The eyes were soft and twitched slightly.

Tan Zhaozhao seemed to be on a small boat in the ocean, his heart was beating like a drum, and his hand was tightly grasping the bedding, afraid that the boat would overturn and sink into the deep sea.

In the panic, she clearly felt his arrogance, restraint, and forbearance.

Finally, the piece of gentleness moved away, but Zhang Jiuling didn't move, wrapping Tan Zhaozhao in his arms.

"A moment, a moment." Zhang Jiuling whispered in her ear.

Tan Zhaozhao froze and didn't dare to move, and snorted.

The voice rises uncontrollably upwards and is delicate.

Zhang Jiuling breathed in an instant, propped up his arms, took a muffled breath, and said, "You go wash first." ”

Tan Zhaozhao hurriedly rolled out, and flew out as if he got off the bed. Looking at the afterglow, Zhang Jiuling turned his head sideways and looked at her, his jade face was red, and his eyes were just like sparkling.

Beauty is wrong!

Tan Zhaozhao wanted to cry, his legs were about to weigh a thousand pounds, and he couldn't wait to turn around and go back and indulge in a carnival.

However, Zhang Jiuling couldn't bear it, and Tan Zhaozhao began to think crankily again.

Is it disgusting that she is not beautiful enough?

Is he having a hidden disease?

She didn't have an impression of the love of the bed between them before, and she didn't know his depth.

Tan Zhaozhao was reluctant to admit that it was her own reason, but it was a pity that she didn't want to have children, and he did this, which was exactly what she wanted.

In his thoughts, Tan Zhaozhao washed and dressed, Zhang Jiuling also got up, changed into a neat Hu suit, and came to help Tan Zhaozhao straighten his sleeves and carefully explain the key points of swordsmanship.

"To split, chop, stab, press, grid, wash as the most important, you are a beginner, use the bamboo sword first, remember the posture is. After getting acquainted, step by step. ”

Coming to the empty side house, Zhang Jiuling handed Tan Zhaozhao a bamboo sword, he stood in front of him, and took a posture: "You watch me dance first." ”

Tan Zhaozhao thought that the sword path of the Tang Dynasty would be as protected as it was transmitted to Dongying, and the two sides fought against each other.

Datang's swordsmanship is mainly based on sword dance, which is as beautiful as a dance.

Zhang Jiuling's bee waist ape back in front of him is smart and wanton, soft, and bursting with strength everywhere.

Zhumu's long sword swung out, and Tan Zhaozhao inexplicably felt Sen Sen's sword aura.

What a beautiful sight it would have been if he had been wearing a wide-sleeved robe!

"Demeanor like a nine-year-old?"

Tan Zhaozhao couldn't take his eyes off it, and at this time he deeply realized Tang Xuanzong's emotion.

At the dance, Zhang Jiuling gasped a little, fine sweat appeared between his hair, and his eyes were covered with a layer of spring water, which was clear and compelling.

"I take a pose, you follow me, and when you learn one movement, you can move on to the next one."

Tan Zhaozhao looked away from his face with difficulty and nodded in response.

Zhang Jiuling raised his hand and slashed down, angrily rushing into the mountains and rivers.

Tan Zhaozhao painted the gourd in the same way, soft as noodles.

Zhang Jiuling stared at Tan Zhaozhao's movements, "Don't move." He stepped forward, put his hand on her waist, and pinched it in the right place, "Use the strength of your waist to drive your arms, not your arms." ”

Tan Zhaozhao was afraid of itching, so he turned around and giggled.

Zhang Jiuling looked at her and said helplessly: "Don't hide!" ”

Tan Zhaozhao hurriedly stopped laughing and stood up, thought for a while, and said, "You just use the sword to point, I'm afraid of itching." ”

Zhang Jiuling stared at her waist meaningfully, stopped talking, raised the bamboo sword and nodded on Tan Zhaozhao's waist: "You try again." ”

With a strong waist, Tan Zhaozhao pondered it and quickly learned it. The corners of Zhang Jiuling's mouth rose and praised: "Zhao Zhao is smart." ”

Tan Zhaozhao smiled proudly, and after practicing a few times, he finally danced decently, but the angle of the split was still a little lacking.

Zhang Jiuling corrected it seriously a few times, and finally simply stood behind Tan Zhaozhao, his height and arm length made Tan Zhaozhao's whole person embedded in his arms: "That's it, relax, follow me." ”

Tan Zhaozhao's arm was driven by Zhang Jiuling and slashed down hard.

On his back was his strong chest, which was lying on his back, burning hot. Tan Zhaozhao was in a panic, the closing momentum was unstable, and the people rushed forward.

Zhang Jiuling had already let go of his hand, and hurriedly pulled her when he saw this.

This time he was not so lucky, Tan Zhaozhao fell on the wooden floor, and did not want to move.

