Hua Pei Qingyu turned her head sideways and looked at the couple who were sitting leisurely on the chair to show their affection: "The name of the ghost hand is still borne by you, and it will stop at you." See 1 wool 3 Chinese network what is your last name? ”

The ghost hand immediately understood what Hua Pei Qingyu meant: "Nan." ”

"Nan?" Hua Pei Qingyu whispered: "The mountains are a trip to the water, and the body is walking to the side of Yuguan, and there are thousands of tent lights in the middle of the night."

The wind is changing, the snow is changing, and the dream of the broken hometown cannot be realized, and there is no such sound in the old country. You will be called Nanxiang Yu from now on. ”

Butterfly Dance reluctantly looked her son up and down several times, and such a crepe could set off her son's joy.

"Little Feather, why don't you name this piece of meat in my belly now! You also know that Ghost Hand and I don't know much literacy, just in case we give our children a weapon name in the future, you might as well think of one for the two of us now. ”

Butterfly Dance, who eats melon seeds, put down the task of feeding her mouth and earnestly prays for Hua Pei Qingyu.

The eldest son recognized a master, and the master picked a name from the poem casually, and when he saw his son's appearance, he liked it tightly, and it was the name of the battlefield!

"What do you say?" Hua Pei Qingyu asked the ghost hand.

"Of course, the lady has the final say, I just have to earn money to buy flowers for her to wear, and she is in charge of everything."

Then take the word "dream" in the next sentence. The children of the two of you are destined not to be obedient girls, so be heroines who command soldiers and horses. ”

"I just like what you say, you're right. Don't worry, all the kung fu of me and the ghost hand will be passed on to her, and I will wait to see her slash and smile proudly.

Maybe my killer Butterfly Dance can also have a fate. Hey, hey, hey...... Hahahaha...... Ghost hands, you're not happy......"

Butterfly Dance stroked her stomach and asked her husband with a bright smile.

Nan Xiangyu quickly packed up his belongings and followed Hua Pei Qingyu back to the Wutong Garden in Yinuoxuan, Huafu.

In the study, Hua Pei Qingyu brushed the brush, and after a cup of tea, handed it to Nan Xiangyu, who was waiting for her to order: "How to adjust and arrange the daily routine, I don't want to ask." I don't ask you about your private affairs, except if you tell me, of course.

Your future training will be done according to this paper, the books you should read, the words you should write, the horse steps you should squat, and you can't miss the same every day.

Since you aspire to be a handsome talent, you must have the mind, strategy, intelligence, and agility of a literati, as well as the skill, physique, and courage of a military general.

What we have to do is a Confucian general, not a reckless man who can only be brave.

Every ten days, I practice with the wind and snow moon or spring, summer, autumn and winter, and lose, the rule of Wutong Yuan is to be responsible for all the maids and toilets of Yinuoxuan and use their own money to make breakfast for them for half a month."

Although Nan Xiangyu had never fought against any of them, and he had also taken over the task of killing alone, he did not dare to despise those few maid rings, so he was willing to bow down to the fact that they were martial artists when they walked.

Nan Xiangyu didn't dare to slack off, took the schedule and kept it in his heart, the content is not much, horse steps, running, push-ups are the foundation of fitness, reading and writing is a must, every day for half an hour with the eight and nine young masters to read to them, listen to them talk about the art of war......

Nan Xiangyu's iceberg face collapsed, and he lurked in Haoran Yuan with a light skill and waited to start his new life.

He liked it, and he liked it for the rest of his life.

What broke the tranquility of the flower mansion was a piece of paper satin brought by the palace attendants from the capital five days later.

That, the representative is the Queen Mother's decree.