Meet the owner of Peach Blossom Island at the beginning of the game

Chapter 9 Cheats and Aunt

After apprenticeship, Fang Yanming's martial arts practice is finally on the right track.

According to Huang Yaoshi's instructions, he read and practiced calligraphy with Feng Heng every morning, stood up after lunch and dinner, and studied martial arts books in the afternoon.

In this way, after about a month or so, it can be found that Fang Yanming's temperament has changed.

His body was stained with a bit of bookish atmosphere, coupled with these days of exercise, and Huang Yaoshi's extreme internal strength to activate his muscles and bones from time to time, his whole body became rosy.

Coupled with his white, tender and handsome face, the image of a Pianpianjia son began to be revealed.

Of course, that was when he wasn't talking.

At this time, he didn't know what kind of nerve he committed, and he even abandoned the comfortable carriage.

I saw his whole small body buried on top of the driving horse, his little face flushed with excitement.Holding the saddle firmly with both hands, the two calves were widely spread, and the feet kept kicking the horse's back.

It's also thanks to the fact that the old horse is docile, plus he is young and weak, otherwise if this startles the horse, the horse will move away quickly, but he doesn't know where it will throw him.

"Drive! Drive!"

He yelled happily, even if the old horse didn't make any movements, Fang Yanming was very happy, so he showed his singing voice.

"I have a little donkey that I never ride. One day I rode it to the market on a whim!"

Howling loudly at the top of his throat, the sound made Huang Yaoshi and other extremely tall people feel goose bumps all over his body.How could Feng Heng in the carriage be able to withstand it!
She angrily opened the car door, holding a bamboo ruler in her hand, and winked at her husband on the frame.

He understood immediately.

"I have a little donkey, and I..."

Fang Yanming was still howling loudly, and suddenly felt that something was wrong.

I saw Huang Yaoshi holding his back with one hand and landing on the frame, Fang Yanming's whole body was suspended in the air.

The little arms and legs thumped in the air twice, just about to complain to the aunt at the top of their throat.Seeing the angry look on Feng Heng's pretty face, he shrugged his head.

Huang Yaoshi pushed the empty space with his right hand, the door of the carriage opened wide, and he was thrown lightly.The next moment, Fang Yanming's little butt landed on the brocade couch.

Rubbing his slightly painful buttocks, his face was full of resentment.Immediately, seeing Feng Heng rushing in angrily, he put on a flattering face, rubbed against her, and filed a complaint.

"My ass! Auntie, look at my little uncle! How can there be such a thing, throwing me around like a ball."

As he spoke, he changed into a pitiful expression again.

Seeing this, Feng Heng also chuckled, and couldn't hold back his anger.Immediately, with a straight face, she lightly tapped her nephew's forehead with her jade finger, and began to teach him a lesson.

"You child, I don't know where you learned these strange things! The rhythm is irregular, the melody is indistinguishable, such howling, those who don't know it will think that there is a ghost under the blue sky!"

Hearing this, Fang Yanming said unconvinced: "What! Auntie, you don't know how to appreciate it. How well I sing!"

Feng Heng knew that this was not enough, his mind turned, a sly look flashed in his eyes, and he had an idea.

"Well, since you are interested in temperament, you can add another subject of temperament starting tomorrow."

Fang Yanming was startled, his aunt's words fell on his heart like a bolt from the blue.

He collapsed directly on the brocade couch, rolled around and played tricks.

"Ah! Auntie, kill me! Don't learn, don't learn, I won't learn!"

Xu Shi heard the conversation between the two people in the carriage, Huang Yaoshi poked his face in, and said with a stern expression, "Ah Heng, that's a good idea, no matter what! Since you have learned the rhythm, how about playing chess and running script? It is also necessary to learn to paint! In this way, if you can master everything in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, it must be excellent!"

Hearing his little uncle's words, Fang Yanming even forgot to roll around.The boss with a small mouth and big eyes fixedly stared at Huang Yaoshi, as if looking at another devil.

