Chu Lingxiao looked at Chu Qianchen's silent appearance and became angry, feeling that it was very boring to talk to her.

Chu Lingxiao couldn't help but think of Shen again, when he talked to Shen, Shen was often like this, with a kind of silent gaze, as if what he said was not worth taking to heart.

The more Chu Lingxiao spoke, the more boring he became, and he walked away directly.

Chu Yunmu tugged at Chu Qianchen's sleeve and looked up at her, his eyes seemed to say, Dad, what's wrong? Why do you just talk and leave?

Chu Qianchen shrugged his shoulders and didn't bother to pay attention.

As soon as Chu Lingxiao walked to the gate of the martial arts arena, a maid in a blue gown came in a hurry, panting and losing her face.

"Master Hou," the maid said worriedly, "Auntie...... My aunt has been refusing to eat, and since yesterday, she has not eaten a drop of water......"

Chu Lingxiao's complexion changed greatly, quickened his pace, and followed the maid towards the direction of Qinghui Courtyard.

There was a gloomy mist in the Qinghui courtyard, and the maids and maids were all lifeless.

Chu Lingxiao rushed all the way to the inner room under the guidance of Juan'er.

Aunt Jiang was crouching by the window, sobbing.

Her temples are fluffy, she doesn't wear any beads, she only uses ribbons to pull her hair, the thick crow green hair reflects her skin and frost and snow, a water-green Luo shirt is tied with silk, and her waist is full of hand, as delicate as a flower.

"Shan'er." Chu Lingxiao called softly, came to her side, and stretched out his arms to wrap around her slender waist.

Aunt Jiang raised her beautiful face, her eyes were full of tears, her eyebrows seemed to be frowning, and she was pitiful.

"Master Hou!" Aunt Jiang threw herself into his arms and shouted back and forth.

The burns on her feet have been recuperating for more than 20 days, leaving an obvious burn scar, although she usually wears shoes, others can't see it, but as long as she takes off her white socks, the scar on her left foot is so shocking, like a flaw in white jade.

The more Aunt Jiang thought about it, the more sad she became, tears fell like rain, and her slender body trembled lightly on Chu Lingxiao's body.

During this period of time, the events of the day of the lady's birthday banquet came to her mind again and again, day and night, all lingering.

She couldn't help but think that Chu Qianchen had rescued her earlier that day, so that the copper tent hook would not have smashed on her feet......

She couldn't serve Chu Lingxiao, so she could only give him the glass......

Aunt Jiang was even more sad, and her tears became more and more turbulent.

Chu Lingxiao saw the beauty crying, and his heart was like a knife. If he got the perfect ointment, why would Shan'er be so sad!

Shen is afraid that he is not only deliberately trying to learn from Shan'er, but also deliberately taking advantage of himself, just because he has not asked Brother Mu for a long time to be named the prince.

In Chu Lingxiao's view, Brother Mu is a son-in-law, but he is only five years old, and he knows how to play at this age, so he can't see what his temperament and talent are.

The son of the Yongding Marquis Mansion is the future heir of the Hou Mansion, of course, he can't just do it!

Chu Lingxiao felt that the Shen family was making trouble at all, if Brother Mu really could afford the position of the prince, why not ask for the seal a few years later?

Chu Lingxiao raised his voice and shouted, "Someone is coming." ”

Juan'er opened the curtain and walked into the inner room, bowing down and waiting.

"Let the chief steward go to Jishitang in person, no matter how much silver he wants, he must buy back the perfect anointing!" Chu Lingxiao commanded.

"Yes, Master Hou." Juan'er complied with the order and retreated silently.

Aunt Jiang raised her head from Chu Lingxiao's broad chest and looked at him with emotion.

Her tears wet the placket of his clothes, but Chu Lingxiao didn't care, and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes with the tips of her fingers.

Aunt Jiang's heart was rekindled with hope, and there was a thousand tenderness and admiration in her eyes.

The clear pupils reflected Chu Lingxiao's handsome face, as if she only had him in her eyes, and the only person she could rely on was him.

However, Aunt Jiang was disappointed again.

Even if Chu Lingxiao paid a thousand dollars, he couldn't buy the perfect ointment.

With Chu Lingxiao's temperament, where could he swallow this breath, if he had been forced to buy it on weekdays, he would have relied on the identity of the Hou Ye to buy it, but Ji Shitang had just been sealed the National Medical Center.

