Spring is thick and thin

The little son has been raised by rich clothes and fine food since he was born, and he loses his temper when he is not happy. Except that he can only wait for Jing Yan to find him and can't find him himself, he has never encountered any setbacks, except meeting the emperor at the royal family banquet by chance. At that time, the emperor was also kind to him.Except for the serious illness that he didn't remember when he was a child, he didn't even have a headache or fever on weekdays, and he almost had the illusion that "the world is me".

However, this illusion has not been completely formed before it completely disappears.

Originally, he thought that as long as he had perseverance, he could persevere.When his mother encourages him, she likes to say that as long as he persists and has great perseverance, he will definitely be able to do it.At this moment, he didn't even have the strength to poke his mouth, thinking weakly, mother is lying, some things can't be done by persisting.

Just shaking his body, he fell to the ground. Before he fell, he was supported by Song Jiaoxi.Song Jiaoxi has been staring closely at the side, quickly touched the little boy's limbs and bones, and heaved a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he didn't hurt anything, but it was sore for a few days, and let the little boy know what to do and what not to do.

The young master had to lie on the bed for five days before he could get himself down. Uncle Wu who knew about this snorted coldly: "You boy who has no self-knowledge!" Excessive force hurts the muscles and bones, which affects future growth.

Mengniang was a little annoyed at Song Jiaoxi, thinking that this former soldier's brain just can't turn around, and the child will be brave, why don't you just promise to teach some good-looking tricks to fool you!She didn't get angry with Song Jiaoxi, but she just asked the maid beside him to remind Song Jiaoxi a few words, telling him how to stroke the young master's hair so that such a thing would not happen again.

Song Jiaoxi promised well, without showing any impatient look, Mengniang's maid left and rolled her eyes, thinking that girls have too many things to do, what's the matter, you are still planning to send a young master to go out to fight first The maid gathered together to teach the soldiers, telling them what the young master likes and dislikes?

He thought so in his heart, when teaching the young master, he didn't fool the young master according to what Mengniang wanted.In the end, the little boy squatted on horseback for an hour and a half, which was enough to see that his perseverance was far superior to that of his peers. Although he was usually spoiled and spoiled, he was really not afraid of hardship. After touching his muscles and bones, he was very strong, enough to learn the basic skills .

Wu Bohou's family was originally a family of spearmanship, a red cherry can be grabbed up and can be as powerful as a rainbow, sweeping away thousands of troops, but can be exquisitely skilled and embroidered with thread.It's just that in Wu Bohou's generation, because Mengniang was fascinated by the heroes who used swords in the novels, she went to learn a set of swordsmanship that looks good when playing with swords, and takes advantage of the extraordinarily chic swordsmanship. While practicing, I suddenly realized that I said that swords and swords are interlinked, and then I turned to learn swords. Now when I go to war, Wu Bohou always carries three weapons together. He uses a gun when he mounts and a knife when he dismounts. When he stabilizes the army, he uses tricks His swordsmanship and unrestrained figure can always attract the exclamation of soldiers.

The current situation is that the Hui Dynasty is the only one, and the scattered small countries around them are mostly affiliated countries of the Hui Dynasty. It's just that there are many dissidents on the grassland and the sea, and they invade the border of the Hui Dynasty from time to time.Although Wu Bohou's weapon experience sounds funny, these three weapons are indeed the weapons that Wu Bohou is famous for, and the protection of the border of the Hui Dynasty is also thanks to him, so the soldiers under his command all admire the commander. Yes, and the same is true for Song Jiaoxi.He knew that he could only be regarded as the little prince's accompanying trainer, those important things were taught by Wu Bohou himself, and what made him most proud was boxing kung fu, so he taught this first.

To practice boxing and kicking, you must first practice wrestling, and what you eat is experience.From the first day, the little boy returned to his yard with a bruised and swollen body every day. He was young, and many medicines available to adults were too irritating for him, and cold compresses hurt his bones. The methods are very gentle, and the effect is slow in a short period of time. Fortunately, the child healed quickly from bumps and bumps, but the old wounds were not healed, and the new wounds appeared densely. In the first month when the young master started learning, he did not see a piece of good skin on his body. , bruised and swollen, and the injuries received at different times overlapped, and it even made people's scalp feel numb.

This day, Mengniang personally came to apply medicine to the young master, she couldn't help but took out her handkerchief to cover her face and began to cry.The last time she was so distressed was when Uncle Wu was poisoned and scraped his flesh, her heart twitched, seeing her son didn't complain, but in good spirits, she didn't have a fit in front of him, she waited to go back to the room, silent When Wu Bohou came back from his duty, he was angry: "Then Song Jiaoxi doesn't care about my son's health at all, so you don't care about it!"

"What is there to manage, how can there be a good martial arts without getting hurt?"

