Learned the whereabouts of the gun score by apprenticeship
On the second day of the birthday banquet, the tutor that Aunt Rong invited for me came into the house. His name was Qian Hu. I heard that he was once a deputy general under my father. He was ambushed by the enemy in a battle and was shot with a poisonous arrow in the right leg.
He was injured and was not treated in time. The poisonous gas destroyed the blood vessels in his legs, leaving him disabled. Naturally, he could no longer stay in the army, so he removed his armor and returned to the field.
Qian Hu was in his early thirties. Without the help of a servant, he limped up to the ordering platform in the backyard of the princess's mansion with a cane. Before I could salute him, he threw the cane and plopped it down.
Kneeling in front of me, with tears in his eyes: "Qian Hu has met the young master."
I quickly stretched out my hand to help him, but the six-year-old body was unable to shake his strong body at all. I said with a helpless smile: "Uncle Qian calls me the princess. I dare to agree. After all, there is an imperial decree from the Holy One to confer him.
But I really don’t dare to take the word ‘young master’ seriously.”
"The general has followed the marshal on the battlefield for several years. In several critical moments, the general has come to the rescue. The marshal saved his life. The general only recognizes the marshal as his master, and the young lady is the marshal's only flesh and blood.
He is the young master of the last general." Qian Hu was very stubborn and refused to get up from his knees.
Seeing this, Aunt Rong came up to smooth things over: "General Qian, please get up quickly, the ground is very wet. Since ancient times, the father has been the guide for the son. Today, I will formally worship you as my teacher. It is said that once a teacher is always a father, it is true
The seniority cannot be messed up. The marshal cared about human ethics the most during his lifetime, and I believe General Qian also knew that."
"This..." Qian Hu looked a little embarrassed when he heard what Aunt Rong said. It seemed that he was indeed a loyal confidant, otherwise he wouldn't have cared so much about his late father's thoughts. I smiled and said, "I will call you your name from now on."
For Uncle Qian's sake, just like Aunt Rong, call me Miss, otherwise I won't dare to become a disciple."
Qian Hu thought for a moment and nodded in agreement: "Okay, just listen to the lady."
"Apprentice pays homage to master!" As soon as he finished speaking, I knelt down on the ground. This time he didn't stop me anymore, and allowed me to complete the three-button-nine-bow-to-be-master ceremony, and then quickly helped me up.
In his previous life, he had learned Qing Gong and some self-defense martial arts from Big Ice Cube, and could also refine some simple poisons. However, he had not had much exposure to such advanced skills as internal strength, and his understanding was not very deep. And Qian Hu was a military general.
, in the era of real cold weapon battles, strength and experience were compared. Many famous generals climbed from small soldiers to the top. They did not learn Kung Fu in any other way. They all relied on the experience gained through bloody battles in the war.
Therefore, strictly speaking, it is not appropriate to ask him to be a master. Girls are more suitable for some light kung fu. When fighting the enemy, rely on skills rather than desperate strength.
However, as a descendant of a well-known general, one must learn the art of horseback riding and archery. This is also what Qian Hu is good at. Anyway, I have no intention of becoming the best martial arts master in the world. It doesn't matter whether I learn internal skills or not. Besides, I don't intend to become the best martial arts master in the world.
Well, life will be so long in the future, and there may be other opportunities that are not necessarily known. One cannot be too ambitious and ignore the present. Practicing martial arts is like building a high-rise building. It must start from the foundation and accumulate bit by bit.
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Qian Hu showed me the standard horse stance, and then told me to stand for two hours every day after getting up, and then come to see him at the military platform. He started asking me to practice archery until my tenth birthday.
Then I started to learn riding skills. I nodded and squatted obediently under the screen wall where the sun couldn't reach me.
Aunt Rong brought tea with a tray and put it on the table. She called Qian Hu and said, "General Qian, come here and have a rest. I know you are anxious. Miss is still young. Besides, three feet of ice does not freeze in a day. Take your time."
Just take your time."
Qian Hu limped over, sat down on the chair, and smiled naively at Aunt Rong: "Miss Su, you're too polite. Don't talk about generals. The last general is no longer in the army. It's inappropriate to call me Qian Hu."
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I laughed out loud and joked: "Uncle Qian doesn't let Aunt Rong call you general, but at the same time he keeps calling himself the last general. It's really contradictory."
Qian Hu scratched his head in embarrassment: "I'm used to it, and I can't change it for a while. I made the lady laugh."
"You can do whatever you want. Anyway, there are not many masters in the mansion. There are not a lot of red tape rules like other noble families, so there is no need to worry about them." Aunt Rong poured him a cup of tea, and then poured it again.
A cup was handed to me. I shook my head slightly and refused seriously: "I am practicing, please don't interrupt. Aunt Rong, please leave me alone."
After hearing what I said, Qian Hu clapped his hands and applauded loudly: "She is indeed the marshal's daughter. With such perseverance, in a few years, she will definitely be as good as the marshal back then."
Hearing Qian Hu's heroic words and deeds, many scenes flashed before my eyes, and I could hear the sound of horns and galloping horses in my ears, which made my blood boil. I clenched my fists and solemnly promised: "Jinyue is also
I don’t dare to hope that I can catch up with my father, but I will work hard to make progress and never embarrass my father.”
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At the end of two hours, my legs were so numb that I couldn't walk. Aunt Rong took me back to the east wing of the Nuan Pavilion. While massaging my blood, she shed tears of distress. I lay on the bed, groaning and falling asleep.
Thinking of the Queen mentioning the Cheng family's marksmanship yesterday, Aunt Rong said that her father had his own arrangements. I wasn't sure whether the original Princess Jinyue knew about it, but I, the substitute who had traveled through time, definitely didn't know, so she asked Aunt Rong tentatively: "
Aunt Rong, did father really not tell you about the Cheng family’s marksmanship before he went to the battlefield?"
"You want to ask about the gun manual, right?" Aunt Rong kneaded both sides of my waist and eyes with appropriate strength, and scolded softly: "I have such a good memory for other things, why can't I remember this one?
What? The marshal not only told me about it, he also told me the place where the gun manual is hidden. I hung the key around your neck with my own hands."
After a pause, she sighed again: "I can't blame you. You were only three years old at the time. It's normal for you not to remember."
She stopped what she was doing, knelt down beside the bed, opened the bed cover, and exposed the maroon bed. She pressed on a slightly raised area at the head of the bed, and suddenly there was a wooden box.
When it popped out, Aunt Rong took out the wooden box and put it in my hand, saying, "What's in here is the gun manual, and the key is hanging around your neck."
I reached into my collar and pulled out the thing inside. I thought it was just a piece of mutton-fat jade shaped like a key, but I didn't expect it to be a key. I stuffed it into the keyhole also made of jade, and I heard "
With a click, the lock opened, and then there was the sound of the mechanism inside rapidly rotating. I subconsciously stepped back. After a while, the movement disappeared, and I raised my hand to open the lid of the box.
There was a thread-bound book inside, and the pages were slightly yellowed. When I opened it, I saw that the text was combined with the pictures. Because of my past life, I could understand it at a glance, but I calmly flipped through it a few times and packed it up again.
He went back and locked it, handed it to Aunt Rong, and said, "I can't understand it at all. Let's study it later. Please put it back to its original place, Aunt Rong."