The concubine was reborn, and the cold prince was made red in the face

"Who are you going to fight?"

Zuo Xiangning looked at the man whose smiling mask was almost knocked off, and said angrily: "Why do you always laugh? Isn't boxing just for fighting? From the name of this Baduanjin, it seems to be quite powerful, that's right I don’t know if it’s too late for me to learn at this age.”

Ling Xiao saw that she was extremely serious and suppressed a smile, "There is enough time. Before the sun rises tomorrow morning, we will practice Ba Duan Jin in the yard facing the first ray of morning light. We will get twice the result with half the effort."

Zuo Xiangning also felt that her body was too weak and she would get sick if she didn't take care of it. Every time she got sick, it was so severe that she thought she was going to die again several times.

It's really not possible to continue like this.

"Okay then, let's practice tomorrow morning." Zuo Xiangning nodded and agreed.

When she returned to the room, she lay lazily on the warm quilt.

These days, besides taking boats and carriages, she found a sense of being down to earth now that she was lying on the bed.

She slept until dawn the next morning, and the "bang bang" of the door outside failed to wake her up.

The man outside the door was startled and thought she had run away.

He pushed the door open, entered the room, and lifted the bed curtain.

In the early morning, soft light shines through the delicate window screens and dapples onto the exquisite bed.

The woman curled up lazily in the brocade quilt, her hair gently scattered beside the pillow, like a picture scroll

beautiful scenery.

The man breathed a sigh of relief and called softly: "Xiang Ning?"

"Ok?"

There was still some sleepiness on Zuo Xiangning's pink face, and her slightly pouty red lips were as attractive as cherries.

She stretched out, and the soft brocade quilt slipped off, revealing her slender jade arms, like snow and frost, like a white lotus in full bloom, fresh and refined.

Zuo Xiangning suddenly realized that someone seemed to be calling her just now. She suddenly opened her sleepy eyes, looked at the man with deep eyes next to her, and quickly wrapped herself in the quilt, "You...why did you come in?"

Zuo Xiangning's eyes were extremely beautiful, big and bright. At this time, her newly awakened eyes were still hazy and blurry, and even more watery and clear in black and white, as if they contained endless affection.

"What are you still looking at there?" Zuo Xiangning sat up holding the quilt and glared at him, "The west room is your room, and the east room is mine. You can't just enter my room again. There are differences between men and women. No, what's the matter with you breaking in like this?"

"I've been knocking on the door for a quarter of an hour. The door panel was almost leaking. You didn't even answer. I thought something had happened to you." The man put a bundle beside the bed and lowered the bed curtain with a smile. , "I have prepared some clothes for you, put on these and come out quickly."

The man went out and danced with his sword for a while in the middle of the courtyard. When he put away his sword and turned around, he saw the woman standing by the door, looking at him with a complicated expression.

"What are you looking at there?" The man handed the sword to the girl next to him, waved Zuo Xiangning to stand next to him, and began to teach her Baduanjin.

But this woman is as doughy as dough. Not only is her waist as soft as noodles, her arms and legs are also thin and soft. When she punches, it's like dancing, which makes people confused and fascinated.

"The arms have to be raised higher, at shoulder level." He walked behind Zuo Xiangning and supported her arm, "Put your feet apart, shoulder width apart."

Zuo Xiangning took a small step to the side.

The man put his foot between hers and kicked one foot to the side.

Zuo Xiangning, whose legs and feet were sore, was touched by him unpreparedly and almost fell to the ground, which caused another burst of laughter from the man.

Zuo Xiangning said angrily: "What are you doing? I don't want to learn anymore!"

"Okay, okay, it's my fault." The man apologized quickly: "Don't be angry, who would have thought that you would fall over like a ball of cotton."

"I'm not you." Zuo Xiangning frowned: "I think those two girls are pretty good at it. Otherwise, you'd better let them teach me." "How can they teach me? Besides, there are a total of 100 people in this yard. Just these two girls, there are still a lot of jobs for them to do."

"Then I won't learn either." When Zuo Xiangning thought about him teaching her so close to her, their bodies bumped into each other from time to time, and he touched his hands and feet from time to time, these made Zuo Xiangning feel uncomfortable. .

"Then let's do this. I won't correct your movements, but just teach you the moves, okay?" The man coaxed her, "Write down the moves first, and learn the rest later."

"Then you do it in front, and I'll learn from you in the back." Zuo Xiangning said.

"Okay, it's all up to you." The man agreed with a smile, stood in front of Zuo Xiangning, and slowly showed Zuo Xiangning one move after another.

Zuo Xiangning was carefully following him behind him.

The man did it twice, then stood aside and asked Zuo Xiangning to do it again for him to see.

In the dim light of the morning, the woman's lavender gown, embroidered with exquisite patterns, was light and elegant, dancing as she raised her hands and arms, like a budding flower.

She wore a pair of embroidered shoes under her feet, with exquisite plum blossoms embroidered on the uppers, and pearls the size of rice grains dotted in the middle of the flower stamens. The light and elegant movements of her legs and feet added a bit of cuteness.

With a stern face, she practiced Baduanjin carefully, and every movement was so graceful and smooth.

Her figure blends into nature, like a beautiful picture, which makes people fascinated by it.

"Are you doing the right thing?" Zuo Xiangning asked the man who remained motionless, as if he was in trance like an old monk, with a smile.

"What you did looks pretty good." The man walked up to her, took out a handkerchief and wiped it on her forehead.

Zuo Xiangning took a step back and avoided his hand, "I'm going to wash my face."

"I'll have someone get you some hot water." The man said, "Don't wash yourself with cold water after sweating. You may get sick."

"I know." Zuo Xiangning said and entered the room.

"When changing clothes, close the windows and be careful of the wind!" the man said from behind her.

Zuo Xiangning, who had already reached the door, looked back at the man in the middle of the yard.

This man hasn't been feeling well since he came back last night. He has obviously changed and talks more. He also likes to laugh, especially laugh. I haven't seen him laugh as much as he does today in so many days.

The man asked someone to prepare hot water. When he turned around and saw the woman standing there, still looking at him, he asked with a smile, "What are you looking at there? You haven't practiced enough. Do you want to practice twice more?"

Zuo Xiangning's eyes stopped at his chin, and her expression suddenly changed.

He used to have a square chin, but now his square chin has turned into a pointy one!

She slowly walked up to him, raised her head slightly, and stared at his chin from left to right, wanting to pinch it twice with her hands.

"What are you looking at?" the man asked.

Zuo Xiangning's eyes moved to his eyes and she looked at him for a long time. The thought in her heart was almost ready to come out.

But if it was really him, why did he fake his death? And why don’t you recognize yourself?

"Why don't you speak?" The man looked at her ugly face and hesitated to speak. He asked worriedly: "Don't make me anxious. What's going on?"

The words Zuo Xiangning wanted to ask were all on her lips, but in the end they turned into a long sigh and she didn't ask anything.

If he hadn't asked, it would have only embarrassed the two of them.

If it were him, then he must have his own reasons for not recognizing him. If he forced him, he would be a coward, so what's the point?