She is a heartthrob who wants to live a good life

"Cang Cang, hold the whip and sweep like this," Wen Guihan held Shen Wei Cang's hand and half-huggled her in his arms, "slow down and watch the direction of the whip tip."

Shen Weicang recalled the movements he had just demonstrated and reproduced them accurately.

She was wearing a dark red dress with narrow sleeves. Her long hair was braided again with silver bells at the end of her hair. As she moved, the bell of the whip and the silver bells at the end of her hair made crisp sounds.

"It's not that difficult," she practiced once and then stopped. "Gui Han, I'm so smart, will I be able to be as good as you soon?"

Wen Guihan laughed, took a handkerchief to wipe the sweat off her forehead, and answered seriously: "Of course."

Shen Weicang's eyes sparkled: "So, if I meet those bandits on the way back to Qingzhou that day again, I can deal with them as easily as you did?"

"Cang Cang," Wen Guihan said softly, "It's not worth it for you to deal with such a small fry yourself. I'll do it."

Shen Weicang was dissatisfied: "It's not as satisfying as letting others do it yourself."

Wen Guihan's smile became more doting: "Then let me capture them all and tie them up and let Ren Cangcang beat them to vent my anger."

Shen Weicang snorted, then took the whip and repeated the moves that Wen Guihan had taught her just now.

It's just that she didn't have enough strength. Although these were the most basic and simplest movements, she felt tired after practicing them so much.

Wen Guihan pinched her arm with measured pressure: "Does your arm feel sore? If you are tired, let's go back first. We have to practice step by step, and we can't be impatient."

Shen Weicang panted lightly and let him massage his arms: "It's noon now, let's go back."

Wen Guihan realized a few days ago that he didn't need to persuade Shen Weicang, as he couldn't bear any hardship and would never let himself suffer for the sake of practicing martial arts.

A few days ago, when they were on the road, Wen Guihan took out some time every day to guide Shen Weicang to practice some internal martial arts. She found it very interesting at first and followed him in horse stance.

But she couldn't hold on any longer in less than a cup of tea. She jumped up and stood up straight, stamping her feet and saying that her feet were going numb, her legs were sore, and her shoulders were sore.

Shen Zheng felt so distressed that he helped her into the carriage without making a fuss, and then massaged her legs and shoulders.

Wen Guihan was helpless. Knowing that Cang Cang was delicate and afraid of hardship, he gave up the idea of ​​teaching her martial arts seriously.

Originally, he fantasized about being together day and night, and that Cang Cang would forgive him soon.

Yesterday, several people entered Luozhou and found an inn to stay in. This morning, Wen Guihan brought Shen Weicang to the forest on the outskirts of the city to practice whipping.

He was thinking wrongly. Practicing martial arts is not something that can be done in a few days or months. Not to mention the years of hard study and practice, the injuries suffered in the process are inevitable.

How could Cang Cang endure such suffering?

He planned to teach her several sets of whip techniques for self-defense and body building, so that she would have the power to protect herself when facing ordinary people. With him around, Cang Cang would never fall into danger.

Shen Weicang had been practicing for the whole morning, his face was rosy and he looked energetic. He was still new to his whip. When the belt was tied around his waist, he jumped on the horse.

Wen Guihan rode his horse beside her. Shen Weicang just remembered something at this moment: "Where is the whip I gave you before? You wanted to teach me the whip technique today, why didn't you take it and use mine instead?"

Wen Guihan's body stiffened, his expression was a little unnatural, and he didn't dare to look at her: "The whip... is broken."

Shen Weicang frowned slightly: "Wen Guihan, I have used that whip for more than a year and it has not broken, but it broke right after I gave it to you. Do you not value the whip or me?"

Wen Guihan hurriedly explained: "It wasn't me...it wasn't me who broke it, it was Shen Zheng who broke it."

