Chapter 210 The passion in the heart

Style: Historical Author: God of joy in JulyWords: 3294Update Time: 24/01/18 07:13:09
Xie Fu was surprised when he heard this.

Hu Diquan smiled upon seeing this and said proudly: "I used to envy you, but now it's your turn to envy me. I also noticed that you are practicing martial arts, but your talent is too poor. , I’m afraid I won’t even be able to reach the top grade in my lifetime.”

Hu Diquan said this before, and Xie Fu did not deny it. However, he now has water veins in his body, which are not as good as before. He said with a smile: "That may not be true."

Hu Diquan sighed and said: "Sir, I was deceived into martial arts by chance. I originally thought I could be superior to others and become a master. How could I know that I have become a rat crossing the street. I am frightened every day, but even ordinary people can't do it." Why don't you, sir, you are not in deep trouble yet, I advise you not to continue."

How could Fu Xie stop? There was no turning back on this road for him. He smiled on his face and did not say clearly, "Di Quan, let's compare notes when we have time."

"Sir, let's forget it. You are too far behind me."

Back in the courtyard, Fu Xie specially said hello to Butler Kong, saying that Hu Diquan was sick and asked him to have a good rest for a few days.

At nightfall, he secretly invited a doctor to come over for Hu Diquan and personally prepared medicine for Hu Diquan. After delivering the medicine to Hu Diquan's room, he immediately returned to his room to practice martial arts.

When I meet a servant from someone else's house on the street, he is casually a master of the fifth rank.

Even Hu Di, who is usually unknown, is all ranked ninth grade. I am afraid that there are many martial arts masters hidden in Suzhou City.

This made Xie Fu suddenly feel a sense of crisis.

With his current cultivation level, it was far from the fifth level. If someone wanted to hurt He Qing, there was nothing he could do.



Today in the study room, the person who accompanies Tantai Heqing to play chess is Lan Ning.

These days, Tantai Heqing is obsessed with Go. When Lan Ning comes to visit, she will take Lan Ning to sit down and play, chatting while playing chess.

It can't be said that Tantai Heqing is obsessed with Go. Among the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, Go has always been Tantai Heqing's favorite one since childhood.

It's just that since her parents suffered an accident seven years ago and she took care of the Tantai family alone, she no longer has time to satisfy her own preferences.

By the middle of the game, Tantai Heqing's defeat was certain, and there was still a gap between her chess skills and Lan Ning's.

Funny to say, Lan Ning learned Go from Tantai He Qing.

Over the years, Lan Ning has been obsessed with chess, calligraphy and painting, while Tantai Heqing has been worried about business and family affairs every day. As they advance and retreat, the gap between the two widens.

Tantaihe said emotionally: "Lan Ning, I never expected that the gap between me and you is so big now, and I am not worthy of being your opponent at all."

Lan Ning hurriedly said: "Sister, please don't say that. Lan Ning's Go was taught by her sister. My sister has just neglected to practice these years, and Lan Ning is an idle person and can only play with these things every day. These days , every time Lan Ning and her sister play a game, Lan Ning can feel that her sister has improved. My sister has extraordinary talent in this area. As time goes by, her chess skills will definitely be better than Lan Ning's..."

Lan Ning knew that Tantai Heqing, like himself, was a person who refused to admit defeat, so he made a long speech.

Tantai He smiled affectionately and said: "Lan Ning, don't feel bad, I'm just sighing for myself."

Lan Ning pointed to the chess records he brought over and said, "Sister, I might benefit from taking a look at these chess records in my spare time."

"good."

Lan Ning sat down, put on her shoes and stood up, "Sister, it's getting late, I should go back."

"Okay, I'll give it to you."

Lan Ning smiled: "No need."

When I walked to the door of the study, I saw the setting sun gradually setting, and the autumn dusk was pleasant. I suddenly turned around and said, "Sister, before it gets completely dark, let's go for a walk to the river together."

Tantai Heqing was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "Let's do it next time."

"Okay." Lan Ning didn't say much.

After Lan Ning left, Tantai Heqing called Butler Kong over and asked Butler Kong to call Fu Xie to the study.

After all, a close friend is just a close friend, and your husband is your husband.

And she is studying Go these days just because she wants to attack Xie Fu. Hum, let him tease me with Go every day. Sooner or later, he will know how good I am.

But it was said that Lan Ning walked out of Tantai Mansion, but did not go home immediately, but walked to the river alone.

In fact, it was easy for her to see Fu Xie, but she was too proud to do so.

She didn't know how many times she had been to Tantai Mansion these days, and this talented man from Yangzhou was also in the mansion.

Every time she had the urge to see him, every time she endured it.

But the more I endure it, the image of this person always echoes in my mind.

A wry smile appeared on Lan Ning's lips, and she also said that she would let people fall in love with her and then abandon them.

This person hasn't fallen in love with her yet, but she seems to be trapped in it and unable to extricate herself.

It turns out that it is so uncomfortable to be alone.

Why am I such a bitch? A lot of men miss me, but I just want one guy who doesn’t miss me.

Time seemed to be slowly wearing away the proud spirit in her body, making her feel like surrendering in her heart.

The autumn wind blows on the face and the body is cold, making people feel a little weak.

Before he knew it, Lan Ning had walked to the riverside and stopped. He stood under the tree and quietly watched the dusk and autumn colors.