Feng Heng clapped his hands happily, and said in a firm tone: "Okay, that's it. My Ming'er is talented, so naturally I want this piano, chess, calligraphy and painting to be proficient in everything!"

While speaking, he twisted Fang Yanming's cute little face happily.

Fang Yanming had an unlovable expression on his face, and he didn't even care about the hand that he always wanted to open on weekdays.

He was paralyzed on the slump, his mind was full of the words of Huang Yaoshi and Feng Heng.

Waving his hand, he kept muttering: "Tired! Destroy!"

Huang Yaoshi laughed, and said to Feng Heng: "Ah Heng, pack up and get ready. After driving for several days on the road, I am a little tired. The Shaoxing mansion is just ahead, and the old wine is a must, so you must drink it! Let's rest in Shaoxing Mansion for a day, and then go on the road the day after tomorrow..."

After speaking, he drove forward quickly...

In the evening, in the upper room of Yuelai Inn.

Fang Yanming sat on the bench, holding his head in his small hands and shaking his head from side to side, looking at Feng Heng opposite, with a look of hesitation.

Feng Heng had noticed his little tricks a long time ago, but he never paid attention to it, wanting to see what this kid was up to.

The child was naturally impatient, seeing Feng Heng not asking for a long time, he could only walk up to her and tug on her sleeve.

Feng Heng ignored his small gestures, and was still concentrating on the book in his hand.

So, Fang Yanming couldn't help it anymore, and said timidly: "Auntie, can you..."

Having said this, Feng Heng understood what he was thinking, put down the book in his hand, and said playfully, "Study? Don't talk about it!"

After finishing speaking, he pulled his little hand away, turned around, and turned his back directly to him, making an appearance that there was no possibility.

Fang Yanming hurriedly ran to his aunt again, and Feng Heng turned around again. This repeated, which made her look a little impatient.

Seeing this look, Fang Yanming's heart skipped a beat, and he rolled his eyes wide, thinking that this method would not work, if he made his aunt angry again, maybe he would never have time to play in this life.

So he had no choice but to go back to his little bed, holding his little face, and sighed.

Looking at this situation, Feng Heng vomited a word of brat in his heart, chuckled secretly, and left him alone.

It was night, except for Huang Yaoshi who was still meditating, the other two were already lying on the bed.

Fang Yanming's eyes suddenly opened, and under the bright moonlight, he got out of bed cautiously, walked to Huang Yaoshi's side, pushed his body, and softly called "little uncle" twice.

Huang Yaoshi slowly opened his eyes, and there seemed to be lightning flashing through them, and then disappeared.

Fang Yanming pulled his sleeve and waved to him gently.

Huang Yaoshi wanted to know what kind of trick he was up to, so he wanted to light the lamp.

Seeing this action, Fang Yanming quickly shook his hand, and greeted him vigorously.

Carefully holding his big hand, he pulled Huang Yaoshi to his little bed.Fang Yanming looked at the big bed opposite again, and found that his aunt didn't move at all, so he thought she was already fast asleep.It's just that what he didn't realize was that the sound of breathing in the room was almost inaudible.

Looking left and right, like a thief, Fang Yanming unwrapped the little burden that he had to sleep with every night.Borrowing a ray of moonlight from the window, I fumbled inside.

Carefully put a set of brocade clothes on the bed, what came into view was a set of books, under the book was a stack of rice paper with handwriting on it, and a note was placed on the book.

Glancing at Yaoshi Huang, Fang Yan Ming swished the note into his arms, and then solemnly hugged the rice paper and books in his arms.

He looked at Huang Yaoshi, then at the book in his arms, turned his head away, and handed it to him with a look of reluctance.

Huang Yaoshi smiled secretly, rubbed the little head in front of him, and shook his head lovingly.

Seeing this, Fang Yanming looked anxious, angrily stuffed something into Huang Yaoshi's arms, and said something in a low voice.

"Don't tell my aunt!"

Quickly put the things on the bed into the bag, then jumped directly into the quilt, stuffed his whole body in, and then snored.

