From the Red Mansion, you can travel through the world of martial arts

Chapter 132 Foot

A famous law states that the more you worry about something, the more likely it is to happen...

Life on the ship was boring. Zhao Min was a girl from the grassland, used to being free and easy. It was very difficult for her to be rejected in this small world.

Jia Wei did not allow them to go down to the second floor, so they could only wander around on the third floor. The next day, they went to the courtyard they had never been to before.

At this moment, in the courtyard, Zijuan was sticking out her big butt, bending over to sort out the sundries. She heard footsteps and turned around, and saw a graceful and gorgeous girl leaning against the door with a teasing look on her face.

"Oh, no wonder Jia Wei doesn't allow us to come here, it turns out there is a little beauty hiding here."

"Hello, young lady." Zijuan blushed slightly. Seeing that she addressed Jia Wei by name, she was unsure of her identity and bowed, saying, "Young lady, you have misunderstood. My young lady is the cousin of Master Wei. We borrowed the treasure ship to go to the capital together."

Zhao Min walked into the yard and looked at Zijuan, thinking that this girl was so beautiful and dressed more decently than some rich girls, but she didn't expect that she was just a maid.

Then the young ladies are more charming.

Zhao Min asked curiously, "Then please ask your daughter to come out and meet us. It will take more than ten days for the ship to reach the capital. It will be boring to stay in the room alone. Why not play with us?"

Zhao Min had an outstanding appearance and temperament, and she was dressed very elegantly. Her identity seemed to be quite prominent. Zijuan did not dare to neglect her, and hurriedly asked Xueyan to prepare tea while she went to invite Daiyu.

Daiyu was reading in the room and heard the noise, "Who's here?"

"I don't know him, he should be Mr. Erye's man." Zijuan said with a smile, "He is so neat, and has a good temperament, very generous."

Daiyu just put on some clothes and went out. She and Zhao Min looked at each other and were both a little surprised.

When Zhao Min saw Daiyu's peerless beauty, she knew in her heart that the talk of cousins ​​was all bullshit and that the lecherous Jia Wei must have had bad intentions!

"Hello, sister."

Zhao Min also became gentle, "Hello, sister."

Although Daiyu doesn't like strangers, she still values ​​Jia Wei's friends after all.

The two exchanged pleasantries, and Zhao Min said, "I haven't asked for your name yet."

"My surname is Lin."

Forest?
Zhao Min thought that there seemed to be no cousin with the surname Lin in Ningguo Mansion, but there was a son-in-law with the surname Lin in Rongguo Mansion.

Could it be Lin Ruhai’s daughter?
She had been collecting information about Jia Wei for a long time, and was well aware of the family relationships of these military heroes of the Han Empire.

"Is your father Imperial Censor Lin?"

Daiyu nodded, "That's right."

"Oh, my name is Zhao Min."

Daiyu's eyes narrowed, and she thought of her deceased mother, Jia Min.

"I wonder which word 'Min' it is?"

"Min is keen on learning."

Daiyu's eyes froze in shock. She was a sentimental person. She recalled that the last time she went north to the capital was because her mother had passed away. Although she was deeply saddened, she still forced a smile with Zhao Min...

Zhao Min was smart and saw that Daiyu was not in high spirits and had lost interest, so she chatted for a few words and then stood up to leave.

After she returned, she saw Jia Wei instructing Ding Baiying in martial arts and learning a mysterious footwork in the courtyard.

Zhao Min suddenly thought of Jia Wei's extraordinary martial arts. He was so young but his martial arts were so powerful. The skills he learned must be world-class.

Zhao Min had something in mind, but on the surface she didn't care. She went straight into the house, and after closing the door, she leaned on the door to eavesdrop, and began to learn from the master. "...My footwork requires very high internal strength. When you have mastered the Nine Yang Gong, you can use this footwork again. No one below the Grandmaster can stop you. This is to practice internal strength with dynamic exercises. With each step you take, your internal breath circulates a little..."

Zhao Min couldn't help but listen attentively. She subconsciously practiced the exercises according to what Jia Wei recited, stepped out a few hexagram positions, and felt that it was extremely exquisite.

"No wonder Mr. Lu Zhang and Mr. He Bi were unable to do anything to him on the pleasure boat that day..."

She had been studying Central Plains culture since she was young, so she was naturally familiar with the Book of Changes. Now she was able to draw inferences from what she had learned and took several steps forward.

Suddenly, Zhao Min's internal energy stagnated. She was shocked for an instant, realizing that she had used the wrong energy. She staggered a few times, and fell to the ground with a "crack", and her head hit the wall hard.

Jia Wei heard Zhao Min's "ouch" and a chaotic sound coming from inside the room, so he turned his head and looked over: "What is she going crazy about? You continue practicing, I'll go and take a look."

Jia Wei pushed open the door and walked in, and was stunned by the scene in front of him... He saw Zhao Min sitting on the ground, her face full of pain, one hand touching her head, and her legs slightly curled up.

"What are you doing?" Zhao Min glared at him guiltily.

Not only did he secretly learn martial arts, but he also sprained his ankle because he practiced it incorrectly. This is so embarrassing...

Jia Wei thought for a moment and said, "You're not going to practice with them and fall down, are you? Princess Minmin, it's a big taboo to learn other sects' martial arts without permission in the martial arts world."

"What do you mean by stealing skills? I learned openly." Zhao Min raised her head and chin and said, without any guilt. "Besides, I haven't heard of any sect or school you joined. Who knows where you stole this Qinggong?"

Jia Wei didn't care and walked in with a smile.

Zhao Min sat on the ground, her ankle was in unbearable pain and she couldn't move. When she saw Jia Wei approaching, she became alert.

"What are you doing here? Go out and call Ding Baiying for me." Zhao Min felt very insecure.

Jia Wei ignored her, walked closer and squatted down, "You sprained your ankle?"

That handsome face was too close to her. Zhao Min leaned back slightly to avoid it. She uttered a faint nasal "Hmm."

"Can you stand up?"

Zhao Min shook her head.

Jia Wei put one hand around her back and the other hand through her legs, hugging this soft body, slowly picked up Zhao Min and placed her on a chair beside him.

Maybe it was because she was injured and a little fragile, or maybe Jia Wei's actions were very gentle and he didn't touch her randomly, Zhao Min actually calmed down.

But when she saw Jia Wei picking up her injured foot, Zhao Min hurriedly shouted, "You...what are you doing?"

"I'm here to treat your wounds," Jia Wei said, "Do you want to become a cripple?"

Speaking of the crippled woman, Jia Wei thought of Lu Wushuang, and then of her cousin Cheng Ying... He wondered how she was doing on Peach Blossom Island.

Zhao Min muttered, "It's not possible to ask others to come," and then said nothing more.

Zhao Min's feet were already swollen. When Jia Wei wanted to take off her shoes, Zhao Min started to shout, "Be gentle, be gentle!"

Jia Wei used his inch strength to tear open her shoes and slowly took off her white socks, revealing a small foot as white and tender as jade, with round toes, elegant arches, and slender soles. Jia Wei estimated that it was about size 35, but the ankle was slightly swollen.

Zhao Min blushed with shame, "How long do you want to see it?"

"Ahem, isn't this a matter of observing the injury?"

Jia Wei said as he grabbed her bare foot with one hand. The skin felt warm and soft. Zhao Min pulled her foot back, pulling the wound and screaming in pain: "Hiss... you pervert! My ankle was sprained, why did you touch my foot? Bastard!"

(End of this chapter)