Wushuang couldn't help but be overjoyed, his face turned even redder, his head was lowered to his chest, and his voice was inaudible: "Madame treats me like a daughter, and it is all up to Madame to make decisions for me." ”

Madame couldn't help but smile and bent her eyes, and the corners of her good-looking mouth were slightly upturned: "Yuan Yi can marry such a good girl as you, it is also his blessing, let's rest early after dinner, these days are really hard for you." ”

Zheng Liuyi came out of Zheng Zongwen's room and saw Wushuang standing on the edge of the arch of the courtyard from a distance, with a cowardly expression and hesitation under his feet, presumably waiting for him, as if he felt embarrassed in his heart.

"Wushuang, come and help me." Zheng Liuyi immediately pretended to be difficult to walk, and smiled secretly in his heart, it must be the cheap old mother who found out the family affair with Wushuang, this little lady is quite shy.

Seeing this, Wushuang walked quickly and grabbed Zheng Liuyi's arm, and said, "I'll help you go back to the room to rest, and you will eat dinner in the room." ”

"Lady, why don't you sleep for your husband tonight?" Zheng Liuyi looked at Wushuang and smiled evilly.

"Zheng Yuanyi, the little woman treats you sincerely, I didn't expect you to be so light on me!" Wushuang stomped his feet, wanting to let go of his hand, but he couldn't bear it in his heart, "If you are committed to practicing the slave family, you don't want this family slave family." ”

This girl has a very strong temperament!

Seeing Wushuang's white face, Zheng Liuyi knew that this joke was too big. After all, this is not modern, how can you afford such a joke, so she broke away from Wushuang's arm and bowed: "Wushuang is not strange, it must be that my brain injury has not healed, and I am too happy in my heart, and even my words are out of control for a while, you don't have to go to your heart." ”

Wushuang saw that his attitude was humble, and most of his anger had disappeared, and he heard him say that it was because he was happy that he was so carried away, but his heart was occupied by joy for eight points.

Give him three points of color and he will be able to open a dyeing shop, and you can't get used to him.

So Wushuang grabbed Zheng Liuyi's arm again, with a cold face, without saying a word, and sent Zheng Liuyi back to the room.

In order to stick to Wushuang, Zheng Liuyi was really tired enough this afternoon, and he didn't bother to wash up after dinner, so he got up early and lay down.

The antique interior, carved bed, and soft bedding exude a light fragrance, which is very comfortable to lie on. Despite the pain and sleepiness, Zheng Liuyi could not sleep.

Think about it, if you can sleep peacefully after encountering such a big change, how much you will learn.

What kind of world did you come into? He even shamelessly snatched away, deprived others of their lives, and became a sixteen-year-old boy. Zheng Liuyi lay on the bed, stroking his body that was ten years younger, looking at this strange world, thinking about the past that he couldn't go back to, and the guilt of taking away and the fear of the strange world hit his heart together.

Zheng Liuyi silently thought in his heart: Although it is God's arrangement, I have deprived my son of his life, and I will take on the responsibility of being someone's son.

Otherwise, wouldn't I, Zheng Liuyi, become a shameless and evil demon?

Thinking about his life, it should be regarded as ill-fated. In his previous life, he was born in a martial arts family, and his father Zheng Songchang was the thirteenth generation of Zheng's Taijiquan, and Taiji Kung Fu has been perfected. Zheng Songchang wanted Zheng Liuyi to inherit his mantle, and when he grew up, he would open a museum to teach apprentices, inherit the national arts, and carry it forward.

Therefore, Zheng Liuyi has been extremely strict since he was a child, began to practice Taijiquan at the age of five, and reached the realm of "understanding strength" at the age of eighteen, and has a very high talent for martial arts, especially Taiji guns and big rods, with extraordinary attainments, and even can be shoulder-to-shoulder with his father, which also makes Zheng Songchang old and happy.

But Zheng Liuyi didn't want to make a living by teaching boxing in a remote mountain village for the rest of his life, so he was admitted to the metallurgical department of the university in the college entrance examination and worked in the steel mill after graduation.

When the college student arrived at the enterprise, he was only used as a worker, Zheng Liuyi's heart was very different, and he couldn't stand the roasting stove fire and the coal ash in the workshop, so Zheng Liuyi chose to resign.

With his rich knowledge of literature and history and good writing, Zheng Liuyi was admitted to Binjiang Evening News across the border and became a newspaper reporter.

But the competition among various media is fierce, and the life of the newspaper is not easy, often in order to exclusively report and grab the headlines, and work overtime late at night.

This time the undercover agent is a pit, Zheng Liuyi thought hatefully.

In order to dig up the inside story and grab the headlines, the newspaper even disregarded his own life. Recalling the amiable smile of the leader, it's really fucking disgusting, usually the leader either urges the draft with a straight face, or forces the reporter to go out for an interview with a straight face, when have you ever smiled at yourself? Haven't you liked that you can fight and run fast?

blamed himself for being obsessed, seeing the policewoman Feng Min's pretty face, hot body, and pretending to be a couple, she agreed without even thinking about it.

There is a knife on the head of the color word, and it is drunk to urge people to grow old.

This is true.

Thank God for giving me the opportunity to live a life again.

I hope that in this world, chrysanthemums are just a flower, bananas are just a fruit, and there is no yin and yang contract in the entertainment industry.

When he is a teenager, he has the wisdom of his twenties, understands modern science and technology, and has the accumulation of 5,000 years of Chinese civilization in his heart.

It's just that I don't know what era this is, looking at the decoration and furniture in this room, there is not even a chair, only a low table and a couch, this kind of furnishings, at least before the Tang Dynasty, right?

The time span of this crossing is really large enough. There is no doubt that this is an era of cold weapons, so my Tai Chi Kung Fu, no matter what kind of master I meet here, there should be no problem in saving my life. You must know that the development of Chinese martial arts reached its peak in the Ming and Qing dynasties, and the martial arts of this era should not be worth mentioning.

After changing my body, is my Tai Chi still there?

Thinking of this, Zheng Liuyi sat up suddenly, got up and got out of bed.

Holding the bird's tail, like a seal, lazy clothes, a trick is used, plausible, there is no subtle and introverted artistic conception of Taijiquan, rigidity and softness, Zheng Liuyi couldn't help but be shocked, and a trace of cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

originally thought that this family kung fu would become a means of saving life here, but who thought that it was just a façade.

Zheng Liuyi poured himself a glass of water, sat down and thought slowly.

Maybe it's because your soul and body haven't fully fused yet? Or is it the lack of muscle memory in the current body? Why don't you start with boxing and slowly pick up your kung fu?

Zheng Liuyi calmed down, loosened his waist and lowered his hips, and practiced from the old frame of Zheng's Taijiquan to the first and second roads of the small frame, and completely practiced the family boxing method.

Gradually, the mind, energy, form, and spirit tend to be harmonious.

Zheng Liuyi felt that his body was light and healthy, the spiritual platform was empty, and his whole body was indescribably comfortable. At this time, looking at the furniture in the house, there is a faint sense of familiarity and intimacy, as if this is the place where I have lived for many years.

Could it be that the host's memories have returned?!