Madam, don't do this!

Chapter 50 Take Off Your Clothes

In the rain, Luo Tianyi holds an umbrella.

This was originally Gu Banxia's job.

The gravel road is fine on normal days, but once it rains heavily it turns into a muddy paste, and when a group of people walk on it, splashes of water are made.

The craftsmanship of the oil-paper umbrella is also quite ordinary. The misty water vapor hits in front of the face through the paper umbrella, and the hair on the temples of my sister-in-law becomes wet and sticks to her face.

However, the heavy rain was not without its benefits. At least the bloody smell on my sister-in-law's body was dispelled a lot. As they walked along, no one spoke. Luo Tianyi would occasionally raise her head and secretly glance at Song Yan on the other side of the oil-paper umbrella. Her expression was a little difficult to describe, and it was unknown what she was thinking.

"Thank you for just now. If it weren't for you, I might have been killed by Yang Hua." Song Yan smiled and said, "I've heard that you like to wield swords and guns and that you are quite powerful. Today I have really opened my eyes. As your brother-in-law, I have to be protected by my sister-in-law. It's embarrassing."

Luo Tianyi breathed a sigh of relief, a smile breaking through her previously tense face. She was relieved that she wasn't being treated as a murderous witch. This was good. She hadn't cared about it before, and when had she started caring about these things?

Can't remember clearly.

"Do you know why I broke Song Zhen's arm and leg this time?"

The sound was intermittent in the rain.

Maybe, I still want to talk about it.

"Why?" Luo Tianyi was a good listener, and the way he tilted his head was a little cute.

"When I was very young, about five or six years old, Song Zhen and a few servants were playing football in the yard... uh, Cuju. Then, they accidentally kicked the Cuju into a tree."

"There was a guard with good Qinggong skills, but Song Zhen insisted that I climb up and take down the Cuju. Otherwise, my mother and I would have nothing to eat. I had no choice but to climb up. After finally getting up, Song Zhen and several servants were shaking the tree trunk vigorously from below."

Song Yan paused slightly and said, "Then I fell down, breaking an arm and a leg. Song Zhen and a few servants surrounded me and laughed. It was my mother who rushed out regardless of everything and snatched me back."

His tone was very flat, as if he was just talking about something that had nothing to do with him, but Luo Tianyi was silent. A picture emerged in her mind: a five or six-year-old child lying there looking at a group of adults surrounding him in horror. Perhaps, at that time, he did not understand why these adults were laughing so happily.

Perhaps, compared to physical pain, mental helplessness is more despairing.

Luo Tianyi couldn't help but move her body slowly towards Song Yan. She handed the oil-paper umbrella to her other hand, and her free hand seemed to want to catch something. After hesitating for a long time, she finally let it go.

"Brother-in-law, are you feeling better now?"

"I feel much better now." Song Yan smiled. "When I was little, I envied those powerful guards. They probably thought that if they became martial arts masters, they would have enough to protect themselves and their mother."

"I once swore in my heart that one day when I have enough strength, I will kill Song Zhen and all those who have bullied me... You should be able to see that I am practicing martial arts, right?" Song Yan changed the subject.

He knew that he could not hide the fact that he possessed internal strength from those in the Luo Mansion.

Luo Tianyi nodded.

"I have been practicing for quite a long time, almost a month, I want to know how to become a first-class warrior!" Song Yan looked at Luo Tianyi. Although his internal strength has been increasing day by day in recent days, Song Yan knows that he is not yet a first-class warrior.

It's hard to describe the feeling, it's like something is missing.

Luo Tianyi smiled softly. Her sister-in-law was usually cold, but she actually looked pretty when she smiled.

"It's not easy to become a first-grade warrior. Normally, if you can reach the first grade after practicing for a year, you are considered very talented."

"Then how long did it take you to reach the first level?" Song Yan was a little curious.

Luo Tianyi thought about it and stretched out three fingers.

"Three months?"

From this perspective, he was indeed a little anxious.

"Uh, three days."

"(ΩДΩ)?"

Feeling that her answer was a bit too discouraging, Luo Tianyi blushed slightly. "Well, actually, Yu Shuang said that breaking through too quickly isn't necessarily a good thing. It can easily make your foundation unstable. For someone like me, my foundation is particularly unstable, so it will become increasingly difficult to break through in the future."

