"Okay, Zilu, let's hurry up, or we're going to be late." Aunt Qing kept urging while helping Zhao Zilu pack up her things.

Zhao Zilu looked at her face and couldn't help laughing, Aunt Qing's hand is skillful, this face has been carefully wiped by her, and yesterday's palm print is not only invisible, but has become more beautiful.

"Okay, stop laughing, let's go."

The things have been packed, and Aunt Qing hurriedly pulled Zhao Zilu to the outside of the palace, and arrived at King Jing's Mansion.

As soon as they arrived at the palace, Zhao Zilu and Aunt Qing ran to the backyard of King Jing's mansion, where Feng Feng Jing had already practiced his sword.

"Here we are."

Feng Fengjing didn't look back, he didn't have to think about it, he knew who it was.

Zhao Zilu smiled, and then quickly stepped forward: "I have written down that sword technique, but how can I pick up the sword?" ”

"Practice internal strength."

Feng Feng kept changing his moves, and at this time his swordsmanship was as pure as fire.

"So, how am I going to practice?"

Zhao Zilu looked at Feng Fengjing, at this time, his posture of practicing swords was really getting more and more handsome, so handsome that people felt like they wanted to pounce when they saw it, of course, the premise was that they were not afraid of the sword in his hand.

"See the wood over there? Move them all to the front yard and come back like the front yard. ”

Feng Fengjing ignored Zhao Zilu's eyes, and then continued to practice swordsmanship, although his martial arts are very high, but there are more strong players in the strong, and his brother is one.

Zhao Zilu looked in the direction that Feng Fengjing said, and instantly had an urge to die, there were more than 100 pieces of wood, and the roots were more than 50 catties, he not only wanted her to go back to the front yard like this, but also came back from the front yard, not deliberately manipulating her.

"If you don't want to be bullied in the palace, then you are like that, no one forces you."

As if to see through Zhao Zilu's thoughts, Feng Fengjing withdrew the sword in his hand, walked towards Zhao Zilu gracefully, and threw her a smug look.

Zhao Zilu glanced at Feng Fengjing angrily, what he said was not wrong, she couldn't always let others save her, she had to learn to be self-reliant, so she gritted her teeth and rushed towards the pile of wood, so she competed with the wood one morning.

"Lord Wang, will it be too fast to do this now?"

Two hours later, Aunt Qing couldn't help but worry, at this time, Zhao Zi's favorite hands were all blistered, and some even broke their skin and bled out.

"If you want to see her dead in the palace, then call her back."

Feng Fengjing didn't look up, just sat on the side, watching quietly, there was no fluctuation in his eyes, but no one knew that his heart was already surging at this time, but he couldn't be soft-hearted, if he was soft-hearted, then it would hurt her.

"Ahh

Another blood bubble burst in his hand, Zhao Zilu frowned tightly, glanced into the distance, and saw Feng Fengjing still sitting there heartlessly, he couldn't help but get angry, but then he thought about it, this is what he must do, and it is useless to complain about him, because no one else can help him in this matter.

Thinking about it, her heart calmed down, she looked at her hands, and used all her strength to move the wood in front of her to the front yard, but the wood was too heavy, one accidentally, slipped, and the wood fell from her hand and smashed directly on her feet: "Ah." ”

Zhao Zilu shouted in pain.

"Zilu, Zilu, it's okay, we won't practice today, okay."

Aunt Qing was shocked when she saw it, she hurriedly ran to Zhao Zilu's side and helped her up, she was far away just now, and she always felt that the wound was not so strict, but now when she looked closely, Zhao Zilu's hands were blurred with flesh and blood, and many blood blisters had been broken, and tears couldn't help but slip from the corners of her eyes.

Zhao Zilu glanced at Feng Fengjing, who was still calm and unintentional in the distance, she stood up stubbornly, dragged her injured foot, and ran to the wood in front of her again: Feng Fengjing, did you practice like this before?

Okay, how can I, Zhao Zilu, make you look down on me, if I don't finish these woods today, I will never come to this Jingwang Mansion again.