Ninety-Two: Your Husband Is Sick, Remember to Take Medicine (2)

Because it’s just started, the training items are very basic, physical training in the morning, 10,000-meter long-distance running three times a day, and practice spears and spears cut from wooden sticks in the afternoon. , click, dial and other basic actions.

She knows cold weapons such as spears and spears, and she has the blessing of going to ancient museums in her previous life, and the history of weapon evolution in military schools also briefly tells the history of war weapons in five major periods: ancient times, modern times, ancient times, modern times, and modern times. Evolutionary development process.

After getting the spear and gun that the carpentry workshop rushed to make, Xu Ke weighed it up, and stabbed forward suddenly, unexpectedly there was a bit of momentum.

"I can't tell, she looks as weak as a chicken on weekdays, but she still has some poise when she plays with a gun."

Xu Ke: "..."

Chicken... Cubs?

Hehehe, so this is how Mr. Lang treats him?

Yanyan put away the wooden gun, Xu Ke looked hopeless, "I made you laugh."

Jiang Pengji smiled without saying a word, raised her hand to tap another wooden gun, and saw that thing seemed to be poured with great strength, it bounced up suddenly, and jumped into Jiang Pengji's palm as if it had taken the initiative, she said with a smile, " Do you want to loosen your muscles?"

Xu Ke was stunned for a moment, but before he could understand, a wooden spear was coming at him, he subconsciously blocked it with the body of the gun, but found that Jiang Pengji didn't use much strength, it seemed that he was just playing around, not serious. Thinking this way, Xu Ke felt more confident.

"In that case, sir, please come!"

The audience watching the live broadcast found that the young Xu Ke was able to dance the wooden spear vigorously, and every move was simple and neat, which greatly subverted their deep impression of the weak Chinese scholar in their minds. That skill, that posture, where does it look like a weak chicken?

In fact, the six arts of a gentleman include rites, music, archery, imperialism, calligraphy, and mathematics. Many scholars can write poems with a pen, use guns and arrows on a horse, and have some boxing skills, although most of them are just ostentatious. Middle use.

However, whether he is putting on airs or not, it doesn't make much difference to Jiang Pengji, they are all war scum.

The fierce battle lasted until Xu Ke's footsteps were sloppy, his eyes were dizzy, his arms were swollen, his palms were worn bloody by the rough wooden gun, and his whole body was sweating profusely. It's dry and crisp.

"Young people still need to exercise. Their arms are as soft as noodles. This is not acceptable."

She smiled and thrust the wooden gun straight into the ground,

It's like cutting tofu with a knife and sinking into a small half of the gun body.

"It's Ke who is not talented, but the gentleman is brave."

Xu Ke cupped his hands and smiled wryly. He was better at mental work. This kind of activity of wielding knives and guns almost twisted his waist.

As for Jiang Pengji's two jokes, he had the right to listen to them, but he didn't listen to him.

"You still need to exercise a lot at a young age. I'm delicate and weak and have many problems. I can't take it easy. If you follow me, you really have to practice hard, otherwise, I'm afraid you will be tired." Jiang Pengji smiled. Encouraging him, "Wen Neng picks up a pen to secure the world, and Wu Ke mounts a horse to determine the world. Thinking about it, I feel passionate. If Xiaoyu is willing, he can practice with these people."

She could tell that Xu Ke did have some skills, what a pity it was wasted?

"Ke used to be young and ignorant. He was a knight-errant for a while. Later, he met a mentor by chance and was educated. Then he became obsessed with sage books."

Every man has a dream of being a peerless hero in his heart, hoeing the strong and supporting the weak, robbing the rich and helping the poor, and Xu Ke is no exception. After a period of time in the second year, but in the end he obediently put down the sword, picked up the pen and studied quietly, and be a man who let him A well-behaved son who is at ease with his mother.

It's a pity that God's will tricks people, his mother died early in vain before enjoying her son's filial piety for a few years.

Jiang Pengji tilted her head, and complained, "You were young and ignorant before? You speak as if you are mature and stable now..."

Xu Ke: "..."

On the other side, a friend who watched the live broadcast gave Xu Ke an expression and heartfelt voice.

[Auntie eating in the cafeteria]: Xu Ke's young os——Mr.

Jiang Pengji glanced at it, then smiled and told Xu Ke.

"Did you just think that if I continue to tease you like this, you are going to have trouble with me?"

Xu Ke's face turned red suddenly, and he said a little embarrassedly: "...Don't joke, my lord..."

Jiang Pengji said to him seriously, "Actually, it's okay for you to make trouble, I can tolerate it, a little temper is cuter."

In her eyes, Xu Ke is just a young man who plays with his temper. It's okay for her to be a bit willful occasionally within the limit of her tolerance.

Xu Ke remained silent.

In front of me, Lang Jun, who is five or six years younger than me, is playing around rudely. As a book boy, how should he deal with it?

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Facts have proved that rabbits will bite people when they are anxious, and Xu Ke will choke people when they are anxious.

"Lang Jun, I'd better save your sweet words for the girls in Langlang Lane."

After finishing speaking, Xu Ke bowed his hands and left, shaking his sleeves. He couldn't vent his suffocated anger on Jiang Pengji, but it was okay to torment those servants. The more he got to know him, the more he felt that the image of the noble son in his mind was collapsing in various ways.

Of course, it won't be long before he finds out that it wasn't the noble son of the aristocratic family who collapsed, but just the eccentric gentleman of his family.

"Tsk tsk, when it comes to appearance, the girls in Langlang Lane may not be as filial and elegant as their filial piety."

Jiang Pengji murmured in a low voice, making sure that Xu Ke, who was in front of him with his sleeves swung, could hear her.

Then, Jiang Pengji saw that the opponent's foot staggered and stepped into the air, so she just rolled down the field ridge.

The viewers in the live broadcast room felt distressed seeing the young Xu Ke being so involuntarily molested.

[Auntie eating in the cafeteria]: The anchor, you are too dark-hearted, even bullying such a cute and good boy as Xu Juan, I just can't bear to watch it. So cute, so beautiful, how could you be so cruel? Just now I really wanted to rush out of the screen and hug him qwq

[Overbearing President]: I've never seen such a vicious anchor, look, you're scaring people

[This grass is poisonous]: The ancients were very serious. If the anchor does this, people may feel resentful. Be careful that he is blackened.

[Xiyan]: Hahaha, I look forward to the blackened look of Xu Juvenile, when the time comes, I will fall in love with the Wu and Liang anchors and kill each other

Jiang Pengji ignored the barrage of ridicule all over the screen, walked to the ridge of the field, knelt down and carried Xu Ke, who was lying on the ground gasping for air, on his back, the other was stunned by her actions again, his whole body was visibly stiff and his muscles tensed .

"Walk so carelessly. Fortunately, the height of the field ridge is low, and it has been carefully cleared by the tenants. There are no big rocks. Otherwise, if you stepped on the ground just now, you might have to break a leg and disfigure your face." Jiang Pengji With people on his back, his steps are very light and vigorous.

Xu Ke managed to recover from the fright, he didn't know where to put his hands, and his face was embarrassing.

Hearing Jiang Pengji's "the villain sues first", Xu Ke felt a sense of powerlessness in his heart.

Xu Ke almost gritted his teeth and said, "If Mr. Lang hadn't made fun of him, how could Ke lose his composure?" (To be continued.) (83中文网)