But if these results will eventually fall on him, Huang Qiong will definitely be grateful. He is only five years old now, and his current burden is already very heavy, and he really cannot add any more. After her mother said these words, Huang Qiong kept thinking about fainting again so that she could breathe.
But he remembered that this mother seemed to have medical skills, and he couldn't hide it from her even if he pretended to be faint, so he finally had to give up this somewhat unrealistic idea. And after his mother said these words, the razor-like eyes she glanced at him made him dare not even think about it again.
After dinner, his mother carefully told him a new breathing method, and then asked him to stand in front of her. At the same time, while he was walking, he lit a stick of incense as thick as his little finger under his buttocks. He also asked him to breathe as he asked, whether he was walking or sleeping.
Huang Qiong, who was confused by her mother's request, could only follow her mother's request and follow her mother's request, even though she was reluctant to do so. And no matter how uncomfortable it was, he could only persist. There was no way that as long as he squatted down a little, the thumb-thick incense stick under his butt would burn another hole in his butt.
His mother seemed to be reading a book, but his breathing rate was only slightly worse, or sometimes he couldn't bear it. When he studies every day, the ruler that scares him will hit his hand again. The same is true when sleeping. As long as his breathing is a little worse after falling asleep, the ruler will wake him up at any time and readjust his breathing before going back to sleep.
Although Huang Qiong couldn't bear it, she protested to her mother more than once, saying she couldn't abuse a young child like herself. He was only five years old, and it was quite unbearable to walk on horseback for nearly half an hour at a time. Every time he finished the horse stance, his legs would tremble all night long.
But every time he protested, his mother either ignored him or took him seriously. Or tell him that she came here like this back then. At least he still had his mother by his side, and when he was his age, he had already gone to the mountains to learn skills. She was able to persevere as a woman back then, so what couldn't he persevere as a man?
With such a simple sentence, all Huang Qiong's protests were blocked. Not only were Huang Qiong's protests rejected every time, but even Aunt Chen's attempts to intercede on Huang Qiong's behalf were blocked. Helpless Huang Qiong could only suffer like this day after day.
It should be said that everyone has his or her own potential. Forced by the external environment, these potentials will burst out when they need them. Just like Huang Qiong right now, even though every day feels difficult. But under the coercion of his mother, he gradually got used to this kind of life.
And this kind of life is not without any benefits for him. That is, after half a year of Zamabu and breathing adjustments, he felt that his body was not only much stronger, but also felt much lighter. Feeling that her body was slowly changing, Huang Qiong no longer felt so miserable about her daily life.
Half a year later, after Huang Qiong had adapted to this kind of life, he might find that he really had no interest in music, let alone any talent. Occasionally, I would play the piano and flute, sitting there in a daze like a fool. Otherwise, just sit there and doze off. The compulsory music lessons and painting lessons every day have been shortened a lot, and they no longer have to be studied every day.
But his mother still asked him to learn an instrument. Huang Qiong, who really had no interest in music, looked at this person as a chess player, a calligrapher, a painter, a master of astronomy, geography, and medicine. Although he has never shown his hands, at least in his opinion, he should be a great master of martial arts.
He was already quite afraid of the father-like mother of the heroine in the classic novel that had been remade countless times by the martial arts master he knew in his previous life. In the end, at his mother's request, he chose the "Xiao", the simplest musical instrument in his eyes.
The reason for choosing this instrument is very simple. First, it looks very simple, at least simpler than instruments such as zither, harp, and pipa. It makes people feel that they can do whatever they want. Second, he felt that it would be too ugly for a grown man to learn string instruments such as zither, harp, and pipa. In Huang Qiong's opinion, those toys should be for girls to play with.
The most crucial point is that he was a martial arts fan in his previous life. I'm somewhat unimpressed with the male and female protagonists in that classic martial arts novel. But I really like the heroine's father. That old gentleman was a good flute player.
"The magic sword flies in the shadow of peach blossoms, and the jade flute is played by the tide in the blue sea", which fascinated Huang Qiong when he was a teenager. He even named the old gentleman Huang, who was also surnamed Huang. According to the old saying that they were one family five hundred years ago, he believed that the two people should be somewhat related. So, when his mother asked him to choose an instrument, he finally chose the flute.
Regarding Huang Qiong's choice, although her mother frowned slightly, in the end she never made any comments as always. But Huang Qiong clearly felt that his mother was a little dissatisfied with his choice. Because at night while he was walking and sleeping, his mother wrote calligraphy all night long.
