Divine Doctor: Daughter of the First Wife

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"Mother!" Just when Shen's spoon had to touch his lips, he was suddenly stopped by the sinking fish.

Shen was shocked by her. When she looked up again, she just saw the anxious worry of the fish. She could not help but persuade her: "Dear your daughter, don't worry, your sisters will not let go of Feng Yu. She must live not to marry at the age of fifteen!"

The heart of Fengshen fish was tumbling in the bottom of her heart, and her eyes were full of entanglements. She hoped that this mother would never become a stumbling block for her to climb the phoenix, but she stopped when Shen’s once again went to drink the bowl of soup: The daughter only remembered that the soup had forgotten to put salt, the mother waited for it to drink again, and the daughter went to sneak again." Hastily grabbed the soup bowl in the hands of Shen, and escaped like leaving the room.

Shen’s still didn’t understand what was going on, just looking at the background of the fish’s departure and whispering, “My daughter, all the good things in this world should be yours. The mother’s money is all left. For you."

This evening, the class came back.

He put the same thing in front of Feng Yu, and Feng Yuqi took it up and looked at it. It was an old hairpin.

"There is a fifteen-year-old granddaughter, who is the ninth house of Shen Jiasan's ninth house. She took her a hairpin and her style is old, like something in the past."

Feng Yu nodded, and it really was like this.

She felt that Sun Hao’s betrayal would have some reasons. Otherwise, how could Yao’s dowry from Yao’s family be transferred to others for three years?

It’s just that this grandson has hidden his little granddaughter very deeply. When he was raised to fifteen years old, Yao didn’t even know.

She will send her hair back to the class and tell him: "Tonight, send this donkey to Sun Hao."

"Follow the order." The class nodded and wanted to say something, but suddenly it looked like a move, then said: "The temple is down." After the words, the figure disappeared and disappeared.

Feng Yu squatted on the spot, and Forgot Sichuan smiled and pushed her: "The class went down and said that the temple was down, and the lady went out to see."

She reacted, and quickly got up and ran two steps, but stood still and turned back to ask for forgetting Sichuan: "I can't do this clothes?"

When she said this, she despised herself. When did it start, and the man with a purple lotus eyebrow could pull her heart like this?

Perhaps this question will never have an answer, but in fact, she knows well, just the night she just came to the world, the moment she waved her farewell to him, the heart has already begun to nostalgia.

"Well to look good." There was a voice coming from the back window. The girl who had not turned back went to smile with her lips.

Looking back at the sound, through the open window, under a big tree not far away, there was a purple robe man sitting in a wheelchair, still wearing the golden mask, but she suddenly I can see the purple lotus through the small hole.

"Hey, come over."

The sound was like magic, and it confuses Feng Yu to run to the window, and his body flies through the window lightly, and ran toward him with the skirt.

"How come you?" Her eyes are bright, and her spirits are twinkling. Looking at the eyes of Xuantian, like the stars in the sky, it makes people feel awkward.

"I'll see you." He took her hand and took the person to the front of the wheelchair and sat on the handle of the wheelchair. Then he took a hand and the wheelchair flew straight up, heading for the top of the mountain. I went out.

Feng Yuxi only smelled the sound of the wind in his ear, and the whole person was like sitting on a flying carpet and experiencing a wonderful journey.

She held one hand close to the neck of Xuantian, and the other hand stretched out, excitedly swaying the branches along the way, like a child.

Xuantian had never seen her like this, and she was surprised when she felt that she was like a 12-year-old.

The two were on such a night, just in the air, and the four eyes were opposite each other, looking at the tender feelings.

Finally arrived at the top of the mountain, the wheelchair was steady, and he was lucky to receive the work.

She subconsciously lifted her sleeves and wiped him. Xuantian muttered a little, but did not hide. Until Feng Yuxi had finished cleaning, he said: "The first time I saw a girl sweating with a cuff. ”

"Oh... should I use the slap?" She touched her body. "No slap." Instead of continuing the topic, I sincerely lamented: "It’s so cool! Xuantian, this is what you call Light work?"

He enjoyed the feeling that she called him Xuan Tianming. This name, which belongs to him but was extremely strange, was called by her and finally found a sense of belonging again.

In this world, only she called him so, Xuan Tian Ming, grace, very good.

Feng Yuqi walked down from the wheelchair and happily turned a few laps on the top of the mountain. When he stood still and looked at Xuantian, he only felt that the haze accumulated in the past days was swept away. In his heart, there is only the ink that he has risen with the wind, and the faint purple lotus under the moonlight in the night.

She thought, a girl who likes a boy first, should it be a loss? I still remember that my past friends told her that in love, whoever tempted first loses.

But now she is losing her heart.

"Do you want to learn?" Xuantian was stared at her helplessly. "I mean light work. If you want to learn, I can teach you."

