"Mother!" Just as Shen's spoon was about to touch her lips, she was suddenly stopped by Chen Yu.

  Shen was startled, and when she looked up again, she happened to see Chen Yu's anxious and worried expression, and couldn't help but comfort her: "Good girl, don't worry, your uncles will not let Feng Yuhuang off, she will definitely not live past the age of 15 before getting married!"

  Phoenix's heart was in turmoil, her eyes were filled with knots. She hoped that this mother would no longer be an obstacle to her ascension to the throne, but when Shen Shi was about to drink that bowl of soup again, she intercepted it: "I just remembered that I forgot to put salt in the soup, Mother, wait a bit and drink it later, I'll re-boil it." She hastily snatched the soup bowl from Shen Shi's hands and left the room in a hurry.

  Ms. Shen still didn't understand what was going on, and just looked at the departing figure of Chen Yu in a daze, muttering to herself: "My dear daughter, all the good things in this world should be yours. The money your mother left behind is all for you."

  At midnight, Ban walked back.

  He placed an object in front of Feng Yu Heng and she picked it up to examine. It was an old hairpin.

  "That old lady had a 15-year-old granddaughter, who was the ninth concubine of Shen Sanlao. I took a hairpin from her, it's an old-fashioned style, looks like something from the past."

  Feng Yu nodded, indeed it was so.

  She thought that Sun's betrayal must have had some reason, otherwise, the nanny who followed Yao Shi from the Yao family would not have defected to others in just three years.

  It was just that this old lady had hidden her own granddaughter so deeply, raising her to the age of fifteen, and Mrs. Yao didn't even know.

  She handed the hairpin back to Bao and instructed him: "Tonight, have this hairpin delivered to Sister Sun."

  "Yes sir." Ben nodded and was about to say something, but suddenly his expression changed, then he said: "The master is here." After that, his figure flashed and disappeared.

  Feng Yu stood there in a daze, and Wang Chuan laughed as he pushed her: "The master said the emperor has arrived, miss, go take a look."

  She finally came to her senses and hastily got up and ran two steps outside, but then stopped and turned back to ask Wang Chuan: "Is this dress still okay?"

  As soon as she said this, she despised herself. When did that man with a purple lotus between his eyebrows manage to captivate her heart so much?

  Perhaps this question will never have an answer, but in fact she is clear in her heart, just on the night she first came to this world, just at the moment she waved goodbye to him, her heart had already begun to yearn.

  "You look good in anything." A voice came from behind the window, and before she even turned around, the girl smiled with pursed lips.

  Following the sound, she turned her head to look through the open window, and not far away under a big tree, there was a man in purple robe sitting in a wheelchair, still wearing that golden mask on his face, but she could see the purple lotus through that small hole at once.

  "Come here."

  The sound was like magic, luring Feng Yu Heng to the window, her figure lightly jumping over the windowsill, holding up her skirt as she ran towards him.

  "How did you come?" Her eyes were bright and shining, with a lively spirit flashing in them. In the eyes of Xuan Tian Ming, it was like the stars in the sky, twinkling one by one, making people's hearts beat faster.

  "Let me take a look at you." He grabbed her hand and with one swift motion, pulled her to the front and sat her down on the handlebars of his wheelchair. Then with a single slap, the wheelchair took off flying in the direction of the mountain peak.

  Feng Yu Huan only heard the sound of the wind whistling by her ears, and she felt as if she was sitting on a magic carpet, experiencing a wonderful journey.

  She had one hand tightly wrapped around Xuan Tian Ming's neck, and the other stretched out, excitedly swishing at the branches along the way, like a child.

  Xuān Tiān Míng had never seen her look like this before. On one hand, he felt surprised, on the other hand, he also felt that this was what a twelve-year-old child should look like.

  The two of them were in such a night, just in this half-empty space, with their eyes locked on each other, revealing a hint of tender feelings.

  Finally arrived at the top of the mountain, the wheelchair landed steadily, he breathed a sigh of relief and wiped away the fine sweat on his forehead.

  She subconsciously lifted her sleeve to wipe the sweat for him, Xuan Tian Meng was stunned for a moment, but didn't dodge, until Feng Yu Huan finished wiping him that he said: "First time seeing a girl use her sleeve to wipe someone's sweat."

  "Hmm... should use a handkerchief, right?" She patted herself, "Didn't bring one." Then she changed the subject and sincerely exclaimed: "Too cool! Xuan Tian Ming, this is what you call qinggong (light skill)?"

  He enjoyed the feeling of her calling him Xuan Tian Ming, a name that belonged to him but was extremely unfamiliar, and finally found a sense of belonging again when she called it out.

  In this world, only she calls him like that, Xuan Tian Ming, En, very good.

  Feng Yu Huan jumped down from the wheelchair, happily spinning around on the mountain top for a few rounds. When he stopped and looked at Xuan Tian Ming, he felt that the gloom accumulated over the past few days had been swept away. His eyes and heart were left with only Xuan Tian Ming's hair fluttering in the wind, and the purple lotus that seemed to appear and disappear under the night sky and moonlight.

  She thought that when a girl falls in love with a boy first, she's at a disadvantage. She still remembered what her past life partner told her: in love, whoever moves first loses first.

  But she is now convinced of her defeat.

  "Do you want to learn?" Xuan Tian Ming was stared at by her until he felt helpless, "I'm talking about lightness skills, if you want to learn, I can teach you."

