The Young Master Is Fierce Chapter 28: Yu Wenyun

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After more than a month of conditioning, Fu Xiaoguan's body and bones are getting better.

Although he had not slept last night, he still boxed a few times in the yard. It was no longer limited to military boxing. He also did inch boxing, Muay Thai, grappling and fighting, and then started running in the yard.

Su Mo had already woken up. He stood on the second floor and watched Fu Xiaoguan boxing and running. He also became curious about this young man.

He knew that Fu Xiaoguan stayed up all night last night, and even knew that he had been reading the Chunyang Heart Sutra. There are very few people like this young master from a merchant family who can be so diligent. What's more, the poems written by this man are so amazing.

It's just that the punches he threw looked decent and well-organized, but in Su Mo's eyes, they were still just tricks. He probably hired a boxer at home, and he learned a little bit from it.

Fu Xiaoguan ran leisurely, but silently recited the luck secrets of the Chunyang Heart Meridian, which corresponded to the acupuncture points and meridians of the body one by one. Then he started to adjust his breathing according to this method, trying to breathe in the void. runs in the meridians.

After ten laps, he discovered a subtle thing. He was not as tired today as he was yesterday morning.

It stands to reason that I didn’t sleep last night, so it would be good if I could run ten laps today. Could it be that the Heart Sutra is at work?

Fu Xiaoguan was secretly happy and did not stop until he ran thirteen laps before he felt tired.

After taking a bath and having breakfast with Su Mo, he meditated under the banyan tree. The two of them had no conversation from beginning to end.

This sitting was three strokes above the sun, and Fu Xiaoguan was completely exhausted. According to what was said in the book, he did not sense Qi in his Dantian. Of course, he was not at all annoyed. After all, this thing came from the Taoist Academy. The authentic mental method cannot be so easy.

Chunxiu sat on the stone stool and looked at Fu Xiaoguan, thinking about what she had promised to continue writing A Dream of Red Mansions? Did he die like this?

What is the young master doing?

Is it possible that you still want to become an immortal?

Just when Chunxiu was thinking wildly, Yi Yu hurried in and Chunxiu greeted him.

In this one-third of an acre of land in the backyard, Chunxiu has become Fu Xiaoguan's personal butler.

"Someone came from Prince Xian's Mansion and said he wanted to see the young master."

Chunxiu frowned, wondering if her indignant words last night had offended Prince Xian's palace?

Wouldn’t this cause trouble for the young master!

"Young master is busy, take me to see you."

Yi Yu looked at Fu Xiaoguan who was meditating with his eyes closed, not quite understanding what the young master was doing.

He took Chunxiu to the outer courtyard. There were two people sitting in the living room of the outer courtyard. They were Yu Wenyun and Yu Hongyi whom Chunxiu had seen last night.

"I have met these two noble men."

Chunxiu was happy with the two of them, and Yu Wenyun asked: "Where is your young master?"

"Are you two gentlemen here to ask for forgiveness? My young master did not instigate the offense last night. If you blame me, I will bear the responsibility alone."

Yu Wenyun smiled, "We are not here to blame, just like meeting your young master."

Chunxiu was stunned, looking at Yu Wenyun’s bright smile, and felt that this young lady would not lie to her, so she said: "Please wait a moment, you two nobles, I will report to the young master right away."

Chunxiu said and trotted away. Yu Hongyi pursed his lips, picked up the tea, smelled it and then put it down. He thought to himself that there are quite a lot of rules in this shabby mansion. Up and down the river, my noble son is waiting for someone like this. , which sets a precedent.

He didn't understand why Her Royal Highness the Ninth Princess was so anxious to come to Fu Mansion so early in the morning.

According to his wishes, if Fu Xiaoguan is to send someone over to say something, why should Fu Xiaoguan rush to the Prince's Mansion?

Not long after, Chunxiu ran out again and said, "Two noble gentlemen, please."

Yu Hongwen was stunned again, I am the prince!

Can you guys give the prince some basic respect?

What’s more, this person next to me is His Majesty’s most beloved Ninth Princess!

According to the rules, when Her Royal Highness the Princess comes, the Fu Mansion will open the central gate and the head of the family will lead the whole family to kneel down to greet her. But what does this mean now?

That guy didn’t come in person, but sent a girl to send him away. Do you really think that a tiger that doesn’t show off its power is a sick cat?

Yu Hongwen glared and stood up, startling Chunxiu.

Yu Hongwen didn't get angry, or to be precise, he didn't say anything. He was dragged behind him by Yu Wenyun, and he also received a serious warning from Yu Wenyun - Yu Wenyun glared at him.

He took a deep breath, held it in his belly for a few seconds, and then let it out silently.

The two of them followed Chunxiu towards the backyard, and Yu Wenyun whispered again: "I told you not to come, but you insist on following. You are not allowed to speak after entering!"

The dignified prince was ruthlessly suppressed.

Fu Xiaoguan made tea, watched the two people come in, and greeted them to sit down with a smile on his face.

"I'm really sorry for last night. I really had something to do and I couldn't get away. I thought I would have time to go to the Prince's Mansion to apologize, but I didn't expect you guys to come here first. I'm very scared. Come on, please have some tea."

This was the first time Yu Wenyun met Fu Xiaoguan.

This man is quite handsome!

He behaves generously and speaks sincerely. Knowing that he is from the Prince's Palace, he can handle it easily and without any restraint. It is just as Shulan said, he is only sixteen years old, but he has a calmness that is inconsistent with his age.

"Master, do you know who he and I are?" Yu Wenyun deliberately asked with a straight face.

Is this a question of guilt? Thoughts flashed through Fu Xiaoguan's mind, but he still had a spring breeze-like smile on his face.

He replied: "We are both fallen people in the world, so why should we meet before? Knowing is fate. Don't ask about things, don't ask for cause and effect. This is how you feel at ease. What does the girl think?"

Yu Wenyun’s beautiful eyes flashed, they are both fallen people in the world, why should they have known each other before? As Mr. Qin said, this young man is full of knowledge and very human.

So, she pursed her lips and smiled, "What Mr. Fu said is absolutely true. Just by his words, yesterday's incident has been revealed."

Yu Hongwen also looked at Fu Xiaoguan, this sentence is quite good, but this prince and the ninth princess are not some ghosts and fallen people!

"You two are here, what can I do for you?"

"Yesterday I heard that Mr. Fu also wrote a book. I thought that with the young master's talents, the book must be very interesting. Can I show it to Miss Ben...?"

Fu Xiaoguan looked back at Chunxiu. Chunxiu lowered his head and stuck out his tongue.

"It's unfortunate that the girl is here. The manuscript has been sent to a friend. I have to wait for a while for the friend to send it back, and then I will send it to the girl."

Yu Wenyun was slightly disappointed and asked: "Who did you send it to?"

"Dong Shulan, the daughter of the Minister of Hubu who went to Beijing."

Yu Wenyun picked up the tea bowl and opened the lid, her face blurred by tea smoke.

After a few breaths, she put down the tea bowl and asked: "I heard that the young master composed a poem for Shulan?"

Fu Xiaoguan looked at Chunxiu again, but Chunxiu shook his head.

"Before Miss Dong left Linjiang, I met her by chance and got something from her, so I wrote a poem. This... is not a big deal."

"I will leave Linjiang tomorrow. Mr. Fu, would you like to write a poem for me?"