Su Wanrong was a little disappointed and a little aggrieved when she so easily denies other people's efforts. When she looked at the man's inhumane cold face, her nose felt inexplicably sore. Then she said in a stubborn cold voice:

"I am stupid and my boxing skills will naturally not be in your eyes. Your Majesty will not be able to teach you. Then you won't bother Your Majesty. I heard that there are a few servants in the cave who know some skills in boxing and kicking, so I asked them to give me some advice. If you really miss the future, it will have nothing to do with Your Majesty!"

This sounds a little angry.

The little girl was furious. If it were on weekdays, Yinmang would definitely have to coax her. But practicing martial arts is extraordinary. He is also thinking about the little girl's safety, so he is naturally careless.

I planned to continue to reason with her, but when I lowered my eyes, I saw that the little girl's eyes turned red.

Yinmang was slightly stuck.

He was teaching her martial arts seriously, and then he brought out all the tricks that he usually suppressed. He never thought that his tone was a little more severe, and he actually scolded the girl to cry.

After all, he is a delicate little girl, and he can't say anything serious.

He sighed secretly, then took the initiative to approach, lowered his head, and took his shoulder. "Okay, why are you feeling wronged again?"

Su Wanrong pushed his hand away and refused to ask him to touch it.

"What's wrong with me? Your Majesty personally teaches me. I'm grateful yet."

This voice is plain, cold and cold. He is not wronged. He always calls him "heat" one by one, "you" and calls him "you" at a time. Now he suddenly calls him politely and distantly. Not only is he wronged, but he may be angry.

"I've just spoken hard, but I'm not doing it for your own good? You said that if you practice martial arts wrong and hurt yourself, will you still feel sorry for me in the end?"

At this moment, my long arms were directly wrapped around her waist, tightened slightly, and quickly wrapped the person in his arms. The solemn and stern expression no longer existed, the man's facial lines were still strong, but his voice was extremely gentle: "What kind of temper is that my queen, no matter how stupid my talent is, I will teach you personally. Besides, I have always treasured you the most, so how can I ask other men to teach you martial arts?"

The man was shameless, and in the blue sky and the sun was blue, and in front of everyone, he said something shameful about whether he was not a baby. Su Wanrong was unwilling to admit it, but now he heard it and felt very helpful.

The feeling of humiliation that was ridiculed by a man just now was easily eliminated.

I also realized that my temper was a little too impulsive. I snorted in my nose and said, "You have been studying this since elementary school, and practice makes perfect, so naturally the boxing technique is better than me. What's so proud of this? If I have practiced martial arts since I was a child, I may not be worse than you."

Yinmang thought to himself that practicing martial arts is not only about acquired diligence, but also about innate talent. Just like the little girl, her soft thin arms and legs, I am afraid that even if she is ten years earlier than him and twenty years of martial arts, she will not be able to achieve any reputation.

But naturally, I can't tell this kind of truth to the little girl. The cute little girl movie has a big temper and a strong self-esteem. If you hit her like this, it would make her cry again.

If you are your own little girl, be more charming, he always spoils her.

So he hugged it in his arms, followed her wishes and coaxed softly: "That's not, my Wanwan is talented and intelligent. If I really want to compete, I am afraid that the number one general under my command will not be comparable to that."

This is a bit too exaggerated.

Su Wanrong believed that she was not as unbearable as Yin Mang described, but she was still self-aware. How could she not hear that a man was deliberately making her happy?

"For no reason, what are I comparing with the general? I'm not really going to go to the battlefield to kill the enemy... And you, you haven't taken a shower yet, you said don't touch me, it's so stinky and dirty."

As he said that, he wanted to push him again. Yinmang stretched out his big palm, clenched her small hands into the palm in time, and pecked her with a smile. "I smell bad, you just practiced boxing and sweated all over, and you can't smell much. Now you and I are smelly, so don't bother to dislike each other."

**

After using some food, Su Wanrong went back to the courtyard to practice boxing again. During this period, Yinmang naturally accompanied him. Seeing that Su Wanrong had any shortcomings, he would come forward and give instructions step by step.

Seeing that the emperor and the empress were so kind and had such a harmonious relationship, Yi Cui and Ningxiang were also very relieved to see it.

Su Wanrong is humble and studious, and her understanding is not bad, although her body is naturally weaker. After an afternoon, the boxing technique taught to her by Yinmang, and after practicing it, she has improved a lot.