In fact, it was he who broke it. After the two of them had a fight in Shenjiazhuang that night, he originally wanted to just take down the bell and return it to Shen Zheng.

But Shen Zheng suddenly tried to snatch the whip. Wen Guihan was already uncomfortable with it, so he just pulled the two ends of the whip with him, and "accidentally" the whip broke.

Shen Zheng didn't care about the whip, he just wanted the bells. As long as the whip didn't fall into Wen Guihan's hands, it would be better if it was destroyed.

Wen Guihan was even more satisfied, because originally the whip was given to him by Shen Weicang, and he didn't dare to do anything to the whip. But now it was Shen Zheng who broke it, so he couldn't be blamed.

"Shen Zheng?"

Shen Weicang only said "oh", but his face was still cold: "Don't shirk responsibility. Although Shen Zheng is annoying, you are so much better than him. How could he break your things?"

"It's because you don't take the things I gave you seriously," she became angrier and angrier. "You said earlier that you would find out what happened that year, but it's been a few days and you were just fooling me."

Wen Guihan looked anxious. He jumped off his horse and landed behind Shen Weicang amid her exclamation.

"Cang Cang, I have already sent people from Wenjian Villa and asked my friends in the martial arts world to investigate," he hugged Shen Weicang's waist tightly.

"It's not that I don't care about the whip, but Shen Zheng is the fifth young master of Shenjiazhuang after all. Before we left, Uncle Shen told me to take good care of him, so I naturally had to give in to him."

Shen Weicang ignored his low-level provocation and said, "Don't say bad things about Zheng'er in front of me. He is my brother. Isn't it your duty to give in to him?"

Wen Guihan really didn't expect that this trick of framing Shen Zheng wouldn't work. Doesn't Cang Cang hate Shen Zheng very much?

When did her relationship with Shen Zheng become so close that even their names became so intimate?

His breathing suddenly became heavier, and the force around Shen Weicang's waist also increased a little.

Shen Weicang only felt that he was getting closer to her. Wen Guihan was almost face to face with her, and his voice became lower: "Cangcang, I didn't say anything bad about Shen Zheng."

She felt a little uncomfortable and wanted to hide, but the more she did so, the more she shrank into his arms. Her momentum weakened a little, and it seemed that she had never seen Wen Guihan like this before, so her tone softened a little:

"Okay, I didn't say anything about you, Young Master Wen, don't be like this."

She glanced at Wen Guihan. She knew that his injuries had not fully healed in the past few days.

Even though she couldn't see that Shen Zheng wanted to beat him to death that night, she could still feel that Wen Guihan was in a listless state these days.

Wen Guihan had a fever in the inn last night because his wounds had not yet healed and he had to travel continuously. He spent most of the night lying on the ground wrapped in a quilt and complaining of the cold.

Thinking of this, Shen Weicang's eyes were puzzled. Wen Guihan was too tough. Even in this condition, he could still bring her to practice whip techniques today.

Wen Guihan's face turned red again, even hotter than last night. When he saw her looking at him, his eyes quickly looked away.

He was afraid that he would not be able to control himself and offend Cang Cang. She was already angry with him, and it would be bad if he made Cang Cang unhappy again.

"Why are you hiding?" Shen Weicang seemed to dislike everything about him. "Why don't you dare look at me?"

Wen Guihan moved his gaze back with difficulty, and then it was fixed on her face and he couldn't move away.

"I......"

Shen Weicang rode out of the woods. Her horsemanship was taught by Shen Qiong and Shen Que in their spare time. She rode in their neat style, so the horse's back was inevitably a little bumpy.

The two of them were too close, and Wen Guihan's lips unexpectedly brushed against Shen Weicang's cheek during the bumpy ride.

Shen Weicang glanced back at him, and before she could do anything, his reaction was even greater than hers, and his face immediately turned red. She felt that she could even see steam coming out of his face.

He explained incoherently: "Cang Cang, I didn't mean to offend you."