Qin Xiujie wanted to die, but after hearing Lu Jingyan got up earlier than the chicken every day, and after practicing martial arts hard to improve himself, he gritted his teeth and shut up, and then silently endured the "beating" again and again.

Yes, it would be perfect to describe it as a harsh beating.

He did not have the talent to practice martial arts, and he practiced martial arts only to strengthen his body. The Qin family had a scholarly family. Many of the children were weak scholars. They looked like handsome young men, but they were also weak scholars.

He didn't know how to practice martial arts, but who made him born with Mu Huaijin, a family of military generals since he was a child. When he was a child, he had to compete with each other for everything. Every time he met, he would argue with each other. Then you argued that I was not good at martial arts. I argued that you had poor knowledge. Every time you met, you didn't like each other. If you wanted to fight, you found that one side was a weak chicken. The weak chicken was unhappy to be called this, and you argued that the other side was a vulgar martial artist who had no knowledge. It was difficult to wait for the elegant place.

The two of them seemed to have been enemies of life and death in their previous life. In the wealthy circle in the capital, they said it was big or small, and they could always meet many banquets. Every time the two children were in trouble, the elders on both sides had no choice but to deal with them, which made people feel a headache when they thought about it.

In the end, Lu Jingyan, the intermediary, came forward to reconcile and gave the best solution.

That is to tell them to learn martial arts and knowledge from each other, and then they can compete for each other's length and level.

Over the years, one of them wanted to die when he was practicing martial arts, and the other wanted to cry when he studied. But when he thought that he would be confident to fight each other next time he met, he gritted his teeth and asked himself to study hard.

Although the two children are studying hard with anger, they may have genetic genes. No matter how hard Mu Huaijin from the military general family works, they are always far from the Qin family's son who is a scholarly family. The Qin family's son is also particularly hard on the road to martial arts. Compared with Mu Huaijin from the military general family, there is a huge gap.

It was also the death of the eldest lady of the Qin family a few years ago, which seemed to have inspired some Qin Xiujie and made some progress in his martial arts skills, but there was still a big difference.

Look, Lu Jingyan hammered the man, and Mu Huaijin, the young master of the military general family, were all beaten badly, let alone Qin Xiujie, who was not good at martial arts, was naturally even worse.

For more than an hour, Mu Huaijin's nose and face were swollen. Qin Xiujie's injury was not so serious. He only swollen half of his face and one eye was blue. However, his hands were not very elegantly covering one buttocks and limping when walking. It was also possible to guess that his injuries were not only on his face, but also on his body.

"It's useless." Rubbing his face, Mu Huaijin sat on the stone bench, looking at Qin Xiujie opposite him with contempt, expressing his disdain.

Qin Xiujie looked indifferent, but just glanced at Mu Huaijin indifferently, then withdrew his gaze.

"You...you look down on me, and I'm going to tell you Qin Xiujie. Don't look at me, my face is seriously injured than you now, but I'm really much better than you. You are the one who is the least effective." I was stimulated by Qin Xiujie's gaze and couldn't help but start to argue again.

I am no longer the child I used to be, so although I was very upset when I heard this, my body was in a very painful state. In addition, I was too tired just now and I just wanted to have a good sleep. I simply ignored someone who was screaming and took a step and left.

Sitting on the stone bench, staring at the figure walking away, after a while, I came to my senses, suddenly stood up and stomped my feet hard, turned my head to look at the person sitting not far away drinking tea and eating snacks, "You said, is he much worse than me? You beat him the worst. I must be embarrassed to continue staying here and flee..."

"...Well, just be sure you know it yourself." Lu Jingyan, who had just beaten up, was in a much better mood now, so he naturally felt in the mood to speak.

Then Mu Huaijin was choked very hard.

Because I know it, the more I listened, the more I felt that Lu Jingyan had something in his words.

But he didn't want to argue with him, because Lu Jingyan's crushing along the way made him clearly know the reason why he couldn't afford to offend, so he simply got up and whispered and walked away.

Sitting in the distance, holding half of the mung bean cake in my hand, "Will you let Achao teach me how to make snacks?"

Thinking about it, he curled his lips and didn't learn it. Who can make it for him when Achao wants to eat it and is not around him?

Ma Zhao?

No, he still likes what Achao does. If it really doesn’t work, he can do it himself.

That taste and that feeling are indescribable, you can only taste it yourself.

On the other hand, Chaole put several drawings aside, put the cut cloth in front of him, and started threading needles and threading. Some embroidery required her to do it manually, which was also the most time-consuming project.

She didn't plan to pretend to be a piece of Lu Jingyan's clothes, but she had a few children. She felt that she was very limited in her energy, so she handed over the cutout to the needlework room for her. She was responsible for the acceptance of the clothes and she had time to make them again if she had any problems.

"Aunt Le?" Lu Fan's voice sounded outside the door, Zhao Le's busy movements paused slightly, and shouted in the direction of the door.

Lu Fan, wearing a plain training suit, appeared in front of him, curled his lips and smiled at Le, and waved to him, "Why are you thinking about coming here? Is there something wrong?" Several children were very attentive in practicing martial arts recently. When they come here at this time, there must be something wrong.

Sure enough, Lu Fan nodded after listening to Chaole's words, "Aunt Le, I want to ask you for help in some things."

"Tell me, look." He raised his eyebrows and looked at the child in front of him. He was a small head, a thin melon-shaped face, and his facial features became more and more vivid. The more he looked at him, the more he felt that the child should be a handsome handsome guy when he grew up.

I was used to Chaole staring at them from time to time. I was here to ask Chaole for help. I didn't feel embarrassed and told Chaole directly.

"Wu Er got involved in the lawsuit?" After hearing Lu Fan mention it, the Chaole sounded. Wu Er, who had not moved a few months ago and lived in the small courtyard of the village, was at least more like Lu Fan's biological father than Wu Qiushan. Ordinary families could take out dozens of taels of silver to redeem their children, and in the end they could keep the money directly. It can be seen that his attitude was firm and not for others to see.

He focused his head and frowned. He would definitely not have come to ask Chaole for help before, but everyone has lived together for so long, Chaole has never avoided them. In addition, Cheng Zixuan and Luo Qingping and others came to Chaoyuan to visit him, which made him vaguely feel that he might be able to help him, the second uncle Wu.

"Who told you that something happened to Wu Er?" What happened before made Lu Fan completely give up on the Wu family and break off relations, but Wu Er's accident could be heard by Lu Fan, so someone must have deliberately passed it over.
Chapter completed!