my little Zhun Er is in a hurry." ”

The corners of Hong Wujun's mouth twitched, he looked at the hour, then at Lian Li, and waved helplessly to signal that he could leave.

Lian Lili happily dropped the sword in his hand and ran to the edge of the field, shouting at the figure on the field from a long distance: "Small-quasi-son-"

Hong Wujun in the field picked up the wooden sword on the ground, looked over there, and the helpless look on his face was closed, and then a complicated look appeared.

In the autumn of the fifteenth year of Tianjin, Hong Wujun, the general of Xuanyuan on the South Road of Great Wei, stood on the huge Dongwei martial arts arena and seriously thought about an extremely important matter.

My daughters are seventeen years old this year, do you like the simple-minded Your Majesty, or do you like the good-looking Xiangfu sick seedling?

Thinking about it, General Hong shook his head again and sighed.

Children and grandchildren have their own children and grandchildren, Qing'er quarreled with the black boy surnamed Wei in Duanzhou for three days, but in his eyes, it was two young people flirting and scolding.

Flirting and scolding...... A mixed look of melancholy appeared on his face.

Speaking of this kind of thing......

Maybe I'll have to hug my grandson in two years......

But how the hell could he let that Wei Laohei's son marry his own daughter?!

He looked at the two people who were leaving side by side and sighed, and a strange thought suddenly flashed in his mind.

Perhaps, should you hold a martial arts competition for your daughter?