Dressed as a wronged stepmother, I was pampered by three villains

Tang Yan went back dejectedly, with "I was fooled again" written all over his body!

Seeing Yan Beichen quietly playing checkers, Tang Yan suddenly found a hint of schadenfreude on his face.

"Why are you laughing?"

"You think I'm laughing?"

"The corners of your mouth raised just now were clearly smiling."

Yan Beichen glanced at him and said, "Instead of competing with me, why don't you reflect on why you always come to your door?"

"It's not all that woman." Tang Yan opened his fan and shook it wildly, "Zhang Biluo was named wrong. She is not tea, she is clearly lotus root. She is full of evil thoughts."

"Yes, compared with her, you are indeed short-sighted."

"One more thing. I am full of love for my nephew. This is called caring and chaos." Tang Yan noticed that the tea cup was not so hot anymore. Tang Yan picked it up and took a few sips, and then said: "Yan Beichen, although you are mocking me, then what's the matter?

What can you do? You are brave and resourceful, but you are not

Being plotted against? You can kill the enemy in the army, but now you can only rely on a wheelchair. Anyway, we are tied on the same rope, and we must always look after each other. You teach me how to fight with Dabao, hum, it’s time to let

Yanlongcheng respects and loves us!"

Yan Beichen pointed to the corner, "In that case, let's go and stand for an hour first."

As soon as he heard that he was about to jump into a horse stance, Tang Yan began to regret it and felt that he had been hasty.

"I just finished changing the window screens in the neighbor's yard. Can't I just tie them up?"

Yan Beichen had a sullen face, and Yan Liu, who was pushing the wheelchair behind him, said: "Master Tang, if this were in a military camp, anyone who escaped during the battle would have been dealt with by military law."

Tang Yan resignedly stood in the corner and asked himself again: Why did you come to this small place? I have to do carpentry, cut firewood and burn charcoal, and even learn how to walk on horseback. Isn't this looking for abuse? I am in the capital to participate in a yaoka.

Collect, go to the flower-viewing banquet, and throw the fruit car at any time. Isn't it good to be a handsome man? Isn't it good to be my literati and slut?

No matter how exquisite life is, it cannot withstand such rough torture!

Yan Beichen explained why he had to stand up: "If the bottom plate is unstable, Zhang Sanniang can knock you down with all her skills. Whether a poet or a knight-errant, both believe in one word. No one can help you make a decision, but

Since you agreed to Dabao, you must be a good sparring partner."

This hour was really unbearable. Tang Yan's legs felt like they were filled with lead. If he accidentally moved, the leftover materials from Yan Beichen's "wood carving" would immediately hit his calf.

"Yan Liu, go get the gun manual from my case."

I need to practice shooting, the Yan family's gun.

Tang Yan works at high load every day. Today he changed the window screens and bed curtains, squatted on a horse for an hour, and now he can still swing a gun. He is used to this rhythm.

But he couldn't bear the humiliation.

Yan Beichen held a whistle stick that was coiled to the pulp, as if he was training his grandson. He would hit if his movements were stiff, if his movements were not in place, he would hit if he couldn't stretch his arm straight, and if he missed a whistle, he would hit even more.

I didn't remember any of the marksmanship moves, but I was almost knocked unconscious.

Tang Yan was about to cry but had no tears: Why did I pick up the iron saw and the weapon with the hand I used to hold Guan Chengzi? It must be because I love Dabao deeply.

The next day, just after dawn, Yan Liu knocked on Tang Yan's door: "Master Tang, it's time to get up. The young master next door is already stretching his muscles and walking."

"So early?" Tang Yan didn't want to be looked down upon, so he had to get up no matter how reluctant he was. He was so wrapped up in his nephew that he couldn't bear to die.

This time the neighbor didn't stop him, and Tang Yan was welcomed in for the first time. He didn't even enjoy the feeling of elation for five seconds before he had to face Zhang Biluo's ruthless scolding.

"You are such an old man, but you can't get up as early as Dabao, so your self-discipline is almost zero."

"This is my first morning practice."

"Don't you get up early when you're studying? You're so lazy. You don't change into a smart outfit when you come to sparring, and you don't plan on getting this one?"

How could Tang Yan continue to be beaten? He started to fight back: "Zhang Sanniang, you are too lazy. What time has it been? Your yard has not been swept yet, and the water tank is empty."

Zhang Biluo snapped his fingers and said, "Thanks for the reminder. After you finish practicing with Dabao later, you can clean the yard."

Tang Yan was silent. This is a great opportunity to get close to his nephew. We can't waste it by arguing. Forbearance!

Dabao was very curious about this sparring partner, and the two of them stretched their muscles together.

The window in the east room was open, Zhang Biluo poked his head out from behind the silver-red window screen, held his chin in one hand, and yawned without any pretense.

Tang Yan snorted from his nose, look, how can he show the manners of a noble lady? Bai has lived in the Hou Mansion for so long, but she still can't get on the stage!

After the preparatory activities were completed, the two of them picked up their weapons. Dabao said: "You are already a sparring partner, so there shouldn't be such a quarrel between us."

Tang Yan was overjoyed. After all, they were connected by blood, and Dabao began to get close to his uncle!

"Dabao is right, we should be more intimate in the future, and we should be envious of others."

Dabao nodded, "Okay, since you agree, you can call me General Yan from now on."

"What about me? What did you call me?"

"You are so much older than me, let's call you Old Tang."

After saying that, regardless of whether Tang Yantong agreed or not, he asked loudly: "Old Tang, why did you use the gun?"

Tang Yan didn't even think about it, and casually copied and pasted Yan Beichen's words, "At the right moment with a long sword and a long spear, I use the spear, and every inch is longer and stronger! Little General Yan, why are you using the sword?"

"An inch short and an inch dangerous."

"Little general, please give me some advice."

"please!"

The two of them looked good-looking, and a quarter of an hour later, someone was lying on the wall of the courtyard.

Li Yunniang didn't even cook, she happily ate melon seeds and watched the fun, "Sanniang, your screams are so sad. I thought your family was killing pigs."

Zhang Biluo looked at Tang Yan who was stabbed in the leg with a small sword in the courtyard and regretted endlessly, "Really, if I had known that Mr. Tang was so stupid, I wouldn't have looked for him. I am better than him."

Could Tang Yan not be able to defeat Dabao? Of course not, he was reluctant to take action.

He was used to Dabao, but Dabao was not used to him. The little bamboo sword kept pricking him.

Although the child was small, Tang Yan could bear all the strength transmitted through the bamboo sword.

Tang Yan looked at Dabao, who had a standard attitude but was not polite in every move, and couldn't help but feel pleased: This child has grown up well, but it's just a bit troublesome for his uncle.

"Pa", a stone came over and hit Tang Yan's wrist. The stick was sharpened very hastily, and the small broken gun, which was far less refined than the beast fighting chess piece, fell to the ground.

"Tang Yan, if you are perfunctory, go back to the capital as soon as possible."

Looking at Yan Beichen being pushed into the hospital by Yan Liu, Tang Yan gritted his teeth, picked up a small broken gun and fought with Dabao.

The big BMW became happy and said, "Old Tang, you have finally stood up, then I will beat you seriously!"