The emperor has just made an order, if he goes to Jishitang to make trouble, it will be tantamount to slapping the emperor in the face, even if he gives Chu Lingxiao a hundred guts, he will not dare.

So, in the next few days, Chu Lingxiao's temper became more and more bad, and he said openly and secretly several times that the Shen family was jealous if he didn't give Aunt Jiang the perfect anointing.

These things spread among the slaves and maids in the mansion, and even Chu Qianchen heard about it.

Chu Qianchen was a little annoyed in his heart, he shouldn't have given the Shen family the Ten Perfection Anointing, otherwise, he wouldn't have given Chu Lingxiao a chance to play on the topic.

At this point, regret is useless.

Chu Qianchen thought about it again and again, and remembered that in her previous life, she had also made a kind of ice jade cream, which was taken from the "Ice Muscle Jade Bone", which could not only make the skin delicate, but also reduce the fine lines at the corners of the eyes and mouth.

She immediately prescribed a prescription for Amber to go out to grab the medicine, and worked in the house for several days before she made the ice jade frost and put it in a small white porcelain jar.

"It smells so good." Shen Shi sniffed the milky white ice jade frost like mutton fat, and his eyebrows curled.

What woman doesn't love beauty, especially after giving birth to Brother Mu, in the past few years, various fine lines have gradually appeared on her face and body.

Chu Yunmu, who had just gotten out of school, was also there, leaned his face over, and then pointed to his cheek and said, "Chu Qianchen, can this cream cure this?" You see, when I laughed, there was a vortex on my face, and it was not majestic at all! ”

Shen Shi looked at the position of his chubby little finger and couldn't help but smile.

When Chu Yunmu smiled, a pair of pear vortices would appear on his lips, which looked very cute, but he himself was extremely disgusted.

"Nonsense." Chu Qianchen was also amused, and stretched out his finger to tap on his forehead.

She smiled, a pair of similar pear vortices on her lips.

So, is it okay or can't? Chu Yunmu stared at the jar of ice jade frost with burning eyes.

At this time, the voice of the maid saluting came from outside the door curtain: "Big girl." ”

The curtain was opened, and Chu Qianhuang walked in unhurriedly, still holding a stack of silk paper in his hand.

Chu Qianhuang had moved back to her Yuelu Courtyard to live, but the Shen family still didn't allow her to leave the house, and locked her at home every day to read and copy the scriptures.

"Mother," Chu Qianhuang saluted the Shen family and presented the stack of silk paper in his hand, "I have copied the scriptures." ”

This month, Chu Qianhuang has been reciting and copying the "Dizang Sutra".

Shen smiled and carefully looked down page by page.

She asked her daughter to copy the scriptures in the hope of calming her mind, and also hoped that she could have some insights when copying and chanting.

Seeing the third page, Shen Shi stopped, frowned slightly, stared at one of the words and said, "Sister Huang, your handwriting is too impatient." ”

At first glance, Chu Qianhuang's hand-hairpin handwriting is neat, beautiful and elegant, so beautiful that people can't find fault with it.

However, Shen noticed that Chu Qianhuang almost made a typo halfway through.

She almost wrote a penny into a penalty, and when she was two-thirds of the way around, she twisted it again.

When copying Buddhist scriptures, you can't make mistakes, if you make a mistake, this page should be copied again, but Chu Qianhuang chose to use this page to fool himself.

Shen was disappointed in his heart, but at the same time became more determined.

In the past, she felt that her daughter was good in all aspects, and she was too relieved of her daughter, and everything was up to her, for example, she wanted to be a princess to read, but in fact, Shen did not agree from the beginning, because her daughter wanted to, so she let her go.

It wasn't until now that she found out that her daughter's temperament had gone astray.

Her daughters are thirteen years old, and she is about to talk about marriage, and she must discipline her strictly, otherwise, she can't take back her daughter's heart.

Chu Qianhuang hung his little face, and his expression could not hide his crampedness and malaise.

She copied the Book of Heaven in the house for several days, hoping that her mother would quickly relieve her of her grounding.

Then, even if she is no longer a princess companion, she still has a chance to meet that person......

Chu Qianhuang's dark willow eyes flashed with a ghostly glint.

She glanced at Shen and Chu Qianchen quickly, and her white fingers tightly grasped the handkerchief in her hand.