But when he used too much force all of a sudden, he still had to pay some price. Su Wanrong insisted on doing the whole set of movements before he was willing to go back to the house. When it was dark, he was really exhausted and gasping like a dehydrated fish. His posture was a bit wrong when he walked. The two girls felt distressed when they saw it, and hurriedly supported him, served him bathing and changing clothes, and pinched the shoulders and legs of the empress.

After dinner, it is time to go to the kang to rest.

Just as Yinmang approached the warm kang, he saw a girl wearing a lilac bedding sitting on the bedding in a very twisted posture, holding her white and tender little feet in her hand, and was carefully checking what.

Yu Guang caught a glimpse of him coming in, and her expression changed and she hid her whole foot in the bedding.

"What's wrong?" Yinmang asked with a frown.

Su Wanrong pursed her lips and didn't want to say anything.

Yinmang didn't have the patience, and his strong body went straight to the kang, grabbed the bedding and kicked it. "Show me."

The man insisted on seeing, how could Su Wanrong's strength be able to rival him? He knew that he could not escape, so he pursed his lips and slowly stretched out his right foot.

The little girl's feet were white and pink, so Yinmang lowered his eyes slightly and immediately saw a few blisters ground from the footboard.

Su Wanrong just discovered it when she was bathing in the evening. She originally felt that the soles of her feet were a little furious when she was walking. At first, she didn't care much, thinking that it was just caused by excessive exercise today. When she sat in the bathtub, she was stained with hot water, and the soles of her feet were sore, which was really unbearable. Only then did Su Wanrong realize that she had blisters.

This body is really boring. It’s nothing for an ordinary girl to walk all day long. When she changed to her, she just practiced boxing for a few hours and had a bubble in her soles.

He didn't want to be ridiculed by the man again, so Su Wanrong didn't want to show him. She thought that the blisters would naturally disappear after a few days of rest. Who knew that he would still see him.

"Women's shoes are not useful, and the soles are too thin, so they will naturally get their feet worn after wearing them for a long time. Look at my shoes, the soles are thick and solid, and even if you walk a mountain road for a few days and nights, it will not be harsh at all."

Su Wanrong muttered in her heart that the man's big soap boots are like boats, thick, hard and ugly. The girl's embroidered shoes are just exquisite and small. How can these two be compared?

Just as I was thinking about this, I raised my eyes and saw the man fumble around, but I didn't know where to find a silver needle.

Su Wanrong felt a thrill in her heart. She had a bad premonition at the moment. She subconsciously wanted to retract her feet, but Yinmang quickly grabbed them with quick eyes and hands.

"You, what are you going to do?" Su Wanrong was extremely scared. The man pinched the end of the silver needle and looked very skillfully placed on the oil lamp and froze back and forth.

"What else can I do? Of course I will help you squeeze out the water in the soak." Yinmang looked for granted. Seeing the little girl's trembling face so scared that her face was snow-white, he smiled slightly and comforted in a low voice like coaxing the child:

"Don't be afraid, you're pretty good, there's needles and fire. When I marched and fought in the past, I grindled out blisters wherever I didn't have such conditions, and I would just squeeze them out with my hands. Sometimes, I'll be fed up and infected with my luck, and a whole piece of skin will rot, and now I still have marks."

When Su Wanrong heard what the man said about suppuration and infection, the whole skin ulcerated. The more she heard it, the more she became scared, and she didn't feel that she was comforted.

But his feet were firmly held in his palm, like pulling on a chopping board. The rabbit that was about to be beheaded could not be broken free. Seeing the man ready to take action, she was so scared that she closed her eyes and froze there and didn't dare to move.

And Yinmang, now he pinched the little girl's little feet in his palm. She was so scared that she shook slightly, and her tender white toes were curled up. This scene looked very familiar. After thinking about it carefully, it was a bit like last night when he put her two snow-white legs on her shoulders, and these two little feet were curled up, hanging in the air and swinging...

Su Wanrong waited for a long time, but the man did not follow up. Her eyelashes trembled and she couldn't help but narrow a thin slit. She just saw the man pinching the silver needle and stabbing her blister several times. It was clean and fast, and before she could even feel the pain, it was over.

"Okay." I don't know if it was her illusion, but Su Wanrong felt that the man's voice sounded a little weird and dumb.

The ankle struggled twice, but she didn't break away. She opened her eyes and whispered: "Thank you... You've let go. I'll call Yicui in and bandage it for me."

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Huang Sang, you stinky hooligan!
Chapter completed!