Huang Yaoshi was angry and funny, so he had to go back to bed and meditate.

After an unknown amount of time, Fang Yanming's little head got out of the quilt and snored softly.

The candles in the room suddenly lit up, and Feng Heng, dressed in a small coat and a coat, dragged her husband to the table.

He stretched out his jade hand to Huang Yaoshi, and said with a smile on his face, "Take it out!"

Hearing what his wife said, he had no choice but to grope in his bosom, and with a reluctant look, he took out the books and rice paper from his bosom and put them on the table.

Feng Heng first picked up the rice paper, only to see that it was full of crooked, densely packed small characters.

After reading it for a while, I probably know that this is a secret book of martial arts, but I don't quite understand the essence of it.

He picked up the books again and read them one by one.Then he found out that they were all martial arts classics again, and he pushed them all to Huang Yaoshi angrily.

Looking at Fang Yanming who was already asleep, he covered the kicked-off quilt.Thinking of something again, he stretched out his jade hand, and twisted his little face angrily.

"Bah! Brat, it's lucky that my aunt treats you so well! Usually, when you're copying, you're sneaky and don't even give it to me. This will make you poor and generous! Hmph! Let's see how I deal with you!"

Fang Yanming seemed to feel a little uncomfortable, slapped the hands off his face, and turned his body.

This startled Feng Heng, so he had no choice but to let go of the brat in front of him who had already offended her.

Huang Yaoshi picked up the book in front of him and was about to flip through it, but suddenly his brows twitched and he had to put down the book in his hand.Looking up, I saw his wife staring at him with big eyes, with a half-smile on her face.

Touching his nose, Huang Yaoshi asked tentatively, "Sister Heng! What's the matter?"

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand tentatively and touched the book on the table.

Crack!Huang Yaoshi's hand moved away, and Feng Heng's hand covered the pile of book covers.

Feng Heng's red lips parted lightly, and he said playfully, "I can't tell! You little uncle treats this brat very well!"

Huang Yaoshi was about to explain, but Feng Heng ignored him, grabbed the book in his arms, and walked straight to the bed.

Huang Yaoshi followed behind with a look of embarrassment, and the hand touching his wife's fragrant shoulder was slapped away.

"Go and meditate on the stool!"

Hearing this, he could only shake his head with a wry smile, and kept chanting.

"Hey... what's the matter! The city gate caught fire, and the fish in the pond were destroyed. It's a disaster without reason!"

The next morning.

Fang Yanming could already feel his stomach growling.

"Auntie! I'm so hungry!"

With a yell, he jumped up from the cot without wearing shoes, his little feet thumped on the floor, and rushed towards Feng Heng who was reading at the table.

Turning into her arms and twisting her head vigorously, she said eagerly, "Auntie, I'm hungry!"

Feng Heng said with a smile that was not a smile, "No hurry, come! Auntie wants to ask you something."

Fang Yanming looked puzzled, so he nodded.

Shaking the book in his hand, Xingyuan's big eyes narrowed into slits, Feng Heng asked: "Minger, tell me, how is your little aunt? Or your little uncle!"

"Of course it's my aunt! Minger likes my aunt the most!"

"Oh? Really, that's not necessarily true!"

Feng Heng said meaningfully, and shook the book in his hand again.

Fang Yanming was a little puzzled when he saw her actions, and then he was taken aback, with a thump in his heart.

With a playful look, Feng Heng shook the book in his hand.

"Why, does it look familiar?"

Seeing this, Fang Yanming murmured inwardly, and looked sideways, only to find that Huang Yaoshi was looking at him with guilt, and wailed.

"Ah! Little uncle, you betrayed me!"

Turning around to run, he was instantly captured by the ear-catching magic skill.

As for Feng Heng's education, there is no need to talk about it.

Feng Heng pointed at Fang Yanming angrily.Fang Yanming looked at Huang Yaoshi with resentment.Huang Yaoshi looked admiringly, looking at the scenery outside the window...

(End of this chapter)