Chapter 1715

Bao'er's eyes fell on Chu Yunyao's chest, watching her keep gesticulating with her hands, and finally understood what Chu Yunyao was looking for.

Bao'er couldn't help but covered her mouth and laughed: "Miss drank so much tonic soup, the effect is too good."

Chu Yunyao raised her hand and pretended to knock Bao'er on the head, "You dare to laugh at me, when you and Duan Changyu get married and have a child, maybe the size of the jackets you are wearing now will be smaller, so you have to throw them away and buy them again. , then I will laugh at you instead."

Bao'er is not as thick-skinned as Chu Yunyao, and she is a girl with a yellow flower who has not yet left the court. How can she compare to Chu Yunyao's shameless face, she blushes instantly, glares at Chu Yunyao coquettishly, and refuses to talk to her Discuss this issue now.

Bao'er sat down in front of the dressing table according to Chu Yunyao, picked up the comb and combed her hair: "I'll help you comb your hair, miss, and I'll go find what you want, miss.

The guards have already gone to inquire about Master Yichen's whereabouts, and the message has been delivered for you. If there is no accident, Master Yichen may come over after noon. If something delays, it may be one to two hours late. "

Bao'er was ingenious, as soon as she finished speaking, her hair was tied up.

Chu Yunyao picked up the hairpin on the dressing table and inserted it, and took a look in the mirror, "Is there anything unusual about Wuying?"

"Same as yesterday, I can't use my strength." Bao'er said: "The young master wanted to come over to find you, but when he heard that you were busy, he went to the backyard to practice martial arts with Wuying."

Chu Yunyao tidied up her clothes, and walked out: "I'm going to find Xiu'er, you can get me a set of men's clothes, and when Feng Yichen comes, I can change into them and go to Feng's house with him."

Chu Yunyao strode to the backyard, and saw Wuying's Jiaoxiu'er fisting from a distance.

It took almost a stick of incense to step on the horse, and the little guy was already sweating on his forehead, so he just didn't move, and he didn't cry out that he was tired.

On the contrary, Chu Yunyao felt distressed, took out a handkerchief and walked over to wipe his sweat: "The sun is getting brighter, let's rest for a while, go to a cool place to rest."

Xiu'er's eyes were firm, but he still didn't move, and said in a waxy voice: "Uncle Wuying said that any boxing technique needs to be solid in basic skills and stable in the lower body, and it takes two sticks of incense to stand."

Chu Yunyao: "..."

Chu Yunyao looked at Wuying, and signaled Wuying with her eyes to let Xiu'er rest.

Wuying directly ignored the deep meaning in Chu Yunyao's eyes, and said bluntly: "Young Madam, I see that the young master has a good frame, good balance, soft bones, and a solid foundation. If you practice hard, you will definitely be able to move when you grow up." Not under a humble position.

Loving mothers often fail children, practicing martial arts is not a one-day achievement, it requires perseverance.

The so-called freezing three feet is not a day's cold. Although I know that the young lady loves the young master, I also cherish my talents. Since the young master is willing to worship under the name of the humble, I can only do my best. Please don't Participate in humble training. "

Xiu'er said: "Mother, don't wipe my sweat. What Uncle Wuying said is right. You go to the small pavilion over there to sit. When Xiu'er finishes practicing, I will go to the pavilion to find you."

Chu Yunyao: "..."

This kid, Xiu'er, even worshiped Wuying as his master.

Hearing what the two said, Chu Yunyao felt ashamed.

These days, in order to make up for the regret that Xiu'er was not around, she tried her best to win Xiu'er's favor in front of Xiu'er, and almost forgot that Xiu'er was a very sensible child who was precocious and taught by Mo Lingwei...

Doting is like great evil, and great love is like ruthless.

Chu Yunyao walked into the pavilion as she said, and looked at her son who had returned to her side with a smile on her face, her brows and eyes were as soft as spring water melting ice...