Song Yan blinked: "So, what realm is my sister-in-law in now?"

"Ninth-grade Great Perfection?"

It’s confirmed that my sister-in-law is in Versailles.

At the age of eighteen, barely nineteen, he'd already reached the Ninth Rank Great Perfection, a half-step Grandmaster. Is this an unstable foundation? Is this a growing challenge? Luo Tianyi's face flushed even more, feeling the more he spoke, the more wrong he was. He hurriedly changed the subject, "Actually, judging by his internal strength alone, my brother-in-law's realm has long surpassed that of a first-rank warrior."

"But my brother-in-law has gone astray in his cultivation."

"A warrior's training of the physical body and the cultivation of internal strength complement each other; neither is indispensable. If one only cultivates internal strength without refining the physical body, even if one has unprecedented internal strength, it will be useless. A single arrow could kill one, and one's body might even collapse before it can withstand the ever-expanding internal strength."

"Starting tomorrow, I will help my brother-in-law temper his body. Once his body is strong enough, he will be able to break through to the first-grade warrior realm."

Song Yan understood that the Hundred Flowers Treasure Mirror should only be a method to cultivate internal strength, and he needed to find another way to temper his body.

After chatting, they returned to Luo Mansion.

The heavy rain was still pouring down, and occasionally a carriage passed by, splashing water everywhere.

The whole world was shrouded in gloomy darkness. Only when we reached the vicinity of Luo Mansion could we see a few lanterns on the gate tower still stubbornly emitting light. Although hazy in the gloomy rainy night, it gave people a warm feeling.

A figure was sitting on the doorstep, waiting quietly. Even though water splashed outside the gatehouse, he showed no intention of dodging.

When he got closer, he realized that the figure was Luo Yuheng.

It seemed like it had been waiting here for a long time. Although it supported its chin with one little hand, its little head was still nodding.

It was not until she heard footsteps that Luo Yuheng woke up from her drowsiness. She did not ask Song Yan and Luo Tianyi why they came back so late, as if she did not even notice the bloodstains on their bodies. There was only a faint smile on her pretty face.

She stood on tiptoe and patted Song Yan's wet hair: "You're back."

"It'll be good to come back, it'll be good to come back."

"It's late, go back to bed early."

"I'm so sleepy, not as sleepy as you young people."

As he spoke, Luo Yuheng yawned, waved his hand, picked up the oil-paper umbrella next to the doorpost, and walked towards the inner courtyard.

Watching Luo Yuheng's figure being submerged in the rain, Song Yan's nose twitched and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. It was actually quite nice to have someone waiting for him to go home.

It has been a long time since I have experienced such a feeling.

Kong Chan and several maids had already prepared hot water. After washing off the stains on their bodies, they lay down on the bed and fell into a deep sleep.

There were no bed-warming maids and no inexplicable night raids.

Song Yan slept very soundly that night.

At night, he had a dream, a dream that had recurred since his mother's death.

In his dream, he still lived in that small courtyard. He was just a teenager. His mother, like usual, held him in her arms, basking in the warm sun and the gentle breeze, pushing him on the small swing that squeaked and swayed.

But this time, the mother's expression was no longer as sad as before.

early morning.

Song Yan opened his eyes. The rainstorm had disappeared and the soft sunlight was gradually dispelling the wet mist.

He subconsciously stretched out his hand, as if wanting to grab something, but there was nothing in front of him.

call!
After letting out a breath, Song Yan composed himself and tidied his clothes. The bronze mirror reflected a pair of slightly red and swollen eyes, as well as white marks on his face, which seemed to be salt stains.

Shaking his head, suppressing the weakness deep in his heart, and finishing his wash, Song Yan had returned to normal. When he pushed open the door and walked out, there was already another person in the yard. It was not Gu Banxia, ​​but his sister-in-law.

But today my sister-in-law seemed to be dressed a little strangely. She was no longer wearing the flowing white dress as usual, but was dressed like a peasant girl, wearing a linen dress.

She seemed a little tired, with beads of sweat on her smooth forehead.

There is a big vat right behind my sister-in-law, and I don’t know what it is used for.

Hearing the sound of the door being pushed open, the sister-in-law stopped what she was doing, glanced at Song Yan, and said:
"woke up?"

"That's great, take off your clothes."

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