Yan Du didn't expect that the first time she felt frustrated was in the matter of chopping wood.

I swung an axe for half a day during the day, but I couldn't split any wood, and the more I practiced, the more dry I became, and I was sweating profusely for a day, and I didn't even have the mood to wipe my sweat, so I let them flow and dry, dry and flow. It wasn't until Uncle Ah Chuan came out to call her for dinner that she stopped her impatient hands.

Xu is physically exerted a lot today, Yan Du poured himself a big bowl of rice and devoured it.

Suddenly! With a click, a pair of chopsticks fell to the ground, Yan Du looked at his trembling and swollen hands in a daze, and at the end of this day, he didn't even have the strength to hold the chopsticks? !

The little girl looked solemn, stared at the pair of chopsticks on the ground, and remembered the sword placed in the room.

Swords and axes, like chopsticks, are weak in their hands, and they can't hold anything!

I saw that she sank her breath, gritted her teeth, picked up the chopsticks on the ground again, washed and continued to eat.

Yan Du has never understood, the allusion to the head cantilever beam cone piercing the strand, there is no book in the world that she does not understand after reading it once, and there is no knowledge that she does not learn after listening to it once.

There are many things that are difficult for ordinary people to obtain, but for her, they are within reach.

However, the physical work of chopping wood cannot break a hundred trees with one swing, nor can it be carried by cutting it in one day. The qi in the body and the power in the hands are not obtained in a day. Sure enough, those who do learning can't laugh at being coolies, after all, the work day after day strengthens the body and the heart.

Impatient, useless! Comprehension and accumulation are the foundation of martial arts!

After a full meal, Yan Du walked slowly along the bank of the Yishui River, looking at the sparkling water surface through the moonlight, the green mountains and forests came to squirt, the chickadee cries, and the fresh breath from all directions, nourishing her heart from home, making her more pure, more calm, and more distracted.

Tomorrow, let's continue chopping wood!

Yan Du looked up and smiled at the incomplete moonlight in the sky, but forgot that today, the tenth day of October, was her birthday.

A little girl, between heaven and earth, quietly grew a year old......

The days on the banks of the Yishui River were both boring and interesting, day after day, Yan Du chopped wood for a whole month, until the flesh on her arms became stronger and stronger, until she realized that every piece of wood had a lifeline, and she could finally split wood with an axe.

However, it is still not enough!

Twilight looked at the wood she had split, scattered and groundless. And the wood split by Uncle Achuan is distinct and neat.

In the past month that Mei Chuan and Yan Du have been together, they feel more and more that children can become great things, but they also know that Yan Du still can't hold a sword at this moment.

I saw him walking to the backyard with a large pile of branches, Yan Du looked at it with two big eyes, and didn't dare to speak. Dumbfounded, he pulled out a slender branch, stuck it in the gap in the center of the wooden pier, and said to Twilight:

"Split at this branch until you can split all the branches in half!"

Twilight looked at the branch thinner than a finger, and the two originally sassy brows immediately wrinkled, swallowed the saliva, and tried to raise the axe and wave it at the branch, without even touching the branch.

She scratched her head in annoyance, was this a test of her head? I used to learn archery with the British king, and I could obviously do it with 100 shots, but now I have changed to cutting branches, but I don't need it?

Yan Du recalled the past and present, at that time, he didn't understand the dantian strength, relying on his eyesight and the memory of the body when he drew the bow, standing in place, just remember the force and target of the target, and every time he used the same force and accuracy, he could achieve 100 shots.

But now chopping wood, using the power of the dantian, luck is difficult to lift, each branch has a different shape, and with the different shapes to judge the next axe, hey, it turns out that I haven't practiced at home!

As soon as I thought of this, the days of studying in the martial arts field of the British King's Mansion slowly came to mind, and it was no wonder that the British King said that she was "still far away" every time he taught himself to practice archery!

Yan Du sighed deeply, recalling the relationship with King Ying and Aunt Wen, every time after practicing arrows, King Ying would ask Aunt Yue to bring her a box of potpourri ointment, and it would put them all in a medicine box, accumulating more and more, and it would not be used up.