  Feng Yu Huan shook her head, "No study, it's too difficult. Look at me, I'm busy every day, just the people and things in the Feng manor are enough to trouble me, I still have to read medical books, research medicinal materials, and take care of the business outside, where do I have time to learn qinggong?"

  She felt a bit depressed, but suddenly she was beaming with joy again, running forward to grab Xuan Tian Ming's sleeve and saying with a treasured expression: "However, I also know some martial arts."

  Xuantian Ming nodded, "At that time in the mountain, when I saw you playing with those stones, I knew you weren't someone without any skills."

  She smiled and poked his golden mask with her finger: "It's not just a little bit of skill, oh! Although my body is a bit weak now, but these are all temporary. I'll eat more good food in the future, take some time to train every day, and I'll recover soon. Although I won't be able to recover to my peak state so quickly, when I encounter another fight, I won't drag Huang Quan's leg too much."

  Xuān Tiān Míng didn't quite understand her words. What did she mean by "return to peak state"? Did she mean that he had once been very skilled, but had since regressed?

  But he still nodded seriously and told her: "Since you have a foundation, don't waste it. Even if there's always someone around to protect you, there's still a chance of something happening. I'm always worried that something will happen to you. Today, I heard from Ban Zhou that you encountered the people from Yanwang Temple again last night, and I couldn't help but rush over here."

  She let Ban go out to handle some business, since Shen's family was in the capital, it was natural for Ban to return to the capital.

  Feng Yu didn't get angry at all. Instead, she told Xuan Tian Ming about her situation and was overjoyed that he had rushed over because he wasn't reassured by what she said.

  "Want to try?" She mischievously retreated two steps, keeping a certain distance from him.

  "What's the trial?" Xuan Tian Ming was taken aback for a moment, then immediately reacted. It seemed that this little girl wanted to compete with him in martial arts? But no matter how you looked at it, it seemed like he was bullying a child.

  But he couldn't bear to disappoint her, so he nodded, "Okay." He just thought of it as exercising with her.

  Feng Yu Huan happily pulled open the shelf, her foot slipped, and with a quick turn she found herself behind him.

  Xuān Tiān Míng didn't react slowly either, and immediately slapped the wheelchair, shooting out sideways a great distance.

  Feng Yu Huan shouted: "No carrying lightness skill!" and people rushed over to fight.

  Xuantian Ming's school is an ancient martial art, its moves and routines are all unfamiliar to Feng Yuexia.

  Feng Yu Huan's skills, however, were learned from the 21st century land warfare troops' actual combat and grappling techniques, focusing on subduing or killing targets within a short period. The set of moves was actually a military-style boxing routine, but she had modified it to make it more flexible in its application.

  Xuān Tiān Míng Yuè was shocked, although Feng Yuè's words were indeed true. This small body of his was really not impressive, and his strength was so weak that he almost didn't dare to directly collide with her small arm, fearing that he would hurt her. However, the moves she made were something he had never seen or heard before.

  Feng Yuexia's moves looked nothing like elegance, let alone beauty. Most girls who practice martial arts would choose light and elegant techniques such as swordplay or acrobatics, but Feng Yuexia's moves were all about close-range combat. Each move was ruthless and practical, with no room for fancy footwork.

  Xuān Tiān Míng believed that if Feng Yuè Hǎi's physical condition improved, this set of kung fu would be able to hold its own even against a top-notch martial artist. Moreover, he had a vague feeling that although the girl's kung fu seemed to lack internal energy and mental discipline for now, it was definitely matched with a set of internal power training, only she hadn't mastered it yet.

  The two of them exchanged over a hundred moves before they both stopped, Feng Yu Heng was somewhat tired, her hands were on her knees as she panted heavily. While panting, she waved at Xuan Tian Ming: "I can't do it anymore, this broken body gets tired after just a short while. Let me rest for a bit, there are still many moves I haven't used yet." As she spoke, she sat down on the ground and began to rest by herself.

  He turned the wheelchair to her side, pulled off his own cloak and covered her with it. "It's cool at night in the mountains, you've just sweated, be careful not to catch a chill." After thinking for a moment, he said: "You probably haven't practiced the internal skill of this set of moves yet?"

  Feng Yu nodded slightly, regardless of whether it was an ancient or modern person, as long as they practiced martial arts, they knew that relying solely on external moves was useless, and what was important was the internal coordination.

  This is what the ancients called "inner work" or "heart method", and in modern times it's something everyone knows: qigong.

  "This set is a comprehensive technique of fighting and grappling, which also combines a set of military boxing." She could see Xu Tianming's curiosity, so she took the initiative to explain to him, "They are all close-range combat skills, not much to look at, but every move is very practical. And with these moves, I call it 'hard qigong'."

  "Hard qigong?" He pondered for a moment, analyzing it in his own way: "I see that you have great strength when fighting, this so-called hard qigong, if practiced successfully, ordinary people can't even withstand one move, I'm afraid their arms will be broken!"

  Feng Yu nodded, "It's almost there, but it depends on the level of practice. Even if I've practiced to perfection, I'd still be far inferior to you in a fight." She had to admit that Gu Wu was incredibly profound and complex, "You all have lightness skills and long-range weapons, which puts me at a disadvantage when combined. The outcome of these two battles has already made this clear."

  Xuān Tiān Míng nodded in agreement, then looked at her again, with a hint of inquiry in his eyes. He changed the subject and asked directly: "Who did you learn from?"