Princess Yongping never expected that Feng Cheng would bring her such a surprise.

She admitted that she could not help but look for the shadow of her daughter in this girl.

At the same age as his daughter, she was also born in autumn, and she also encountered a kidnapper. From finding her daughter to finding out the real murderer who killed her daughter, she is inseparable from the girl's contribution.

This must be a deep bond, even God's will.

God probably couldn't bear the arrangements made by Ling'er's tragic death.

Just now, she couldn't help thinking: If Ling'er could grow up, that's it?

Ling'er is lively, likes to play hide and seek, and likes to Cuju.

At that time, she often brought Ling'er to Cuju together.

She opened her mouth and imagined that she would still be with her daughter.

It turns out that there are so many differences.

This discovery not only did not disappoint her, but instead made her hear the long-lost excitement of her heartbeat.

Feng Cheng is Feng Cheng, and Ling'er is Ling'er.

They had divine similarities that made her greedy, but they were two people after all.

For her, Ling'er is a treasure, Feng Cheng...is hope.

If one day a foreign race attacks, the hope of defending the mountains and rivers of the people can replace her, and the hope of avenging her daughter.

"Your Highness."

In a trance, a sweet voice came into my ears.

Princess Yongping came back to her senses and looked at the girl who was just like the first blooming of spring flowers, and hesitated again.

This child is a big girl from the Minister of Rites, a beautiful girl with no fingers touching the spring water. She really wants to take her to that road. One day will she get her tiny hands stained with blood?

Feng Cheng saw Princess Yongping's hesitation and thoughts slightly.

Why did the eldest princess suddenly want to see how high she can jump?

She was blessed to her heart and blurted out: "Did your highness discover that his daughter is a martial arts genius with a clear and savvy root?"

When she was a child, she often heard Uncle San boast about this, but later she was beaten by her grandfather with the soles of her shoes, so Uncle San didn't dare to talk about it.

Princess Yongping suddenly escaped from the entangled and sad mood, and looked at the soft and harmless girl and couldn't laugh or cry.

The child said everything, what else could she say?

"Feng Cheng——"

Feng Cheng noticed the change in the other party's name and waited quietly for her to speak.

"Do you want to practice martial arts with me?" Princess Yongping changed her mind when she said this.

She couldn't put such a burden on such a child from the beginning, but it's not a bad thing for this child to have such talent to learn some martial arts.

Feng Cheng nodded quickly: "I do!"

Looking at the girl's bright eyes, Princess Yongping couldn't help but remind: "It's very hard to practice martial arts."

It’s not as easy and fun as climbing trees to catch cicadas.

"I'm not afraid of hard work." Feng Cheng's pale face became rosy because of excitement. "I want to practice martial arts."

She has experienced the fear of being chased and jumped off the cliff while escaping and the pain of dying under the sword of Qi Jun. For her, who has died twice, it is better to know the skills of fist and foot than her piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, and poetry and embroidery.

She has seen it with her own eyes that life is worse than that of a dog in troubled times.

Princess Yongping was a little puzzled: "Is he so interested in practicing martial arts?"

Feng Cheng said seriously: "What the minister is interested in is not the martial arts practice itself, but the one who can protect the people they want to protect when needed."

Protect the people you want to protect?

This answer made Princess Yongping’s eyes sluggish, and she felt that there was nothing wrong with teaching the girl in front of her to practice martial arts.

"Then you will come here every day from tomorrow to prepare a set of clothes that are convenient for martial arts practice."

"Thank you, Your Highness." Feng Cheng responded happily.

Princess Yongping laughed: "Silly girl, you shouldn't call me Your Highness now."

Feng Cheng looked at Princess Yongping with a smile on the corner of her lips and tentatively said, "Master?"

Princess Yongping nodded with satisfaction and suddenly thought of something: "Actually, you have a senior brother."

"Senior Brother?" Feng Cheng became curious.

Princess Yongping sighed: "It's all old things, so it's better not to mention them."

"Is it inconvenient for people to know about the existence of senior brother?" Feng Cheng became more and more curious.

Princess Yongping hesitated for a moment and told Feng Cheng: "It is Duke Cheng's eldest grandson, Lu Xuan."

Feng Cheng opened his mouth and sighed: What kind of fate is she and Lu Xuan!

Looking at the girl's stunned look, Princess Yongping smiled: "Are you very surprised?"

Feng Cheng nodded slowly.

She has been with Lu Xuan for so long, but she has never heard him mention it.

No wonder when he heard that Princess Yongping passed away, Lu Xuan sat at Mingyueku all night, and then held her beside her for the whole night.

At that time, she thought she was going to be bald and protested.

"Like you, Lu Xuan is a talented and beautiful jade born to be suitable for martial arts. However, I have only taught him for a few years and have never been matched with his master and apprentice."

"So that's it." Feng Cheng thought for a while and asked, "Will I still call you Your Highness in front of outsiders?"

Princess Yongping was silent for a moment and said, "Let me call me Your Highness for the time being."

In the eyes of many people, she is not as simple as accepting a disciple.

The famous Red Tassel Army has not had a new master for too long.

The wind blows the leaves and the bamboo shadows sway.

Princess Yongping and Feng Cheng walked through the bamboo forest and towards the pavilion.

"Come here earlier tomorrow. If you think I'm so harsh, that won't work." Princess Yongping said lightly after pouring a cup of tea and handing it to Feng Cheng.

Feng Cheng drank tea and nodded obediently.

After leaving Feng Cheng for a while, Princess Yongping ordered Cui Gu to send the person to the carriage.

Cuigu stood by the car window and told: "Tomorrow, Miss Feng will come here after breakfast."

Watching the carriage go away, Cuigu goes back to report his life.

Princess Yongping stood up and said, "Accompany me to the martial arts venue. If you don't hold the knife for a long time, you won't be able to teach people tomorrow."

Cui Gu walked beside Princess Yongping and couldn't help but say, "Your Highness, do you really want Miss Feng to take your mantle?"

Princess Yongping glanced at Cui Gu and said lightly: "Don't think so far."

Feng Cheng returned to Wanqiu's residence and had just taken a nap when he suddenly heard a scream.

She suddenly opened her eyes.

It's white dew!

"What's wrong?" she shouted.

"Aunt, girl--" Bai Lu's voice came, and she felt helpless.

Feng Cheng got up and stayed at the bed, walked outside to see what was going on.

"What happened?"

Bai Lu pointed to the cat not far away: "Girl, look, what is on Lai Fu's paw?"

Feng Cheng looked at Lai Fu after hearing this.

The cat lying not far away pressed the bird struggling with one paw, while the other paw was slapped at the unlucky bird.

Seeing Feng Cheng looking over, Lai Fu looked at her calmly and continued to play with the new toys.

Feng Cheng slowly looked at the pitiful bird under the claws of Lai Fu, and his face changed immediately: It was a pigeon!

"Laifu, loosen your claws!"

Feng Cheng walked over with a calm face.

Lai Fu looked at her lazyly and raised his paws with great relief.

The poor pigeon stood up with difficulty, collapsed to the ground, trembling with its wings and dying.

Feng Cheng: "..."
Chapter completed!