"Mother, I see." Chu Qianhuang replied softly and submissively, "I'll go back and recopy this product." ”

The Jizo Sutra is divided into upper and lower volumes, with a total of thirteen articles. Chu Qianhuang copied a wrong page, but took the initiative to recopy a product, which made Shen feel both relieved and afraid of overdoing it.

Shen smiled slightly, took Chu Qianhuang's hand and patted it gently, and comforted her gently: "Sister Huang, you copy slowly." ”

She asked her daughter to copy the scriptures in the hope that she could have some understanding in the process of copying the scriptures, not as a means of punishment.

Chu Qianhuang smiled slightly, her eyes looked at Chu Yunmu, and her words changed: "Mother, I heard that Brother Mu has been practicing bow shooting recently." “

It is no secret that Chu Yunmu is practicing bow shooting, the Shen family specially invited a martial artist to teach him to formally learn bow archery for his son, although Chu Yunmu has a martial arts master, but Chu Qianchen will still take him to play from time to time.

With a two-pronged approach, Chu Yunmu's bow shooting was very remarkable, which also made him more and more devoted to bow shooting.

"Eldest sister," Chu Yunmu smiled so hard that his eyes narrowed, and he boasted triumphantly, "You don't know, Master Yue praised me yesterday, saying that I am making rapid progress, and I am making great progress every day." ”

Chu Yunmu was so proud that his tail was about to rise to the sky.

"Our Brother Mu is really amazing!" Chu Qianhuang reached out to rub his head, but he quickly avoided it.

Chu Yunmu's little face was bulging like a goldfish, and he emphasized seriously: "Sister, you can't rub a boy's head, don't be a mother!" ”

Chu Qianhuang was stunned, and then laughed sneeringly: "You, you are young, but the rules are big!" ”

Chu Yunmu was about to argue a few words for himself, when he heard Chu Qianhuang say again: "Then I want to see how much you have improved." ”

"I've been able to shoot the target, don't believe I'll shoot you!" Chu Yunmu was excited all of a sudden, took Chu Qianhuang's hand, and called Shen and Chu Qianchen with great interest.

So, the four of them came to the martial arts arena in a majestic manner.

The maid immediately sent him the small bow that Chu Yunmu often carried.

Chu Yunmu was young and had little strength, so he stood thirty steps away from the target. He has been practicing arrows for more than ten days, and in the repeated practice, his archery action has long been decent, setting up arrows, drawing bows, aiming, and then releasing arrows.

The feather arrow "swished" out of the string, and when it flew close to the target, it was a little lacking in strength, and began to fall slightly, but it still pierced the target.

Chu Qianhuang applauded Chu Yunmu with a smile, and said to the Shen family: "Mother, Brother Mu'er's archery technique is really making rapid progress!" In the future, he will definitely be a sharpshooter like his second uncle! ”

Chu Yunmu's chin rose slightly when he heard this, and his chest was also high.

The second uncle is a martial champion, and sure enough, he is also the one who will be a martial champion in the future!

Chu Yunmu suddenly felt that the arrow on the target was an eyesore, and the first arrow only hit the outermost ring of the target, which really damaged his prestige.

Surely this bow is not good enough!

Chu Yunmu walked towards the weapon rack on the side, put down the small bow in his hand, and picked up the Jurchen bow that Chu Qianchen usually used on weekdays, the deer skin on the bow handle was still wrapped by Chu Yunmu himself, and after being used by Chu Qianchen for a few days, the deer skin became softer, and it felt very good to hold.

Chu Qianchen said that this Jurchen bow is more stable and accurate than the Han bow.

Chu Yunmu grabbed the Jurchen bow and returned to its original position majestically and proudly, and drew the bow with an arrow again.

The first arrow, the bow was not drawn sufficiently, so it missed the target, and the feathered arrow was shot an inch from the target.

Chu Yunmu was not discouraged. He hadn't used this bow for the first time, and it was normal for him to miss the target.

He took a second arrow.

The second arrow was noticeably better than the first, and the tip of the arrow hit the outermost ring of the target again.

"Bang Bang ......"

"Bang Bang Bang ......"

Chu Qianchen, Shen and Chu Qianhuang all applauded.

Chu Yunmu's face was flushed, his eyes were bright, and he felt that he was getting more and more proficient.

He was confident that the next arrow would be closer to the bull's-eye, as long as he pulled the bow a little fuller, a little fuller......

When the bowstring of the Jurchen bow was full again, suddenly, with a "zheng" sound, the taut bowstring broke without warning......