Villainess Wants To Turn Over A New Leaf

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After the death of Jimo Wu, the Jimo swordsmanship is equivalent to being lost in the rivers and lakes. Although Lu's father and son stole and learned swordsmanship in a short period of time, they only learned the first trick. It can be seen that this peerless swordsmanship is not something that ordinary people can study thoroughly.

Anyway, Lin Feilu has no such ability.

She looked at Song Jinglan earnestly.

He had just finished practicing swordsmanship, and there was still a layer of sweat on his forehead. After receiving her eager gaze, he smiled helplessly, took the sword score and said, "Okay, I'll teach you after I've learned it."

Lin Feilu quit: "How long have you waited to learn? Learn and teach!"

So Song Jinglan's daily routine has one more sword practice teaching.

Sometimes when I get tired from reviewing the score, I pick up the sword score next to it and look at it when I take a break. Although there are different types of swordsmanship in the world, the swordsmanship is of the same ancestry.

So Lin Feilu found out, why does this person have new moves every time he comes out of Lin'an Hall? !

In the end is he reviewing memorials or secretly practicing swords? ? ?

He learned one trick and taught her another trick. In order not to lose physical strength in the future, Lin Feilu took it seriously, but he never thought that martial arts talent would teach her to be a human being.

Song Jinglan, who was studying alone, had already learned the seventeenth move, and she was still struggling with the seventh move.

The teaching progress was thus greatly opened up.

I'm so pissed!

Since she got married, her temper has become more and more accustomed to him, and the potential for seduction is simply amazing. The transition from full-grade green tea to full-grade brewing went very smoothly.

Song Jinglan just finished feeding her a set of swordsmanship, when she saw the girl in front of her sitting on the ground with her buttocks unable to get up, "I won't learn it! You are a fool!"

He took his sword and walked over, half-squatted in front of her, resting on the ground with the tip of the sword facing down, and asked with a smile, "Why am I being fooled?"

She turned her head away and said angrily, "You have learned all the way, you can guess my move every time, I can't catch your sword at all!"

Song Jinglan sighed and deliberately made a puzzled expression: "Then what should we do?"

Lin Feilu akimbo: "You are not allowed to study further, wait until I catch up with your progress!"

He smiled and stretched out his hand: "Okay, then continue?"

She snorted, her voice muffled: "No, I can't beat you anyway, I don't want to humiliate myself."

Song Jinglan said softly, "I don't need Jimo swordsmanship, I just use ordinary moves to fight the sword with you, okay?"

Then she turned her head and gave him a dubious look: "Really?"

He nodded: "Really."

Lin Feilu took an inch: "It's also not allowed to use Uncle Ji's swordsmanship!"

Song Jinglan smiled: "Okay."

He pulled the person up from the ground, leaned over and patted the ashes at the corner of her skirt, and when he held the sword again, his posture changed. Since Jimo swordsmanship is a peerless swordsmanship, it naturally has its own advantages. Lin Feilu has learned it for so long. Although he learned slowly, he has mastered every move and style. Once Song Jinglan does not use the same swordsmanship, see you After all, she began to gain the upper hand.

She also has her own style for practicing swordsmanship. Because of her good Qinggong, her movements are more elegant and agile. Song Jinglan was determined to feed the tricks, only defending and not attacking. The two were entangled from Yongan Palace to the viewing platform outside the palace, and the surrounding palace people were terrified.

In the end, seeing her exhaustion, Song Jinglan finally showed an empty space. She picked up the sword from her hand, cupped her hands and said with a smile, "I lost."

Although he gave up obviously, he was willing to give up, and Lin Feilu was also happy to win, and straightened his back proudly.

The palace people who witnessed all this were ordinary people, so naturally they couldn't understand the twists and turns in it. In their eyes, His Majesty has been chased and chopped by the Empress with her sword, and finally gave up the sword and conceded defeat!

Since there was one more queen, the atmosphere in the palace was not as solemn as before. The palace people who had been despised by Lin Feilu and had no vitality in the past gradually recovered their anger, and occasionally chatted about the daily life of the emperor in private, and sipped the candy of the emperor.

When Ji Liang came back to the palace after a year, he heard people in the palace talking about His Majesty's fancy admitting defeat under the sword of the Empress every day.

A question mark slowly appeared on the head of the number one swordsman in the world.

Is your direct disciple already so bad now?

He was accustomed to appearing at night, because he had a jade badge specially gifted by Song Jinglan on his body, and he didn't have to follow the procedure to go to the main entrance. When they came to Lin'an Hall, Song Jinglan was still reviewing the memorial.

Before he showed up, Song Jinglan had already sensed the familiar aura, curled his lips slightly, and instructed Tiandong: "Let's all step back."

Tiandong knew that this was the meaning of Mr. Ji's coming, and after receiving the order, he sent back all the guards and palace staff in the palace. Ji Liang was like Youshe was afraid, and finally came out of the shadows when everyone left.

Song Jinglan put down the pen and smiled and shouted, "Uncle Ji."

Ji Liang still had that expressionless expression, but looked at him with some doubts in his eyes.

Song Jinglan raised his eyebrows: "Uncle Ji, what's the matter?"

After a while, Ji Liang asked coldly, "You can't beat that little girl?"

Song Jinglan was stunned for a while, then realized what he meant, and smiled helplessly: "Uncle Ji, I have to let her."

Ji Liang said in a cold voice, "When you practice martial arts, how can there be any concessions?"

Song Jinglan said leisurely, "Uncle Ji, do you know the love of husband and wife?"

Ji's expressionless face is cold: "I don't know."

In his life, he only had the sword in his heart.