Feng Yuxi shook his head. "It’s too difficult to learn. It’s too hard for you to see me. Everyone and things in Fengfu are enough for me to toss. I have to read medical books and study herbs. Also have to look at the business outside the store, where is the time to learn lightly."

She was a little depressed, but in a blink of an eye, she opened her arms and ran forward to say the sleeves of Xuantian Ming. "But I will also work hard."

Xuan Tianqi nodded. "When you were in the mountains, see the stone you played, you know that you are not a bit of a skill."

She smiled and used her fingers to poke his golden mask: "It's not just a little bit of work! Although I am a little weak now, but these are temporary, I will eat more in the future, and take some time to train every day. It will be able to recover soon. Although it can't be restored to the peak state so quickly, when it comes to fighting, it won't drag Huangquan to their hind legs."

Xuantian Ming did not understand her words very much. What is the return to the peak state? What she meant was that she had a good skill and is now regressing?

However, I nodded very seriously and told her: "If there is a foundation, don't be ruined. Even if someone can protect you at all times, there is always a time. I am always worried that you will have an accident. I said that I met someone who was in the palace of the king last night. I don’t trust you, and this is the case."

She let the class go out to do things. Since the Shen family is in Beijing, it is natural to go back to Beijing.

Feng Yuxi was not angry at the class and told his own situation to Xuantian, but he was very happy because he said that he was not worried.

"Do you want to try?" She naughtyly stepped back two steps and kept a certain distance from him.

"What are you trying?" Xuantian whispered a little, and then reacted. Do you dare to compare this girl with him? It seems like he is bullying a child.

But she did not have the heart to sweep her up, and nodded, "Okay." Only when she is accompanying her activities and activities.

Feng Yuxi happily pulled open the frame, the sole of the foot slipped, and he slipped around behind him.

Xuantian's reaction was not slow, and then a wheelchair was taken, and people slanted out to go far.

I listened to Feng Yu and shouted: "Without the light!" The man rushed to fight.

Xuantian meditation is ancient Wu, and the moves and routines are not touched by Feng Yu.

What Feng Yujun used was the actual combat techniques and techniques learned in the 21st century Marine Corps, which focused on uniforming or killing targets in a short period of time. The set of roads is also a set of military boxing, but she has been slightly modified and applied more flexibly.

Xuan Tian Ming is more and more surprised. Although Feng Yu is indeed like her, this small body is really disappointing. The strength is so small that he almost dare not directly touch her little arm, for fear of hurting her, but she The tricks that he made were what he had never seen before.

Feng Yu's tricks seem to be inconsistent with the gorgeous, not to mention good-looking. Most of the girls who practice martial arts will choose to do light work or swordsmanship, which is a beautiful kung fu. But Feng Yu’s smashing out is completely complete wrestling. One stroke and one style are fierce, and they are both tricky and practical.

Xuantian believes that if Feng Yu's physical condition is raised, this kind of effort will be brought out, even if it is a superior martial arts master, she can tie it with it. What's more, vaguely, he always feels that the martial arts of this gimmick does not seem to be assisted by the inner workings, but in fact, there must be a set of internal strength training, but she has not yet practiced.

The two men played more than a hundred rounds before they both closed. Feng Yu was a little tired. He rubbed his hands on his knees and wheezed, while he was breathing and swaying at Xuan Tianming: "No, no, it’s broken for a while. I am tired. You let me rest, and there are still some moves that are useless." Then he sat down on the ground and rested on his own.

He turned the wheelchair to her side, and pulled a cloak behind him to cover her. "The mountain is cool in the night, you just sweated and carefully frozen." After thinking about it, he said: "You should be still Didn't you practice the internal skills of this move?"

Feng Yu nodded, no matter ancient or modern, as long as it is martial arts, it is useless to rely on external tactics. The important thing is the inner cooperation.

This point, the ancients called the inner work method, and in modern times, everyone knows: Qigong.

"My set is a comprehensive move of fighting and picking. It also combines a set of military boxing." She can see the curiosity of Xuantian, and she will explain to him actively. "It’s all close combat skills, nothing to watch. Sex, but one stroke and one style are very practical. And with the internal strength of these moves, I call it hard qigong."

"Hard qigong?" He pondered a bit and analyzed it with his own understanding: "I see that you have a lot of strength when fighting. The so-called hard qigong, if practiced, the average person takes a shot, only the arm is broken. What?"

Feng Yu nodded. "Almost, it depends on the degree of training. But even if I practiced it, it would be a lot worse to play with you." She had to admit that the ancient Wu is profound and profound, "you will all be light, and there are I have a long-term weapon, and I have suffered from it. I have seen it from these two fights."

Xuan Tianming nodded in agreement, then looked at her, with a hint of inquiry in her eyes, and she immediately asked her: "Who did you learn with?"