Yes, they are concerned about themselves, I don't know if Aunt Wen's illness has improved?

Sheng Jing's little by little slowly came to his heart, and a breezy and moonlit face suddenly appeared, which caught Yan Duan off guard, but the next moment he had to bend the corners of his mouth, I don't know what happened to his brother who was far away in Tianji Mountain......

——

Emperor Heng died, Ying Riyao and Ying Yanyang, with Tianjizi returned to the palace to mourn for three months, and the entire Tianji Mountain was empty, leaving only Zhuang Lin and two little scholars.

At this moment, even if it was him, he also knew the gloomy and unclear situation in Shengjing, and he was worried about the two junior brothers, especially Ying Yanyang, the original imperial grandson, whose father died and abdicated, and Emperor Heng, who loved him, was gone, so he had to receive the name of the prince of Ming.

This time of condolence, Tianjizi was also worried about Ying Yanyang's safety, and returned to the palace with him, just because he was afraid that Emperor Hui would target him.

The red wall and green tiles, the corridor waist is back, the eaves are high pecked, each hugging the terrain, hooking the heart and corners.

Ying Yanyang was wearing a crescent white brocade robe, with Hetian Meiyu hanging around his waist, and his monochrome clothes could not hide his Zhilan jade tree.

Eiji, who followed behind him, couldn't help but be surrendered by his noble temperament, and lost a little bit of the hippie smile that usually followed Shizi's side, but was honest and dutiful to do his duty as a guard.

I saw Ying Yanyang slowly approaching a palace, on which was written "Fengyang Palace". Ying Yanyang's expression remained unchanged, still light and light, but Ying Er, who was following him, was stunned, this is the land of the harem concubines, but it lives......

"Mother!" Ying Yanyang was led by the palace maid, pushed open the luxurious wooden door of the palace, and a graceful and luxurious woman sitting on a chair caught her eye.

She is the original crown princess, Zhen Ji, who once shocked the entire Shengjing, should be in charge of the harem, one person above ten thousand people!

Today's Zhen Ji, although she has lost the name of the crown princess and missed the position of the queen of the phoenix power world, she is still the princess of Ming. Since Emperor Hui has lowered the position of Ying Riyao's imperial grandson, he should give them the mansion of King Ming outside the palace, but now he is leaving the wife of King Ming alone in the palace, I don't know what calculation he has in his heart!

The black hair is like a waterfall, coiled into a bun, the jade hairpin is elegant, the delicate beads hang down, swaying between the temples, the willow eyebrows are beautiful, the skin is like white fat, the lips are pursed, and the beauty is like a danguo. The pale white Hangzhou silk skirt is on the body, and the emerald jade is tied around the waist, which suddenly shows the graceful figure, perhaps sitting quietly, and all kinds of styles are born.

I can really afford that sentence: There was Zhen Mi in the past, and Zhen Ji is now there, and she is natural!

Ying Yanyang raised his hand and motioned for Ying Er and his subordinates to go out, and the next moment, the smoke was smoky, and there were only two people left in the huge room.

Zhen Ji looked at Ying Yanyang, smiling happily, her curved eyebrows and eyes were full of amorousness, and she hurriedly called softly: "Good boy, hurry up and let my mother take a look." ”

Ying Yanyang approached when she heard this, and the tear mole under her right eye suddenly appeared in Zhen Ji's eyes, making her feel infinite love.

"Mother, the emperor called you into the palace, did you ...... you" Ying Yanyang sat opposite Zhen Ji, his hand had been held by Zhen Ji, and a warm breath came from his hand.

"How is that possible?" Zhen Ji looked at the child who was usually light and breezy, and worried about the frowning eyebrows when she cared about herself, and said with relief: "He doesn't dare!" ”

Ying Yanyang smiled slightly, and there was a gentle breath between his eyebrows and eyes, which reminded Zhen Ji of a person who only existed in dreams.

"And how is Yinru doing?"

Ying Yanyang remembered that Zhuang Lin missed his sister on the mountain every day, but let him be an elder brother, and felt a little guilty, this time he didn't see his sister Yinru County Lord for a long time, and he didn't see her by his mother's side, so he asked.

