Hearing the sound of the third watch, the cold clothes that had been unable to sleep finally got up, for fear of alarming the lady who was still asleep, he walked to the door of the room lightly, and quietly pushed the door out of the inner room. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Walking to the courtyard, he looked up at the bright moon hanging in the sky, turned his gaze to the direction of Huiyuan, and couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

Early this morning, he sent a carriage to his father-in-law's mansion and brought his wife and youngest son Leng Shiyu back.

Originally, he also planned that when Han Bing returned, the family would sit together and have a reunion dinner, so that they could live peacefully under one roof from then on.

But when it was time for dinner, there was no sign of the ice. Subsequently, a disturbing but not surprising news came that there was a murder in the Zheng family opera garden where Han Bing sang today. He immediately remembered, as if yesterday, before he got drunk, he heard Han Bing talk about cleaning up someone......

As a result, a family banquet was hastily withdrawn because he was restless and tasteless.

He waited in his study until late at night, still not waiting for the news of Hanbing's return. Later, under the repeated urging of his wife Su Xiangzhu, he had to reluctantly go back to the room to rest, but his eyes never closed for a moment.

At this moment, he stood in front of the court in his cloak, looking at the dark and gloomy house on the other side of Huiyuan, thinking that it was so late, those subordinates should have already rested, even if the cold ice came back, I am afraid no one would know.

Thinking of this, he suddenly walked towards Huiyuan.

Coming to the courtyard gate of Han Bing's residence, Leng Yiqing looked at the unlit house inside, and hesitated whether he should go in to check if Han Bing was in the house.

Although he felt that his actions were really ridiculous, as if he was a thief in his own yard, Leng Yiqing still tiptoed to the window of the cold room, wanting to hear the movement inside.

Who knew that this hearing really gave him a very unusual sound!

It was a wheezing sound that was extremely suppressed, intermittent, but it contained great pain, and it was heart-wrenching to hear.

Now he couldn't bear it any longer, walked to the door, and knocked on the door hard.

However, after several knocks in quick succession, no one answered, and the wheezing did not stop at all. He hesitated to call the door, but he was afraid that he would be heard by the people living in the front yard, and after thinking about it, he raised his hand again to knock on the door.

"Your Excellency—" A soft call stopped him from moving.

Leng Yiqing looked back at his wife Su Xiangzhu standing in front of the courtyard gate, stood silent for a moment, finally put down his hand, walked in front of her, and said softly: "The night is cold and windy, Madame should go back with me." ”

Su Xiangzhu nodded lightly, and with the support of her husband, she walked back through the cold moonlight.

Before leaving, Leng Yiqing couldn't help but glance back at the room that was still pitch black, his face full of doubts and worries.

It's just that he didn't notice at all that at the corner of the courtyard wall on the other side, a pair of bright eyes were watching his and Su Xiangzhu's every move.

After the husband and wife walked away, the owner of the eyes turned the corner and quietly came to the courtyard gate. He stood there and looked at the courtyard for a long time, and then walked up the stone steps in front of the courtyard gate, and sat down facing the courtyard with his arms and knees folded.

I don't know how long it took, but the man sitting on the stone steps seemed to feel the cold, so he hugged his knees tighter, but he had no intention of leaving.

At this moment, the door that had not been knocked on by the cold clothes suddenly opened.

Han Bing stood in front of the door, his clear eyes looked at the small figure still sitting on the stone steps, and said with a smile: "It's cold outside, come into the house!"

The little figure quickly stood up, ran across the courtyard without hesitation, and followed Han Bing into the room. But as soon as he entered the room, his steps began to hesitate, and finally stopped near the door, staring at the cold ice silently with a pair of dark and bright eyes.

Han Bing pulled a chair from the table and placed it in front of the little boy, but he sat on it himself.

"Why are you sitting alone in the courtyard?" he looked at the boy with a fierce gaze, and the smile on his face was gone.

The boy still stared at him, but stubbornly refused.

Cold eyes flashed, and a subtle smile flashed across his lips, "Since there is something to ask me for, but I don't speak, wouldn't it be in vain to come here?"

The boy's eyes moved, as if he felt that he was reasonable, and finally spoke: "Do you know who I am?"

"What if you know?" asked Han Bing rhetorically.

"Then you-"

"What do you call me?!" the cold ice looked cold.

The boy was stunned, and finally muttered, "Brother......"

Han Bing narrowed his eyes slightly and said "um", which was considered to be satisfied, and then asked, "How old are you, Shiyu?"

"Twelve. Shiyu blinked, as if he was so affectionately called himself by this strange brother as soon as they met, and felt a little unaccustomed.

Han Bing rolled his eyes and asked again, "Have you practiced martial arts?"

Shiyu's eyes lit up, knowing that Han Bing had guessed his intention, and his heart was suddenly full of hope, "No, but I want to ask my brother to teach me." ”

Han Bing smiled and thought to himself, this kid's ghost eyes turned as fast as that Zuo Xiang, "Okay, but first, why do you want to practice martial arts?"

"I want to be like you, brother, hoe the strong and help the weak, and uphold justice!" Shiyu straightened his small chest, and his face showed a look of pride.

Han Bing was stunned when he heard this, and asked, "Where did you hear all this?"

"Grandpa told me!" Shiyu's eyes were full of longing, "Grandpa said brother, you will teach me martial arts!"

Han Bing suddenly understood.

Su Wenqiu should have already known that Shiyu is likely to enter the palace to be the prince's companion. And he must have known a lot about the cruel temperament of the prince, and he was worried that his grandson was in danger. So he wanted to let himself teach Shiyu some self-defense martial arts, at least not to be hurt by the prince who was two years older than him and strong.

"Do you know that learning martial arts is not an easy task, and you have to endure a lot of hardship?"

"I'm not afraid of hardship! I want to be a great hero and kill the wicked!"

"Even if you can endure hardship, you may not be able to become a great hero!" Han Bing sneered, "If you really want to learn martial arts, you must start with a bear first! In other words, you must learn to be beaten first, can you stand it?"

Shiyu looked at his brother with some confusion, "Beaten? Do you still need to learn to be beaten? Besides, I practiced martial arts to beat people, why should I be beaten first?"

"Because the strong have their own strong players, how can you be so sure that your opponents can't beat you? Once your skills are not as good as others, you must be able to withstand the beating, endure the pain, and hold on not to lie down. Only by doing this will you find an opportunity to fight back, or simply smear the soles of your feet with oil - and slip away!"

Shiyu blinked his dark eyes and thought about it, and felt that what his brother said did make some sense. It's just that he always has a strange feeling in his heart, as if the idea of being beaten makes his brother happy. Otherwise, why is my brother's eyes shining all the time, and there is a trace of pride in them that can't be hidden?

"So—how do you learn from this beating?" Shiyu asked cautiously.

Han Bing glanced at him and said with slight disdain: "This kung fu of beating is not easier to learn than the kung fu of beating people, and it is not easy to understand it in a few words." You go back and think about it carefully, and if you really make up your mind to learn, come here to see me the day after tomorrow. ”

With that, he got up from his chair, stretched, and made a look of chasing customers.

Shiyu bit her lip and said in a firm voice: "The day after tomorrow, Shiyu will definitely come here to see my brother!"

Seeing Leng Shiyu's small figure disappear outside the courtyard gate, Han Bing's face couldn't help but show a smile, and he said to himself: "This kid! I don't know who this stubborn character learned from?!"