I kicked the male lead away

Seeing that Chu Qingshu didn't answer, Fang Zhilan thought she was hesitating, reached out and tugged at her sleeve, and said flatteringly, "How about this, you teach me archery, and let's write off the money you owe me for medical treatment, okay? "

A write-off?

For some reason, upon hearing this word, Chu Qingshu felt a slight displeasure in her heart.

It's as if she's anxious to distance herself from it.

"No need." Her face turned cold, she shook her head slightly, and put the drawn arrow into her pouch, "I'll teach you."

Sensing that Chu Qingshu's mood suddenly sank a little, Fang Zhilan quietly withdrew her hand that was on her sleeve.

Could it be that he judged the belly of a gentleman with the heart of a villain and offended her?

While she was thinking, she had already started to leave, leaving only a back: "Come here soon."

"Oh." Fang Zhilan hurriedly followed.

This time she was only standing fifty steps away from the cypress tree, apparently to take care of Fang Zhilan, a novice.

Only this bow, Chu Qingshu naturally handed it to her: "Hold the bow in your left hand, draw the string with your right hand, and aim at the point directly in front of you."

Fang Zhilan obeyed obediently, posing in a dignified manner.

Unexpectedly, just like during the military training, I thought my movements were heroic, but in the eyes of the instructors, I was far behind.

Chu Qingshu frowned slightly: "Raise your hands higher."

"Oh." Fang Zhilan nodded again and again, and raised her hand kindly.

However, in Chu Qingshu's view, it was still not up to standard.

However, this bow was so big that Fang Zhilan's hand holding it trembled slightly, and it seemed that he would not be able to support it.

Chu Qingshu sighed softly, stepped closer to her, supported her left elbow with her palm, and made it form a straight line: "Pull the string."

Hearing this, Fang Zhilan hastily pushed her right hand backwards.

Who knows that she tried it, and she obviously used all her strength, her face turned red in the winter, and she couldn't pull it away at all.

"Hmm..." Fang Zhilan's cheeks were sore, but there was still no movement, and she was a little annoyed immediately, "I won't come, I won't come, anyway, I won't kill wild boars..."

"If you don't try, how do you know if you can do it?" Chu Qingshu walked around behind her at some point, leaned over and put her hands on Fang Zhilan's sword-holding hands, "Look ahead."

Leaning in her arms like this, Fang Zhilan had nowhere to escape, so she had to be obedient and look forward again.

Chu Qingshu clenched her right hand tightly with a cool palm, and drew back the string, her slightly raised red lips brushed past her ear: "I told you to relax, so you can relax."

"En." Fang Zhilan nodded heavily.

She narrowed her eyes slightly: "Three, two, one, loose!"

Fang Zhilan's mind went blank, and she subconsciously let go of her hand.

The long arrow was like a shooting star, and when she came to her senses, it had already been stuck in a tree trunk not far away.

"Yeah!" Fang Zhilan was so happy that she jumped up and down on the cobblestone river bank, trotting all the way there.

Pulling out the arrow with one stroke, although not as penetrating as Chu Qingshu's, he still ran back excitedly, consciously standing with his back leaning on her: "Come again!"

"Yeah." Chu Qingshu closed her eyes, leaned down and held her hand again, her voice was imperceptibly spoiled, "Come again."

The whole afternoon, the two retreated from fifty steps to sixty steps, seventy steps... until one hundred steps.

Because of the posture of practicing arrows, the body shapes are close to each other, and they are all infected with each other's breath.

It wasn't until the smoke from the kitchen not far away, when Aunt Liu had finished cooking and ordered Heizi to tell the two of them to go back to the house for dinner, that Fang Zhilan reluctantly stopped.

It was also at this time that the excitement faded away, and she realized that Chu Qingshu's hand holding the chopsticks had been worn out by the arrow string.

As soon as she finished eating, she hurriedly pushed Chu Qingshu who was about to get up to clean up the dishes to her seat: "Sit down, I'll come."

As he spoke, he even snatched the empty bowl from her hand.

After washing the dishes, Fang Zhilan sneaked into the house with a small bottle in her hand.

At this moment, Chu Qingshu was sitting by the window, reading a book.

Fang Zhilan's heart skipped a beat, thinking of what she loved to read most, she hurried over, only to realize that what she was reading was "The Three Character Classic", she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief: "What are you doing watching this?"

"Heizi's father went to the town to find a school for him." Chu Qingshu put down the book and took a pen to annotate, "Aunt Liu saw that I can read, so she asked me to enlighten him first."

"Oh." Fang Zhilan nodded, and said hesitantly, "Extend your hand."

Chu Qingshu spread out her white and clean left hand obediently.

"Not this one." Fang Zhilan shook her head and pouted at her, "The right hand."

Chu Qingshu understood her intentions, and shook her head with a smile: "It's just a small injury, it's nothing serious."

"No." She sat on a bench, and Fang Zhilan sat next to her, took out the medicine bottle, "I want to see it."

Chu Qingshu couldn't resist her, so she had to stretch out her hand: "Really, it's just worn out."

"That doesn't work either." Fang Zhilan grabbed her hand, put it on her lap, and observed carefully.

