During this period, some Beijing officials heard that Feng's daughters were injured, so they asked their wives to arrange for someone or personally send condolences, and let several female relatives in charge of Feng's mansion be busy because of records, gifts and other things.

Of course, the people who were sent here to care about the people who were only missing the people in the mansion of Yongping and the Second Marquis of Baoding who caused the accident also unexpectedly had a small box of plasters sent in the name of the Silver Armor Army, saying that it could remove scars, and Feng Zhirong applied it every day under the care of Bai Ze and Bai Ya, and there was really no scar left at all.

By the time everything was revealed and Feng Zhirong's injuries were all healed, it would already be more than a month later, and there was only a month and a half left before her tenth birthday, and the weather was getting hotter and hotter.

The time sequence has already entered summer, and the weather in the Huangmei season here in the capital is sunny for half a day and rainy for half a day.

After such repeated tosses, it was wet and stuffy, and it was uncomfortable.

Since the injury, Zhou Youshao's concern for her has become more frequent, and the restraints have naturally become tighter, so he even refuses to take her out of the usual twice-a-month worship Buddha ceremony, until she is almost bored.

Fortunately, no one stopped her from archery, and occasionally when she wanted to ride a horse, although Zhou Youshao wanted to object, he would endure to let her continue her limited freedom because of Feng Xu's words.

Since the riot that day, Feng Xuhui postponed going out for a few days because he was worried about Feng Zhirong's injury, and said that this trip was just to go to the neighboring state capital to check business, and he would definitely be able to come back when Feng Zhirong set up a house.

Everything else is as usual, and Feng Zhirong is also happy to grasp such an ordinary daily life, after all, not long after setting up, she will enter the palace to study.

The sound of cicadas disturbs people's dreams.

Feng Zhirong went to bed late because of reading the book the day before, and this Japan wanted to be lazy and sleep again, but the cicada song and heat made it impossible for him to fall asleep, so he simply asked Bai Ya to comb his hair simply, and ran to the back garden early in the morning to shoot arrows.

Bai Ya followed Feng Zhirong tightly, afraid that she would bump into something else and leave a scar—it was just a normal thing, but Bai Ya had been extremely nervous for days. And Bai Ze, who also followed Feng Zhirong, had the same complexion as usual, and there was no difference.

Bai Ya didn't go out with the car that day, so when Feng Zhirong was covered with injuries, and even had the smell of mud mixed with horse blood, she was almost frightened! Fortunately, Bai Ze was very calm, and drove her out without saying a word, leaving only himself and Yun Bi to bathe Feng Zhirong carefully.

Feng Zhirong was not used to Bai Ya's transformation at first, and later went with her.

Knock, knock, knock!

The solid voice was stuck to the target without any mud, and the bright white tail seemed to glow in the sunlight! Feng Zhirong squinted at her masterpiece, but did not show the slightest emotion.

"Miss has been hit three more arrows!"

Bai Ze looked at Feng Zhirong's more and more proficient archery skills, and boasted: "Miss has been practicing more and more diligently these days, and she is shooting better and better!" ”

"It's not even close!" Feng Zhirong shook the bow in her hand and said with a smile: "I can't afford to hold the bow used by ordinary adults now, so it's just a child's game, and it's difficult to get into the hall of elegance at all." ”

Bai Ze laughed and said, "Miss, is it possible that she still wants to compete with others?" ”

Bai Ya said: "Is there a women's archery competition?" Why haven't I heard of it? ”

Feng Zhirong said: "My mother told me that women occasionally shoot arrows at banquets in the palace, but it is also fun!" If you can't shoot, you will be punished with poetry and wine, and then you will toss people! ”

Bai Ze said with a smile: "Miss is really, she reads few poetry books on weekdays, what should I do then!" ”

Feng Zhirong showed a mischievous expression and said: "That's why you have to practice arrows diligently, no matter how you punish me, you can't punish me, isn't it?" ”

"Miss is always so eccentric!" Bai Ze smiled, picked up a handkerchief to wipe Feng Zhirong's sweat, and said: "Speaking of which, Miss will soon enter the palace to study, and she can't take the two of us with her when she enters the palace, what if Miss is homesick?" ”

Feng Zhirong said with a smile: "It's not that you can't do without your mother's child, it's good to see and see like my grandfather said, or do you really want to give up on me?" ”

Bai Ze said angrily: "What did the young lady say!" ”

Bai Ya also said with a bitter face when she heard this: "Miss, a hundred sisters are fine, the slave didn't follow Miss's words, but she was really lonely!" ”

In Bai Ya's concept, Bai Ze was Zhou Youshao's personal maid, and he could go back to serve Zhou Youshao no matter what, as for himself who was trained from a lower-level maid, the first master was Feng Zhirong, and Feng Zhirong entered the palace and lost his master, so he had no clue what to do in the future.

Feng Zhirong saw her worries in her eyes, but she also had to pretend not to know Bai Ya's thoughts, and said: "People are children who can't live without their mothers, why can't Bai Ya leave me?" ”

Bai Ya said: "The slave maid has been following the young lady for a long time, won't the young lady miss the slave maid?" ”

"I haven't entered the palace yet, what's the hurry?" Feng Zhirong softened her voice, as if she was coaxing the child: "And I don't come back if I enter the palace, although I can't bring my personal maid in the palace, but when I go home to save my family, I have to rely on Bai Ya to help me comb my hair!" ”

When Bai Ya heard Feng Zhirong say this, the tension in her heart eased a little: "I heard that the palace maids in the palace are all top-notch, unlike slaves and maids who can't get on the stage, Miss shouldn't dislike slaves and maids for combing their hair badly!" ”

Feng Zhirong smiled, didn't speak again, drew her bow and arrow, and shot the bullseye again.