Under the autumn wind, fallen leaves fell around her from time to time.

One piece landed lightly on her sleeve, like a yellow butterfly resting on her body.

Autumn after autumn, year after year, Lan Ning seemed to be feeling something, and glanced at the yellow leaf that fell on her body.

At this time, there was another breeze, and the yellow leaves were rippling, like yellow butterflies flapping their wings to fly.

Lan Ning couldn't help but reach out to catch it. As soon as the leaf floated, Rou Yi spread her fingers, and the yellow butterfly flew to the palm of her hand and never moved again.

In this bustling and noisy Suzhou, who is happy and who is sad? Didn't you say that your heart was moved for me for the first time?

Every time I look at the empty front, silently, I realize what is the most precious.

Lan Ning gathered her white fingers and held the yellow butterfly tightly in her hand. A trace of inexplicable comfort flashed through her heart. She lowered her eyes with an expression as pious and solemn as when worshiping Buddha.

I am just a little girl who piously wants to be loved. I always have a little warmth by my side in spring, summer, autumn and winter.

Lan Ning opened her eyes and showed her face. The kites in the sky were flying in the wind, and the beautiful autumn colors fell into her eyes.

The sunset shining on her cheeks was the same as before.

He murmured: "Stop and sit in the maple forest at night, the frost leaves are as red as the flowers in February."

It wasn't until the last trace of dusk disappeared in the sky that Lan Ning turned around and returned home.

Although there is no afterglow of the setting sun on my body, my heart is as bright as red flowers in February.

Since you dare not love me, then let me love you first.



After an autumn rain, there was a bit of chill. Lan Ning was sitting in the pavilion in the small courtyard, wearing more clothes, which was not as cool as what she wore in summer.

But the beautiful figure lines wrapped in clothes can still make men salivate.

Her black hair is as shiny as black pearls, and her skin is as white as snow in the cold winter.

Her stunning beauty exudes a kind of beauty that hits people's hearts, and her beauty is nothing more than that. This is why Lan Ning is very confident in front of men.

Lan Ning lowered his eyes attentively, not knowing what he was thinking, and suddenly said: "Juan'er, how many days has it been?"

Juaner asked in confusion: "How many days has it been?"

Lan Ning laughed at himself: "It's okay."

What she meant was how long it had been since she threw Xie Fu off the boat.

At that time, she left a hint of dating on Xie Fu, which was the biggest initiative a young lady could take.

However, what she received in response was silent indifference.

In the past, men were vying to see her, but now it was her turn to have a taste of it.

Juan'er didn't know what day the lady was talking about, so she said, "Miss, yesterday was the first day of the Lunar New Year, and you just went to the temple to worship."

Lan Ning groaned, counting secretly in his heart, it had been more than forty days.

They actually made me wait for more than forty days. I felt resentful in my heart and couldn't help but said angrily: "Who are these people?"

She has already taken such initiative as a woman, why should I offer myself a pillow and go to his bed to accompany him?

"Hmph, that's a nice thought."

Juaner saw that the young lady was angry and annoyed for a while, and immediately understood that the young lady was thinking about the talented man from Yangzhou.

It seems that this talented man from Yangzhou is the nemesis of the young lady, and he always touches the fate of the young lady.

One time for letters, another time for lantern riddles and dried orchids, and another time in the flower hall.

First, there was a feeling of acquaintance, then the young lady was unable to step down in front of others, and she felt resentful. Finally, she felt extremely guilty.

This kind of indifference has never happened to the young lady before. Maybe it goes by the saying, the best thing is the thing you can't wait for.

I can't wait, I will always think about it day and night, and I will think about it as much as I think about it.

Juaner sighed: "Miss, this guy is a tough guy. Miss, there is no need to waste your time on him."

Lan Ning said proudly: "No! He doesn't love me, but I want him to fall in love with me. I don't believe I can't win him."

The authorities are obsessed with it, but Juan'er feels that the young lady may not be just taking a gamble.

Lan Ning suddenly stood up: "Juan'er, go get some bamboo and go back to the house to make a kite."

Juan'er asked curiously: "Why make a kite?"

Lan Ning didn't answer and went straight back to the house.

Inside the house, Lan Ning made a kite by herself.

Juan'er was surprised when she saw it: "Miss, I didn't expect you to be able to make a kite."

Lan Ning said proudly: "There are still many things I know how to do."

Speaking of which, flying kites was one of the fun things she had with Sister He Qing when she was a child, and it was Sister He Qing who taught her how to make the kite.

After the kite was made, Lan Ning drew a beautiful butterfly on it and wrote a poem about Bodhisattva:

The flowers are bright and the moon is dark and misty. It's a good time to go to Langbian tonight. Wearing socks and walking up the fragrant steps, carrying gold-leafed shoes. Seeing him on the south bank of the painting hall, he trembled for a while. It's hard to come out, so I teach you how to show mercy.

After Lan Ning finished writing the words "willful pity", his ears turned red. When have I been so shameless?

Hum, when you fall in love with me, I will get them all back.

Juan'er is literate, but literacy and reading are completely different things.

Lan Ning didn't seem to want Juan'er to look at it, so he raised the kite and said, "The crisp autumn air is a good time to fly kites."

As soon as Lan Ning walked out of the flower hall, Juan'er quickly stopped her: "Miss, you can't go out like this."

Lan Ning asked curiously: "What's wrong?"

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