It really was fine skin and tender flesh, not only was the skin worn out on the palm of the hand, but also a layer of blisters formed, and the originally tofu-like white and tender skin was glowing with a different kind of red.

She frowned: "It may hurt for a while, so bear with it."

"Yeah." Chu Qingshu tilted her head, inexplicably thinking that she had read this sentence in some book.

Fang Zhilan had no other distractions, took her hand, and first blew gently.

The cool air exhaled from her lips was so soft that it gave the illusion of being gently scratched by a cat's paw for a moment, and Chu Qingshu curled her fingers unconsciously.

Fang Zhilan scooped out some ointment with her fingertips, and spread it on the broken skin, spreading it away bit by bit like a dragonfly touching water.

The fingertips rubbed against the palm, making it tickle.

Chu Qingshu turned her head to look at her.

The girl lowered her head, her forehead was smooth, her nose bridge was straight, her pink lips were tightly pursed, and her expression was quite serious.

It is clearly provocative without knowing it.

Especially when she subconsciously licked her lips, Chu Qingshu suddenly turned her head to the side and picked up a glass of water to quench her thirst.

"Okay." Fang Zhilan finished applying the medicine, and somehow pulled out a piece of gauze from there to wrap her hands tightly, "Remember not to touch the water."

"En." Chu Qingshu nodded, her eyes moved slightly.

"The skin is so tender and tender, yet you can shoot arrows so far." Fang Zhilan stood up and was about to return the medicine, muttering inwardly, wondering.

Chu Qingshu smiled, and said, "Alan."

"Huh?" Fang Zhilan stopped and turned to look at her.

Unexpectedly, she also stood up and pressed Fang Zhilan's head again.

Immediately afterwards, both hands pinched Fang Zhilan's soft and boneless waist.

"What...what?" Fang Zhilan began to stutter.

Was she just making complaints about being strangled to death?That should be choking her neck, why grab her waist.

Then in the next second, the hand on her waist was relaxed, and she lifted Fang Zhilan up into the air.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Fang Zhilan couldn't help screaming from the sudden weightlessness, she waved her hands wildly in the air, finally found the center of gravity, put her hands on her shoulders, and was about to cry out, " You...you let me down."

The long hair also fell down, and with a faint fragrance, it brushed against Chu Qingshu's cheek.

Chu Qingshu looked up at her for the first time, with an effortless smile on her face: "Aren't you curious why I can shoot arrows so far?"

Only then did Fang Zhilan realize that something was wrong.

This Chu Qingshu lifted her up, just like she lifted a kitten or puppy.

It is clearly a natural divine power.

Seeing that she had calmed down, Chu Qingshu put her firmly on the ground.

"You?" Fang Zhilan squeezed her slender arm, and then poked it with her finger. It was limp and had no muscles. It was a little unbelievable, "You were born with such great strength?"

"Yeah." Chu Qingshu nodded first, then shook her head, "My father won't let me show it in front of others, saying that there is no such lady."

……

Indeed no.

"Don't worry." Fang Zhilan patted her on the back affectionately, "I will keep it a secret for you."

Fortunately, Chu Qingshu is not a strong and strange girl who can pull mountains and mountains, but her strength is much stronger than that of ordinary men, otherwise Fang Zhilan will definitely be suspicious of her life by the contrast when looking at her soft and weak face.

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At night, the legendary Heizi father finally returned.

As soon as Fang Zhilan saw him, she knew who Sunspot's skin color was inherited from.

The man was as tall as a mountain, with dark skin. He put the burden on the table, and spoke in a rough voice: "Mr. Ji has already promised that we can send our son to his school to study after the spring."

"Mr. Ji?" Aunt Liu served him something to eat, smiling, she grabbed a handful of melon seeds and ate it, her mouth was vague, "That's a good relationship. With Mr. Ji here, our son will not worry about the exam." No champion."

Heizi's father also showed some satisfaction with his thick eyebrows and big eyes: "I also showed Mr. Ji the handwriting written by this little bastard. I didn't expect Mr. Ji to praise him for his good handwriting."

"What little bastard?" Aunt Liu threw the melon seed skin lightly at him in reproach, "Didn't you give birth to the son? In two days, you can take your son to the town and give the husband something to celebrate the New Year."

"That's right." The man slapped his forehead, and then he seemed to have remembered something serious, "I met Zhang'er's father on the road and invited me to go up the mountain to hunt wild boars tomorrow. Stock up."

"Then what's the matter?" Aunt Liu frowned, "Everyone else has gone to see Mr., but yours won't?! At worst, I'll take my son with me."

"Let's discuss it again." Heizi's father softened his tone, "You know, those bandits know that they can't handle hunters like us, so they just stare at women."

"No matter how powerful the bandits are, can they be as powerful as Sister Chu?" Heizi, who was listening to his parents' bickering, gnawed on a steamed bun and said nonchalantly, "At worst, let Sister Chu give me a gift."

"Sister Chu?" Heizi's father didn't believe it, and stretched out his hand to touch Heizi's head, "Just that little girl, what are you thinking?"

"Forget it if you don't believe me." Heizi's voice was muffled, still unconvinced, "Sister Chu is much better at archery than Dad."

He also saw during the day that sister Chu lifted her younger sister so high that even his father and mother might not have the strength.