Hearing the name she didn't want to mention at all, Zhen Ji's originally joyful eyes dimmed slightly, but she quietly erased it, only to hear her smile and say, "She's not dead yet." ”

"Mother!" Although Ying Yanyang knew that Zhen Ji was joking, the disgust in her eyes, even if it was a flash, she could still catch it.

Since he was a child, Zhen Ji has favored him, and ignored Yinru many times, in the early years, he could still comfort her by Yinru's side, but since he went up the mountain, he rarely intersected.

"Don't talk about her!" Zhen Ji said gently, but there was a hint of motherly majesty in her eyes: "Tell your mother about your days on the mountain!" ”

Ying Yanyang understood that Zhen Ji was changing the topic, but he was helpless, so he could only sigh deeply, it seems that he was born in the royal family, and he is sought after by thousands of people, and it is not as good as being born in a dealer who loves his daughter like his life......

——

Ying Riyao, who had just come out of the palace, walked in the courtyard of the British Palace, passing by Wen Yinyue's courtyard, and wanted to say hello to his mother who he hadn't seen for a long time.

But as soon as he didn't want to step in, he saw that there were already guests in his mother's courtyard, and he was about to turn his head back, but he heard Wen Yinyue calling:

"Yao'er, come and say hello to your Aunt Qi!"

Ying Riyao turned his head in response and looked at the woman in the courtyard who was the same age as his mother, he had met a few times when he was a child, and it should be Song Qi, the mother of the second senior brother.

"Riyao has seen Aunt Qi!"

Song Qi smiled and nodded, looking at Ying Riyao, who was long and jade, heroic and extraordinary, completely different from his own Lin'er's cheeky temperament, it was really a dragon and a phoenix.

Wen Yinyue looked at her own child who had grown a little taller with a smile, suddenly remembered something, and said to Song Qi: "It just so happens that Yao'er is back, or let him talk to Lin'er, Twilight has already left Shengjing." ”

As soon as Ying Riyao heard the word "twilight", he remembered the stupid girl who didn't hit the south wall and didn't die, although he had never seen her, he had no good feelings in his heart.

"Hey, no need!" Song Qi shook his head, his eyes were a little lonely: "Lin'er, this monkey child, is the most concerned about twilight, if he knows it, wouldn't it be another day to grab the earth, or wait for the New Year, he will come back and tell him!" ”

Reading the atmosphere, Ying Riyao looked for an opportunity to retire, and as soon as he walked out of the courtyard arch, he heard his mother laugh and say:

"You said that Twilight worshiped our master to learn swords? This little girl is really funny! ”

For some reason, the footsteps paused for a moment, and the ghost envoy stood in a place where the two of them in the courtyard could not see, and stopped.

Song Qi couldn't cry or laugh, but he was still thinking and worried in his heart, and his tone became three points of blame and seven points of sorrow:

"This kid was restless when he was in Shengjing, and he rode horses and shot games, and he also bothered you and the king. Now it's okay, I don't learn piano, chess, calligraphy and painting with my master, but I dance with knives and swords, bumping and bumping, how can we not worry about being parents! ”

The meaning in Ying Riyao's eyes was unclear, he knew that Zhuang Du came to the British King's Mansion to learn archery, after all, this place was full of heroic guards, and his every move could not escape his control.

Wen Yinyue looked at the sorrow between Song Qi's eyebrows, this is not like what she would say after the gate, she should really love Twilight, hold Twilight in the palm of her hand, so she is reluctant to suffer outside!

"Relax! Twilight's child has ambition and a delicate heart, just like Master said, "a great material for fame in the world!" Wen Yinyue, who was seriously ill, was pale but still smiled, thinking of that little figure, her heart warmed.

Famous all over the world? Ying Riyao heard Wen Yinyue's words, and his cold eyebrows seemed to have been melted by the autumn wind. I saw him shaking his head slightly, and walked out of Wen Yinyue's courtyard quickly, but for some reason, there was some curiosity in his heart that even he couldn't detect.

Then he'll see......