He didn't want to say more, but when he saw Mengniang was still staring at him bitterly, he was afraid that Mengniang wouldn't be able to turn the corner and would go straight to Professor Song to do something, so he said, "Besides, I came here in the same way at that time. I went to play with you with an injury all over my body, but you didn’t feel bad and didn’t say anything, you still thought I was too ugly, you were scared to cry by me, and you refused to see me for a long time, and at that time, I didn’t see you say anything.”

Mengniang has long forgotten this past event.Wu Bohou is a few years older than her. When Wu Bohou started practicing martial arts, Meng Niang was still innocently fluttering butterflies. She couldn't remember it when she tried her best, and she had a look of disbelief: "Don't fool me, how could I be like that?" timid."

Wu Bohou saw Mengniang's unbelieving demeanor, couldn't help recalling the past, and said with nostalgia: "How could I have fooled you, you were ignorant at that time, and you were afraid when you saw me hurt, so you couldn't recognize me directly. Come out, I will come out, and you will not recognize me until I recover from my injury..."

Wu Bohou, a military general, has profound skills in coaxing people. As soon as he recalled that they were young, they would talk endlessly. After a while, when the curtains were drawn, Mengniang forgot about the complaints.

The little boy is really energetic when he practices boxing and kicking kung fu.He was too tired to look in the mirror every day. He just saw the injuries on his body, but he didn't know that his face was almost gone.He still couldn't tell the difference between beauty and ugliness, anyway, Jing Yan didn't show anything unusual when he saw him, so he didn't care.

Jing Yan didn't come to play with him much at first, and he had to wait for a long time to see him once, but after he started practicing boxing and kicking, and after he was beaten and gritted his teeth without pain, he occasionally planted a plant next to the training ground. Seeing Jing Yan on a tall tree, he was holding a small basket with snacks in his hand, eating while watching Teacher Song drill him with relish.When he was particularly embarrassed, Jing Yan would still be amused.

The snacks in the basket were given by the young master. Originally, the young master wanted to share his favorite food, and gave him different variations every day, but he never showed any preference. He always ate the same food, with a flat expression. , I can't tell if I like it or not.But since he didn't refuse, the little boy didn't stop feeding.

As the young master's training gradually improved, his vague dream gradually became clear.He wants to make himself stronger, just like his father, he is good with weapons, it would be even better if he can meet the monks and priests with supernatural powers in the scriptures, in short, it must be very special, very strong, and then catch him, I don't tell him to sneak away anymore, I can only play with myself.

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When the young master squatted again, Jing Yan suddenly felt bored, and came down from the tree with a basket that exuded a fragrant smell, and returned to his small courtyard.Spring weeds grew wildly, occupying every corner of the yard. When he came back, the dumb slave was poking his butt and trying to clean up the weeds.It's just that his methods are not in place, and the cleaned places are not as beautiful as the natural beauty. If there is a missing piece here, it will be unsightly.

But the two people here are not aesthetic guys. The dumb slave is diligently weeding the weeds. He only knows to cut off the roots on the surface of the soil, and pull out the roots if he doesn’t know. After a piece of land was leveled, spring rain began to fall at night, and when I looked at it tomorrow, a piece of greenery appeared again.

However, this is already a must-have experience every year.Although the dumb slave was diligent in weeding, he didn't have the determination to get rid of it, because he found that Jing Yan liked to watch him weed, especially when a piece had just been weeded and then grew again.This is one of the few joys in the boring little yard.His annual weeding has become a kind of program instead.

As the weeds grew wildly, the insects hiding in the grass jumped up crazily, unwilling to be lonely. Jing Yan ran from here to there, from there to here, and finally took a bunch of strings on the thin grass in his hand, eating them all. For insects with round bellies, the dumb slave will set up a small fire and roast the insects in the fire. Jing Yan likes to eat this kind of thing very much.

The place where the fire is burned is the cleanest place in the yard to weed.One year, the dumb slave didn't pay attention, and then the flame jumped to the nearby weeds, causing a moderate fire. If the weeds were not full of water and burned slowly, there might be something wrong.

When Jing Yan came back, the dumb slave had already cleared out a pile of tall weeds.When he saw Jing Yan came back, he went to wash his hands and poured Jing Yan a glass of water for him to drink.Jing Yan swallowed it all as soon as he raised his head, then pushed the small basket to the dumb slave, motioning him to eat too.

The mute took a piece and put it in his mouth, but refused to eat any more.Compared with the food in this basket, the food he ate when he was young, and the food he cooked by himself, can only be said to be pig food. When he ate this snack for the first time, he was so sad that he could not sleep for several days. Ken looked directly at Jing Yan, because he actually made such an unpalatable food for Jing Yan to eat!

At the same time, the dumb slave also had a lot of worries about this basket.

Most of these snacks are sweet, and they look very cute, mostly in the shape of small animals. Besides Jing Yan, there is only one child in Wu Bohou's mansion, and that is Wu Bohou's biological son, Wei Kangyu.