Kung Fu and Kung Fu are actually integrated, only some differences in skills, but the soul is strength and strain.

Ling Kun's seventh-level Purple Ling Divine Skill happened to be the soul of all Kung Fu.

So it was easy for him to learn, and within a few days he had already knocked his master off his horse.

Relatively speaking, it is a little difficult to learn the bow and arrow, although it is not a problem to draw the bow, but he just can't shoot accurately.

Zhao Mingyue came to inspect from time to time, and when she saw Ling Kun's archery skills, she gritted her teeth and stomped her feet with hatred, and scolded: "Why are you so stupid, pigs are stronger than you." ”

Ling Kun was not convinced, Yang Yang raised the bow and arrow in his hand and said: "What do you call me stupid, obviously this thing is stupid, you see I was going to shoot you, but I can't aim at you, I have to calculate the parabola, I'm a physicist?" ”

"What parabola? What physics? Zhao Mingyue wondered.

"That's it...... Forget it, I can't tell, I'm saying why not make something more powerful, like gunpowder as a power, or like your boat, donkey, and so on. ”

Zhao Mingyue has been smart since she was a child, and likes to tinker with some small inventions, and the donkey grinding boat she invented at the age of 16 has been widely used in the Great Song Dynasty sailors. So when he heard Ling Kun's seemingly unrealistic idea, his eyes lit up and he asked, "Do you know how to make it?" ”

Ling Kun shook his head, if all the conditions were right, let him build a car, maybe it would be possible, but when it came to making guns, he didn't even understand the basic principles.

Zhao Mingyue glared at him and said, "I won't quibble about anything, practice hard, otherwise I will whip you with a whip." He said and waved the whip in his hand.

Ling Kun was allergic to Zhao Mingyue's whip, and he actually made rapid progress that day. Zhao Mingyue was very proud, and happily invited Ling Kun to eat again.

Ling Kun is not a problem with food and clothing at present, and he is not interested in eating, but he can sit opposite Zhao Mingyue, and he is happy if he doesn't eat.

After a few more days, Ling Kun's kung fu had improved by leaps and bounds, and the two masters could only bow to the upper hand.

On this day, Ling Kun finished his training early, came home from the martial arts arena in the suburbs, soaked himself in a pot of Chen, and lay on the recliner in the courtyard to taste it.

At this time, Zhao Mingyue, who had not shown up for several days, suddenly broke in, and there was a bucket standing at the door, and she kicked it away.

Ling Kun looked at Zhao Mingyue in astonishment, seeing that her eyes were dark, and there were no tears in her eyes, but there were clear tear stains on her face, and her previously crystal clear pretty face had turned blue.

"Mingyue, what's wrong with you?" Ling Kun's heart twitched a little.

Zhao Mingyue didn't speak, picked up Ling Kun's sword, and when she saw something, she chopped, smashed, and stabbed, and for a while, the table, stool, doors and windows, flowers and trees all became severed limbs and stumps.

Fortunately, she hadn't stabbed Ling Kun yet, but there was nothing complete in the courtyard except for him, so shouldn't it be his turn next?

Can't sit still, Ling Kun stood up, shot like lightning, grabbed Zhao Mingyue's right hand holding the sword, snatched her sword and threw it in the distance.

"Mingyue, what's wrong with you? Tell me something. Ling Kun asked as he grabbed her two restless hands tightly.

"Don't worry about it, don't care about it." Zhao Mingyue broke free and shouted with one hand beating Ling Kun's chest vigorously.

"Don't let me care if you go home and make trouble, what's the matter with running to me to smash and loot and burn." Ling Kun was furious and yelled at her.

Zhao Mingyue was stunned, no longer making trouble, and muttered in her mouth: "Go home and make trouble?" How can you make trouble when you go home? You can't make trouble when you go home. As he spoke, two lines of tears instantly overflowed his eyes and flowed rapidly across his cheeks.

Ling Kun's heart twitched inexplicably, and he felt pain for a while. He put his hands on Zhao Mingyue's shoulders and said, "Who bullied you, tell me, I'll go and vent your anger." ”

Zhao Mingyue looked up at him, and suddenly threw herself into Ling Kun's arms and cried, tears fell down her voice, and the ground shook.

Ling Kun's hand on Zhao Mingyue's shoulder suddenly lost its support, and he froze in the air and didn't dare to move. Slowly, it was gently moved down and placed on Zhao Mingyue's back.

Zhao Mingyue cried for a long time, and gradually stopped moving. Ling Kun looked down and saw that he was asleep. So he leaned over and picked him up and laid him on his bed.

Zhao Mingyue slept soundly, as if she felt more secure here than her home.

Ling Kun was not at ease, so he moved a chair and sat beside her to guard. He couldn't guess what was going on, but with Zhao Mingyue's strength, he must have encountered something big.

In the second half of the night, Ling Kun was really sleepy, so he fell asleep on the side of the bed.

In the second half of the night, Zhao Mingyue finally woke up, and only today fell asleep these days, and slept soundly.

After waking up, her mood was much more relaxed, she breathed a sigh of relief, slowly opened her eyes, but saw Ling Kun sitting on a chair, lying on the edge of the bed and sleeping soundly.

Zhao Mingyue quietly looked at Ling Kun, who was only a fist away from her, and listened to his well-proportioned breathing, feeling unusually calm in her heart.

He got out of bed and draped a thin quilt over Ling Kun's back. However, Ling Kun was also immediately awakened, rubbed his eyes and said, "Are you awake?" ”

Zhao Mingyue nodded, sat on the edge of the bed and did not speak.

"Drink water? I'll burn it for you. Ling Kun was a little embarrassed, stood up and dragged his two sore legs and stumbled out to boil water.

After making the tea and bringing it out, I saw that Zhao Mingyue had already left the house, lying on the recliner in the courtyard, looking up at the full moon in the sky.

The bright moon illuminates the moon, the moon is bright, this moon is beautiful, Ling Kun was turned over by the beauty of this scene.

In the middle of the night in early autumn, the weather is slightly cooler and the cicadas are more vibrant.

Ling Kun put the tea on the stone table, went back to the house and found a thin quilt to cover Zhao Mingyue and said, "It's cold, be careful of getting sick." ”

Zhao Mingyue looked at him meticulously caring, her heart warmed, and she smiled at him. Ling Kun froze again, maintaining the movement of covering the quilt, bending over and leaning over, close to Zhao Mingyue.

"You sit down, I want to talk to you." Zhao Mingyue said softly.

Ling Kun nodded and sat on the stone bench next to him.

Zhao Mingyue sat up slightly, drank a few sips of water, and then lay down and said: "You asked me if I had anything to do with the emperor, but I didn't admit it, in fact, you guessed it right, I am the concubine of the emperor today, and I am named the princess of Yanguo." ”

"What?" Ling Kun almost fell from the stone bench and said in surprise: "You are a princess?" ”

"Yes, surprised?"

"It's ......." Ling Kun couldn't accept it, she was getting along with Zhao Mingyue more and more, although she was a master and servant, she was actually no different from a friend, but she suddenly became a princess, in this kind of hierarchical society, how should she get along in the future?

"Since you are a princess, how can you be so angry and sad, does anyone dare to bully the princess?"

"Of course I dare, and it's my own brother, he used me to almost kill my other brother, this trick borrowed a knife to kill people, it was really ruthless." Zhao Mingyue gritted her teeth.