Zhang Jiuling's face changed, and he stepped forward quickly, brushing his hand on her back, and his voice was a little anxious: "Does it hurt?" Where did you fall? ”

It doesn't hurt too much, it's just a little humiliating.

Tan Zhaozhao's head continued to be buried, and the urn said angrily: "I didn't fall, I'll lie down first, don't look at it." ”

The hand on his back paused, then moved away.

Zhang Jiuling couldn't help laughing, got up and turned his back, and said, "I don't look at it, you can get up." We pretend that nothing happened. ”

A guilty person gives himself away by conspicuously protesting his innocence!

Tan Zhaozhao turned his head, glared at Zhang Jiuling with resentment, and got up from the ground.

When Zhang Jiuling heard the squirting behind him, he coughed first and asked, "Okay?" ”

Definitely on purpose!

She could already hear his smiling smile!

Tan Zhaozhao rolled his eyes at his back, and said angrily, "Okay." ”

Zhang Jiuling turned around at this time, looked at her expression, and after carefully looking at her from top to bottom, he asked softly, "It hurts, let's rest for a while." ”

Tan Zhaozhao's stubborn temper came up, and he didn't believe in evil when he was born, gritted his teeth and said: "Don't stop, if I can't learn, I don't need to eat!" ”

Zhang Jiuling looked at her momentum, her eyes were full of smiles, but her face was serious: "How can it be done, Zhao Zhao likes to eat the most, if you don't have to eat, you will have no strength, and you will fall down if you wait carefully." ”

Damn, he actually laughed at her, where did the gentleman go?

Tan Zhaozhao had a dark face, raised his bamboo sword with both hands, and slashed towards Zhang Jiuling.

Zhang Jiuling stood still, unhurriedly raised the bamboo sword to resist, and the bamboo and wood collided with each other, with a crisp sound.

Tan Zhaozhao missed a blow, stepped forward, and then split.

Zhang Jiuling was calm and relaxed, allowing Tan Zhaozhao to split, pick, swing, slash, and jump indiscriminately, all of which steadily caught her attack.

The room crackled non-stop, like fried beans.

Tan Zhaozhao was so tired that he was panting, Zhang Jiuling stood steadily, and his feet barely moved when he saw the move.

Only in the last moment, Zhang Jiuling looked at Tan Zhaozhao's red and gorgeous face for a moment, and the bamboo sword slashed upward.

Suddenly, Tan Zhaozhao felt a strong attack, and the bamboo sword in his hand flew out.

Tan Zhaozhao looked at his wrist, and then looked at the bamboo sword that was still bouncing on the ground, his face full of disbelief.

It turned out that Zhang Jiuling had been playing with her before, and she didn't have any strength at all.

Tan Zhaozhao thought that his swordsmanship was so good that he could fight him!

Zhang Jiuling took out Luo Pa, gently wiped the sweat on his forehead for Tan Zhaozhao, and said, "It's because I thought about it before, you practice swords to strengthen your body, you don't need to be too harsh." Usually you don't move much, and you don't have enough strength. It's a little more moving than usual, and it's too late to go any further. ”

Tan Zhaozhao said unadmittedly: "When I learn well, in the future, when we encounter robbers on the way out, we can raise our swords and kill them." ”

Zhang Jiuling walked out, turned his head to look at her and smiled: "Zhao Zhao always thinks far-reaching and thoughtful. ”

It sounded like it was complimenting, but it was actually mocking her for thinking too much, Tan Zhaozhao was already able to accept it calmly, and said seriously: "After using the morning food, continue." ”

Zhang Jiuling looked at the sun that had risen to the sky, and said, "Don't be anxious, Zhaozhao, practice swordsmanship in the morning and evening when it is cooler, and I will teach you to ride a horse later." ”

Tan Zhaozhao said yes and asked, "Isn't Da Lang studying, will it delay your business?" ”

Zhang Jiuling said: "Don't worry, I'll arrange it." ”

Tan Zhaozhao was relieved, Zhang Jiuling had always arranged herself in an orderly manner, and she was patient when teaching her, almost perfect.

It's a pity, it's ......

Tan Zhaozhao's eyes drifted to Zhang Jiuling's waist from time to time.

Zhang Jiuling was extremely keen, and when Tan Zhaozhao took a second look, he noticed it. He groaned slightly, his face sank, and he asked quietly, "Zhaozhao, what's wrong?" ”

It's a bit hard to say how to say this.

Tan Zhaozhao sighed, and hurriedly denied: "It's nothing." ”

Zhang Jiuling paused, and said with a smile: "Zhao Zhao is thinking, why didn't I talk to Zhao Zhao when I came back for a while?" ”

Tan Zhaozhao: "......"

Scratching his heart and liver, Tan Zhaozhao blushed so much that he wanted to drip blood, his voice was floating, and he pretended to be calm: "Why? ”