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Song Yichen taught Wen Xiaoluo to practice martial arts, in fact, most of the time it was just verbal, or occasionally demonstrated to her. But he has never really shown his martial arts, and every time he demonstrates it to Wen Xiaoluo, his movements are clearly not like people with profound skills. It's just some simple movements, and there is no internal force at all. But it's clear that his moves are all ......

Wen Xiaoluo glanced at Song Yichen, who was standing on the side with his back hand, dressed in a crescent-colored robe, wearing a pure white fox fur, the soft green silk hung down on his chest, and a pair of cold eyes were hanging down at the moment. The silver-white moonlight projected onto his body, shining with wisps of light, which lined the son like jade. He didn't talk much in the first place, and now he doesn't talk much. And many of the words of fragility and flattery on that day seem to be just illusions. Now Song Yichen has regained his previous indifference.

"Why don't you practice?" At this time, Song Yichen, who had been silent all this time, suddenly opened his bloodless lips and spoke. At the same time, he raised his eyes, his calm eyes glanced at Wen Xiaoluo lightly, and resumed his previous movements, without saying anything more.

Wen Xiaoluo immediately came back to his senses, retracted his gaze, and said stiffly: "It's not ......" and then continued to practice martial arts. It's just that he just lifted the sword, but he saw Song Yichen frowning and coming over, holding her hand and turning it back, without a trace of strength, but it made people feel that the sword was like a rainbow, and then he only heard him whisper: "There have been mistakes here many times, if you make a mistake again next time...... the next time" The latter words were hidden in Song Yichen's mouth. He quietly glanced at the hands of the two who were almost holding each other, and then slowly let go of Wen Xiaoluo.

"I see." This time, Wen Xiaoluo didn't avoid Song Yichen like before, but touched the hand that was touched by Song Yichen with his other hand, and then hummed softly. A small face still has the same expression, which makes people can't guess what she thinks in her heart......

In his previous life, Wen Cheng could be said to be incomprehensible in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, but he was quite talented in martial arts. It's just that for some reason, this life can almost be said to be completely opposite to the previous life. She has no talent in martial arts, and Song Yichen taught her moves. Learned over and over again. But the effect is always unsatisfactory, and even the words are a little heavier, the bones of Wen Xiaoluo in this world are not suitable for learning martial arts at all. What's even funnier is. In the previous life, he was not good at piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, but in this life, he came easily.

Looking at the sword that fell again, Wen Xiaoluo didn't know whether to cry or laugh. But the hand did not hesitate, and immediately picked it up again, wanting to continue practicing. But at this time, Song Yichen suddenly spoke: "I'm here tonight." If you go back late, you will be suspicious. After saying that, Song Yichen approached Wen Xiaoluo, took the sword in her hand without a beak, and then walked first.

Wen Xiaoluo looked at his empty palm, and the doubts in his heart were getting deeper and deeper. She didn't know what Song Yichen was thinking in her heart, what was she doing this to her now? He is such a smart person, everything he does must have his reasons, and it is certain that everything he does can bring him a lot of benefits. She was even a little skeptical. Did Song Yichen already know what she was thinking? Now it's just for her because I want to see her jokes......

The more I thought about it, the more chilling I became, and my heart couldn't help but sink gradually. Wen Xiaoluo looked at Song Yichen's back, which was still a little thin now, but extremely good-looking. A word popped up in my head, femme fatale. The more beautiful something is, the more toxic it is. If these words are used to describe Song Yichen, I am afraid it is the best. Suddenly, I felt a little lucky, and I saw a lot of things clearly. Even with his feelings for Song Yichen at the beginning, he has gradually let go now. She admitted that she still has Song Yichen in her heart. There are even times when I look at his beautiful face. She couldn't help but blush. But that's just about it.

The cheapest and most precious thing in the world is human feelings. may have loved someone a moment ago. The next moment, you may hate that person to the core. Wen Xiaoluo is afraid that this is the case for Song Yichen, even if he still has feelings for Song Yichen in his heart. But these feelings are so insignificant compared to the revenge of killing a husband and killing a father......

Wen Xiaoluo retracted his thoughts and chased after Song Yichen. The tall and short figures looked a little ethereal in the night sky, as if the wisps of cooking smoke would be blown away by the wind the next moment. Disappear completely......

When Song Yichen returned to the mansion, there was a little sweat on his forehead, and his cheeks were slightly red. Now the two of them live in a room, so when Wen Xiaoluo returned to the room, he only glanced at it inadvertently through the light in the corridor, but he didn't take it to heart. Today is a little colder for some reason than the previous days. Today, Wen Xiaoluo felt a burst of chill when he was practicing, but fortunately, after practicing for a long time, his body slowly felt warmer. When I got to the back, I didn't feel cold anymore. It's just that what she didn't expect at all was that Song Yichen had a high fever on the second day......

It stands to reason that the higher the martial arts, the better the physique, and the wind chill and the like have always been difficult to obtain. It's just that this Song Yichen is not like that at all, and his body is very bad. The weak body is more delicate than that of the daughter's family, and it seems that it is about to fall when the wind blows. Early this morning, if it wasn't for the maid next to me who found it in time, I'm afraid this person would have to burn out.

Song Yichen was sick, and the Song Mansion was extremely nervous. Old Man Song left everything and stayed by Song Yichen's side, and Song An and Yun Fang were naturally there. Except for Wen Xiaoluo, almost everyone came.

Song Yichen's bedroom was surrounded by people who came, and the room, which was originally not small, felt a little crowded when he turned around at the moment. Old Man Song's face was solemn, looking at Song Yichen who was dying on the bed, his face was very ugly. Yun Fang sat on the side and kept wiping Song Yichen's flushed face. This time he was much sicker than ever, there were so many people in the room, Song Yichen didn't seem to feel it, his eyes were still closed, and his mouth kept muttering something because he was a little confused. The pale face, coupled with a somewhat stubborn look between the eyebrows, looks very distressing.

Yun Fang's heart ached, and she held back the tears in her eyes and didn't want to disturb Song Yichen because of her crying.

"Chongxi's matter can't be delayed any longer." (To be continued.) )