Mao Zheng got up and became Wan Jinyue's daily life.

Get up and tie the horse for an hour, and then practice the stone lock for three quarters of an hour. The stone lock is the smallest, which is just right for Wan Jinyue, who has no experience in martial arts.

Since Wan Jinyue said that she wanted to practice martial arts, Wan's father found her a female guard who had been on the battlefield to join the house as a teacher, and Wan Jinyu, who has always liked riding and shooting, was also with her.

Martial arts training is boring, and it is an hour for a horse to take a step, but Wan Jinyue thinks it's okay, there is Yun Yuan chattering in her head to tell stories, and time always flies exceptionally.

Besides, she and Yun Yuan are now taking turns to appear, and they don't feel too tired for a day.

Liu Li, who had been on the battlefield, felt a little strange.

The second lady of the Wan family, who has practiced riding and archery for many years, has a foundation and can endure hardships, and Liu Li is naturally happy to see it.

But this third lady of the Wan family is strange. She seems to be changing her state every day.

The day before, he didn't know how to exercise, but the next morning he was able to make the whip superb, but he lost some strength.

At first, Liu Li thought that this Miss Wan San was so strong and practiced hard in private, but she returned to the state of the first day on the morning of the third day.

There is a little bit of progress, but compared to the next day, it is far worse.

Those who practice martial arts pay attention to a certain talent. According to their respective characteristics, Liu Li let Wan Jinyu learn the secret weapon pear flower needle, and let Wan Jinyue learn the long whip.

Wan Jinyu has been learning bows and arrows since she was a child, and she has good arm strength, she can control the strength, and it is good to learn hidden weapons.

Wan Jinyue started late, but she was still young, so she started with a long whip.

In fact, it's because everyone's beautiful weapons are not good and too public.

Wan Jinyu is interested in the red tassel gun, but after learning this, if she plays with a gun in the back house after leaving the pavilion, she will always be inevitably said by her mother-in-law.

The Dragon Boat Festival arrived in a blink of an eye, and Wan Jinlan, who turned fourteen years old ten days ago, did not come to the school again, she entered the embroidery room to embroider the wedding dress.

After twenty days of practice, Wan Jinyue has been able to play the long whip well, Yun Yuan has studied martial arts, and the long whip has already been superb.

It's just that Yun Yuan now has learned to hide in front of the teacher, otherwise she will be exposed sooner or later.

Qinglan and Ying'er also made the dagger look good, and the basic self-defense was still enough.

On the day of the Dragon Boat Festival, the school still holds classes as usual. In the past twenty days, Ye Lin has not been able to effectively get close to Wan Jinyue.

He had to work harder to present himself in class. I hope Wan Jinyue can notice one or two.

"This is the sachet that my mother made to ward off evil spirits, and she asked me to bring it to everyone as a little care for the Dragon Boat Festival."

Ye Lin said that he distributed the various sachets in his hand to the classmates in the school.

The sachet that Wan Jinyue got was embroidered with the pattern on it was the jade dragon Guanyin on the handkerchief of the second girl of the Wan family.

Jade Dragon Guanyin is a unique green plant in Jinzhou, with thick skin and bright green color.

Wan Jinyue likes such aura plants, once planted a lot, and gave her brothers and sisters a few pots.

This is a man who can put his mind into it, but she doesn't like it, so she casually stuffed the sachet to Qinglan.

Wan Jinyue, who got out of school, intimately took Wan Jinyu and walked straight to the dining room, today's festival is over, and she is exempt from martial arts.

There was suddenly a pot of excellent Jade Dragon Guanyin in the dining room. Father Wan smiled like a matchmaker.

Wan Jinyue's heart was clear, but her face was not obvious.

The meal must not have been eaten well, Wan Jinyue, who was not full, was so depressed that she took Qinglan and the jade dragon Guanyin that Wan's father insisted on letting her take away, and returned to her courtyard.

Father seems to want to like Ye Lin.

Today is the star beauty who beat the bones, tomorrow is the silver silk candy of the time-honored brand in Dongshi, and the day after tomorrow is the remnants of Go that she has never seen...... Ye Lin even gave her a good long whip.

The smile on her father's face became more and more undisguised day by day, Wan Jinyue thought about her being less than ten years old, and then thought about her father's smiling face, and felt more and more bored.

The grinning Yun Yuan finally realized that something was wrong.

"Your father likes Ye Lin. Ye Lin likes you. Do you hate Ye Lin? ”

"I can't say I hate it, I just don't like it."

"Do you have a favorite?"

"Nope."

"Then I think you can reluctantly consider Ye Lin."

"Why?"

"The person who saved the harassed little lady and is willing to go to the West Market to give porridge in person on a regular basis will probably not be too bad a person. If you don't have someone you like, you might as well consider it. ”

In a blink of an eye, it was June 15, and I heard that Ye Lin would go to the West Market to give porridge on the 15th day of every month. These two days also happen to be the days when the school is closed.

Wan Jinyue was wearing men's clothes, and under the guidance of Yun Yuan, she changed her eyebrows and eyes to be as sharp as a man, and went out with Ying'er, who was dressed as a little girl.

Ying'er has learned juggling in the end, her body is flexible, and her martial arts have improved quickly. It is safer to take her out than to take Qinglan out.

Wan Jinyue walked around the unfamiliar West Market and bought silver candy on the street, which tasted no worse than the time-honored brands in the East Market, and there was no need to queue up.

Wan Jinyue found a few book stalls again, picked a few books that Yun Yuan liked, and paid for them. But I didn't want to, so I turned around and met an acquaintance.

Ye Lin? Isn't he supposed to be giving soup?

Wan Jinyue thought about it and followed the man in front of her.

"Master, why did you suddenly remember to buy a script, haven't you always disliked these things?"

It was Ye Lin's little guy who spoke, Wan Jinyue vaguely remembered that his name was Ye Zhi.

"I heard that Miss Wan likes it."

Ye Lin has a rare smile on his face, and his smile is always regular, unlike this time, this time his smile has infinite yearning.

"Master~, Miss Wan Wan every day, people don't look down on you at all." The little guy spoke very quickly, and his anger was overflowing.

"That's probably if I'm not good enough, and if I'm good enough, she'll always see me."

The smile on Ye Lin's face suddenly disappeared, and it was a little bitter instead.

"Master~" Ye Zhi still wanted to say something.

"Don't say any more, pick a good script." Although the words were stern, the tone was gentle, and Ye Lin returned to his usual elegance and courtesy.

Because of the recent martial arts training, Wan Jinyue's five senses have become extremely sensitive. She heard all those words just now.

Ye Lin's expression changed, and she also saw it.

Although I haven't really liked anyone yet, I also have a rough understanding of the relationship between men and women. She knew very well that she had hurt this man.

People who don't have a bad character seem to be able to consider it. After all, Ye Lin seems to like her very much, and his father likes Ye Lin so much, and he happens to have no one he likes.

Wan Jinyue didn't go to the porridge shed to see if Ye Lin would give porridge in person as originally planned, she decided to go back to the house and think about it carefully.

The next day, a thick stack of scripts unsurprisingly appeared on Wan Jinyue's desk.