Xingzhi had a good night's sleep!

When I woke up, the people around me were gone!

She immediately dressed, and as soon as she was dressed, she heard a knock on the door.

"Okay, are you awake?" It was Aunt Gu's voice.

"Aunt Gu, I'm dressed."

As he was talking, he saw Aunt Gu come in, carrying hot water.

I feel embarrassed inexplicably, although it didn't work out in the end last night, but it also made a mess in the soft couch study hall.

Later, Aunt Gu came to clean it up, and she bathed and sobered up with the water prepared by Aunt Gu, how could she not blush at this moment?

Aunt Gu came in with a basin of hot water: "Okay, you can wash." ”

Xingzhi walked over, her hair was not tied up, although she was wearing men's clothes, her face was plain, her cheeks were red, and her beautiful eyes were like water, no matter how she looked like a woman.

Xingzhi touched his head and said, "Aunt Gu, you put it down, I will do it by myself." ”

As early as the last time, when Aunt Gu saw the silent laundry and saw blood, she guessed that Song Xingzhi was a woman.

She is a slave of the Nan family, married to Yuezhou with Mrs. Nan, and later served Yang Xutang, she is a very cautious and stable person.

Although he knew this shocking secret, he was also well hidden, and even his husband never said it.

Now I was shocked to find that Gongzi and Xingzhi Master and Apprentice were so unusual, I was shocked at first, but I thought that Gongzi had never touched the affairs of men and women for so many years, and after Mrs. went, he lived even more simply.

Now it is very rare for him to have someone he likes.

Not to mention that Song Xiaogongzi is clever and cute, very lovable, no matter what the master and apprentice are not moral, she doesn't understand those big truths, she just wants her master to be happy and happy.

"I'll do it!" Aunt Gu smiled, waited for Xingzhi to wash her face, and combed her hair again.

"Okay, your hair is soft and black, and if you comb a woman's hair in a bun, it will also look very good."

Women's buns?

She had never combed her manners, she had never even worn a woman's clothes, and she had never had the desire to wear them.

Now that she heard Aunt Gu mention it, she couldn't help asking: "Aunt Gu, do you think the teacher will like it!" ”

Aunt Gu smiled: "I will probably like it." ”

She thought that if she found an opportunity in the future, I would comb a woman's hair in a bun and wear a girl's clothes.

After freshening up and going out, when she went to the backyard, she saw the teacher practicing.

Yang Xutang doesn't use weapons, he practices the internal skills of Buddhism, the palm wind is gentle, and he pushes slowly. The pine trees beside him had grown new leaves, green and green, rustling and swaying under the wind of his palms.

Xingzhi jumped over and shoved his palm towards him.

Yang Xutang knew that it was her, so he took her palm, slid it over her wrist, and then pushed it out.

Xingzhi could feel the turbulence around the teacher, his eyes were firm, and there was a slight smile on his face. Her mind moved, and she withdrew her palm, but her body slid towards him, her back pressed directly against his chest.

Immediately afterwards, Yang Xutang held her wrist and slowly released it, the palm of her hand was close to the back of her hand, the two of them fit together, and they felt the drive of his palm, moving with the wind of his palm.

Stop practicing martial arts, focus on rigidity, and require one move to win.

Yang Xutang's palm technique, winning with softness, slowly advancing, following him to push the palm wind, swinging the body, I felt that the body was extremely relaxed, the true qi in the body surged, and the whole body was smooth.

At the end of the exercise, she was sweating.

"Teacher, I'm going to learn this set of techniques from you."

"You have to learn a lot of ......" Yang Xutang smiled lightly, took out a handkerchief from his sleeve, and wiped the sweat on her forehead.

"That's why I said I want to live in the Green House, and we should stay close to each other, right?" Xingzhi said, grabbing the clothes at his waist.

After Yang Sutang wiped her sweat, he put away the handkerchief and held her wrist: "Let's go have breakfast!" ”