It has been more than half a year since she came to this inexplicable era, but Huang Qiong has never known what her mother in this life is like when she is happy or what she is like when she is angry. Although I have never seen her get angry, I have never seen her smile either. It was as if all the joy, anger, sorrow and joy had nothing to do with her.
However, although I have never seen these. But some time ago, for some unknown reason, my mother also locked herself in the study room and wrote calligraphy for a whole day. Even supervising his homework was done by the palace maid named Chen.
It was not until the next day that Huang Qiong entered the study room that she discovered that her mother had copied the entire book "The Analects of Confucius" using six kinds of seal script, plus cursive script, running script, regular script and other calligraphy variations. Later he found out from the mouth of Aunt Yao, the palace maid who had been taking care of her. Usually this happens when his mother is in a bad mood.
It's just that Huang Qiong wanted to ask her mother why her choice of Xiao made her feel bad. But when I thought about it, with the current situation that I and this mother couldn't speak ten words all day long, even if I asked, it would be in vain. If his mother wanted to tell him, she would tell him naturally. He didn't want to tell him, and no matter what method he tried, he couldn't get his mother to say it.
My mother wrote all night without rejecting him directly. That meant that his mother didn't want to tell him the reason. Therefore, although he was very curious, he didn't ask anything in the end. I just continued silently. I don't have an ordinary fulfilling life now.
Huang Qiong, who didn't talk much in her previous life, is now even less able to talk due to heavy schoolwork. And his mother spoke so little that she felt dumb. Except when teaching Huang Qiong his homework, most of the conversations between mother and son every day were when the mother said it was time for Qiong'er to study or practice Qiong'er, and Huang Qiong agreed and it ended.
Day after day, year after year, when Huang Qiong turned eight years old in this life, his life changed again. In addition to the study of cultural classes, the content will deepen with age. It is no longer "The Analects of Confucius" and "The Book of Songs", but also includes various works of Confucius and various theories of various schools of thought.
Waiting until night every day, he only had midnight to sleep. In the second half of every day, his mother would spare two hours for him to start learning boxing and kicking kung fu. And since I started learning boxing and kicking, no matter it was severe winter or scorching heat, I practiced for two hours a day without stopping for a moment.
After two hours of fisting and kicking, there is still half an hour of internal martial arts training. The daytime course also includes learning about acupuncture points and meridians. The only thing that didn't change was which martial arts school he was learning, and what the names of the palm techniques and boxing techniques were. His mother told him stingily.
Although he had been working as an underground worker in his previous life, Huang Qiong still didn't like the hands-on skills of martial arts. In his opinion, only certain underworld personnel should learn skills. He repeatedly tried to convince his mother that he was still too young and his homework burden was already too heavy. Those things will be learned in a few years.
In response to Huang Qiong's nagging protest, his mother just flatly crushed a Jun porcelain vase. Looking at the fragments on the ground, Huang Qiong felt sorry for this era in his previous life, which cost at least tens of millions of vases, and he shut his mouth neatly.
He was not worried that his mother would crush his neck like the vase she crushed. But what was hidden behind his mother's dull expression told him that if he kept nagging, he would definitely be in trouble. Apart from anything else, half an hour of extended walking time every day would be enough for me.
So after receiving a sign of dissatisfaction from her mother, Huang Qiong quickly gave up the idea of resisting. Fortunately, I am also a person with a tough character, although life is a bit difficult. But the words of the palace maid named Chen, "This is your mother teaching you the skills to save your life in the end," also made Huang Qiong, who really understood her mother's meaning, grit her teeth and persist.
When Huang Qiong was ten years old, every three days, her mother would hear the sound of locks being locked in the palace. Lead him over the wall from the palace compound and over the city wall out of the city. Although the palace was heavily guarded inside and outside, there were constant patrols of officers and soldiers coming and going on the city walls. But all this failed to stop my mother.
At this time, Huang Qiong realized that the cold palace could not really trap his mother. She doesn't go out, she just doesn't want to go out. Whether it was the numerous guards in the palace or the imperial guards outside the palace, it was as if they were nothing in front of his mother. If you really want to go out, it can be said to be easy.
His mother had not started learning Qing Gong with him, and no one could find out. Without him as a burden, I'm afraid no one would be able to discover it. Although the guards and royal guards guarding the palace were too busy guarding the dignitaries in office, they did not pay much attention to the guards of Tingxuexuan, which had been converted into a cold palace.
But whether they take it seriously or not, no one takes the safety here seriously or not, but this is the palace after all. Even if the people inside can't get out, once an outsider comes in, regardless of whether things are lost or not, as long as someone comes in, it is a serious crime. To say that the precautions are lax is only relative. There should be a lot of vigilance.