Song Jinglan smiled and exposed the topic. The two were talking in the hall, and after a while, Ji Liang suddenly said in a condensed voice, "Someone has come in."

Song Jinglan smiled and said, "It's okay, it's Lu'er."

At this time, she was the only one who could freely enter Lin'an Hall. Ji Liang showed that expressionless yet somewhat disgusting look on his face.

Lin Feilu stepped into the hall door and felt strange when he passed through the corridor and did not see the guards on duty. He didn't understand what was going on until he went around Yuping and saw Ji Liang sitting on the cushion. She pursed her lips, a little surprised and a little happy: "Uncle Ji, when did you come?"

Ji Liang didn't lift his eyelids, and coldly returned two words: "Just now."

She had long been accustomed to his attitude, and ran over with a smile: "Uncle Ji, long time no see, I miss you."

Ji Liang finally reacted, looking up at her with a suspicious look.

Are we that familiar?

Lin Feilu pretended not to understand his eyes, but still had that sweet and well-behaved expression: "Since you're here, let's stay a little longer." She also carried a snack box in her hand, which was originally for Song Jinglan Yes, now just lift the lid, take out the dessert and hand it to him: "Uncle Ji, this is the tender bean cake I made, you can try it."

Everything was handed to him, but Ji Liang was embarrassed, but he still reached out and took it.

He wanted to put it aside, but Lin Feilu sat on his knees opposite him, blinking his eyes and looking at him expectantly, so that he couldn't even take a bite, so he had no choice but to put the bowl of tender beans without saying a word. The cakes are all eaten.

She smiled even more, tilted her head and asked, "Uncle Ji, is it delicious?"

Ji Liang expressionlessly said "um".

However, she seemed to have received a lot of praise from this perfunctory response, and said with bright eyes: "Then I will make it for Uncle Ji every day from now on!"

Ji Liang has been wandering in the rivers and lakes all his life. Although he is close to Song Jinglan, he is not close, let alone in the rivers and lakes. He will be scared away by his cold sword intent from a distance. When has anyone ever been so enthusiastic about him.

Immediately, I felt uncomfortable in every part of my body.

Song Jinglan asked from the side, "Where's mine?"

Lin Feilu tilted his head to look at him, and then looked at the bowl of tender bean cakes left in the food box, sighed a little, and said aggrievedly, "Then give me mine."

Song Jinglan was quite content.

Ji Liang, whose tender bean cake was still undigested in his stomach, said, "...!"

How to do! He ate the little girl's tender bean cake! The little girl has nothing to eat! Why does he eat this damn tender bean cake? !

I don't know why, but Lin Feilu always felt that the cold sword intent next to him was even more turbulent!

Ji Liang would come to the palace every other year to examine Song Jinglan's swordsmanship. When there is nothing to do on the rivers and lakes, he will occasionally live in the palace for a while. Discuss swords with his direct disciple, and drink with his friend Rong Heng.

He had no fixed place in his life, and he liked quietness. There were always people on Cangsong Mountain who came to him to compare swords, and he didn't like to go back, but the palace was quiet. Song Jinglan set aside a very quiet courtyard for him, with neither guards nor palace servants, and he likes it very much.

As a result, when it was just dawn, he was still sitting in the room and meditating fortunately, and he noticed that someone was approaching.

After a while, the courtyard door was knocked, and a girl's sweet voice came: "Uncle Ji, I'll bring you breakfast."

Ji Liang: "..."

He walked out, expressionless, and opened the courtyard door.

Outside Lin Feilu smiled like a flower, and handed over the food box: "Good morning, Uncle Ji, I don't know what you like to eat. I have done a little of each. Tell me which one you like."

Ji Liang took it silently, and the girl waved at him: "Then I won't disturb Uncle Ji."

After saying that, he walked away.

Ji Liang watched her excited back walk away before closing the door. Back in the house, he opened the food box after meditating. There were indeed many dishes in it, and although it was a little cold, he still ate them all.

At noon, Lin Feilu knocked on the door again, carrying a rich food box, and said with a smile: "Uncle Ji, which dish do you like best in the morning?"

Ji Liang: "...you can."

She nodded happily: "Then try noon!"

She left without being too intrusive.

At night, people came again.

Ji Liang took the heavy food box and wanted to say something, but she smiled and waved and ran away.

Early the next morning, the courtyard door was knocked on time.

Ji Liang's ears moved, but luck still closed his eyes, pretending that he was not there.

After knocking on the outside for a while, there was no sound. He heard the footsteps go away, and he waited until there was no movement before walking out slowly, opened the courtyard door, and saw a familiar food container at the door. For a few days like this, no matter whether he was really or not, he had three meals a day.

Every time it was mealtime, he would unconsciously prick up his ears and pay attention to the movements around him.

Ji Liang felt that this habit was really inappropriate.

When Lin Feilu came to deliver food again, he opened the courtyard door before she could speak, and said coldly, "Don't deliver food in the future." The little girl outside the door was stunned, with a sweet smile on her face. Feeling a little stiff.

Ji Liang saw that her fingers holding the food box gradually tightened. Although she tried her best to maintain a smile, she asked him in a low voice, "Does Uncle Ji like to eat the food I cook?"

Ji Liang didn't know how to answer, so he could only say "um".

I saw the little girl's eyes gradually turn red.

But she didn't cry, she still smiled obediently at him, softly

Said: "I see, I won't bother Uncle Ji in the future."

After speaking, he smiled at him again, and then turned away.

Ji Liang's ear is so powerful that he can't hear anything within 100 meters.

As soon as the door was closed, I heard the little girl crying softly after walking some distance away, twitching and chatting, not to mention being aggrieved.

Ji Liang: "..."

Just panic.

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