“Not taught.”

Feng Wuxin shook his head and simply rejected Yan Yunli's request.

"Why, I just pay you money, as long as you teach me martial arts."

Yan Yunli, who was rejected by Feng Wuxin, was not willing to accept it. He would never regret it if he had accused of it.

"Teaching you medical skills has already reached my ability. I will never teach martial arts. Prince, please give up this heart."

Feng Wuxin didn't want to continue discussing this topic with Yan Yunli, so she got up and left, and came to the women's class students to guide them in the wrong place.

The long day was over, and Feng Wuxin sent the students in the women's class one by one to the carriage and prepared to leave.

"Feng Wuxin, teach me martial arts."

Feng Wuxin, who was about to get on the horse, suddenly heard a sound behind her back, and she almost slipped under her feet and fell to eat shit. She turned around and looked at the person behind her with a gloomy face. The expression on her face was so smelly.

"Criminal Master, can you stop being elusive?"

During the day, whenever Feng Wuxin rests, Yan Yunli will seize the opportunity to appear next to her, and then say, Feng Wuxin, you call me Wugong.

During the whole day, she would be awakened even if she took a nap.

Now this dead child has blocked his way again, are you upset?

"As long as you promise to teach me martial arts and be my master, I will naturally not bother you." "Master, your entanglement is useless to me, save money! If you really want to learn martial arts, I will find you a few martial arts secrets tomorrow, what is the Great Movement of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms? I will find out how much does it take for you to move the Great Movement of the Universe, so can you let me go, so can you please, Prince, please let me go

I have already gotten off work after leaving a way!"

She is now hungry and her chest is pressed against her back, and there is still a mouth at home waiting for her to eat.

"Don't be a three-year-old child. This prince has recognized you as a master."

"Don't, you are my master, no, you are my ancestor, I'm hungry! Ancestor, can you stop making trouble?"

Feng Wuxin has been persuaded, but he can't understand what he does to both soft and hard.

"Sure, then I'll ask you."

On the back of the horse, Feng Wuxin asked Yan Yunli a question, what is martial arts skills?

"Martial arts are naturally a weapon to protect the people around you. With martial arts, you can keep the people you want to protect from bullying."

This is also the reason why Yan Yunli wanted to learn martial arts with Feng Wuxin and recognize Feng Wuxin as his master after seeing the scene of spring hunting.

But Yan Yunli's answer made Feng Wuxin laugh.

Children are children after all!

"why are you laughing."

"I'm just laughing at Prince Yan, who is a good boy. I'll go back first. When will you figure out the problem of separation before coming to me."

Putting down an ambiguous sentence, Feng Wuxin rode away from Gaotian Academy, leaving Yan Yunli alone standing quietly, looking at the back that gradually disappeared from sight.

"I will definitely let you be the master of this prince, sure!"

The expression in his eyes was extremely firm. He was confident that Feng Wuxin would definitely be his master.

It was already half an hour later when I rode a horse back to Qiansui Mansion. Feng Wuxin was hungry because her chest was pressed against her back.

And she also developed Mo Yi's habit of eating only her cooking.

In the kitchen where I was in the garden, Feng Wuxin was busy in the kitchen. Mo Yi, who was standing outside the door, wanted to enter the kitchen to help his little wife, but he was stopped by that cold look.

"Those who offended my kitchen have heads but no legs."

A silver light flashed, and finally, Mo Yi took back his foot, which made Feng Wuxin withdraw the kitchen knife in his hand and continue to be busy with dinner.

She clearly remembered the last time she had a child. Since the end of the year, no one was allowed to step into the kitchen, otherwise there would be no mercy.

Finally, dinner was ready.

Feng Wuxin, who had been hungry for a long time, picked up the chopsticks and stuffed them into Feng Wuxin's bowl.

"My wife eats slowly, it is bad for the stomach."

"I've starved to death. Daddy, don't know how bearable those naughty kids are. Yan Yunli even pestered me to be his master all day long."

She ate and complained, but she was asking for trouble, but she was asking for nothing, so she chose to teach at Gaotian Academy.

But no matter how you say it, Feng Wuxin hid the private money matter well.

She has lost two huge sums of money, so she must hide it more secretly this time.

"If the lady feels tired, she will take a break for a while. There will naturally be a new teacher in the Women's School."

"No, I finally got along with those children. Besides, you must have a beginning and an end in life. I will talk about it when I teach them some medical knowledge."

Although Feng Wuxin taught them some medical knowledge, he wanted to train everyone in the women's class to become a miracle doctor.

After a home-cooked dinner, Feng Wuxin and Mo Yi were eating and chatting while driving. At this time, Yan Ming walked in from outside the door and saluted Mo Yi and Feng Wuxin.

"Madam Qiansui, the guards of Dali Temple are asking for a visit."

"Dali Temple Guard?"

What did the Dali Temple guards look for her?

"Call him in."

A moment later, the guards of Dali Temple entered the room and knelt on one knee on the ground to salute Mo Yi and Feng Wuxin.

"Li Ming, the guard of Dali Temple, met Mr. Qiansui, and, on the order of Lord Yuan, conveyed the matter of Feng Yuan's head of the Feng family asking for a meeting with Mr. Qiansui."

Listening to the guard's retelling, Feng Wuxin's face was full of confusion when he gnawed the big stick.

What's wrong with Feng Yuan looking for her?

Although he was puzzled, Feng Wuxin still followed the guards to Dali Temple after dinner.

The Dali Temple Minister Yuan Zhe still had his eyes in his clothes, and everyone looked the same.

"Yeah, isn't this Mr. Yuan? He's in good spirits."

Feng Wuxin greeted him like an old acquaintance, but was slapped to death by Yuan Zhe on the beach with a fish eye. His expression seemed to be talking to Feng Wuxin, and they were not familiar with each other.

"cut!"

Snoring coldly, Feng Wuxin, who was neglected, was following the guards to the Dali Temple prison with a cold face.

In just a few months, Feng Wuxin went back and forth in the Dali Temple prison three times. The serious criminals imprisoned in the prison were used to Feng Wuxin's appearance and did not show any surprise.

The cell where Mr. Zhang was originally imprisoned with Feng Yuan now. It is probably no different from the Feng family head who had been glorious before. At this time, Feng Yuan was no different from the old man Feng Nian Canzhu who had experienced vicissitudes. Sitting in the cell, Feng Yuan's back was so old and depressing that it was hard to remind people that he was the head of the Feng Feng family a few days ago, but in a blink of an eye, he became a prisoner.
Chapter completed!