Report to the Marquis! The Madam went to the military camp to flirt with men again

Lin Zhuwei deliberately pinched her throat and imitated Qian Yuechu's shrill voice and shouted, "Fu Lang, I'm so scared. I'm bleeding. Will I die?"

Fu Junyan froze up and looked at her coldly: "You hurt your hand, not your brain. Shake your brain well before talking to me."

Well, you dead man, you have such a vicious tongue.

Lin Zhuwei spat in her heart, leaned closer, and said expectantly, "I saved your sweetheart's life, right?"

Fu Junyan pursed his lips and looked at her, which was considered as his agreement.

"Then let me make a request. It's not too much, right?" Lin Zhuwei laughed, with a gleam in his eyes.

"explain."

Hey, as expected! When it comes to Qian Yuechu, this dead man is easy to talk to.

"All I ask is that you promise me one thing. As for what it is, I'll tell you when I think of it."

Fu Junyan snorted coldly and suddenly called out, "Wu Er, change your route and go back home."

Lin Zhuwei was slightly surprised and asked quickly: "Aren't we going to see a doctor?"

Fu Junyan sneered: "If your brain is sick, it's useless even if you heal your hands."

Dead man!

Lin Zhuwei cursed inwardly and quickly explained: "I promise that what I ask you to do will not violate the law, will not violate morality, will not harm the interests of the Fu family, and will not harm your personal interests. Is that okay?"

Wu Er drove the carriage and asked, "Master, are we going back to the mansion?"

"No, no, no." Lin Zhuwei quickly answered for him.

Fu Junyan closed his eyes and rested, and did not say anything to stop her, which was considered as his tacit agreement to her request.

Fu Junyan came to the west courtyard with a plaster to stop bleeding and remove freckles. At the entrance, he saw Lin Zhuwei sitting on a stone pier to rest in an ungraceful manner, with a sign recording scores next to her.

A Bu stood nearby and shouted excitedly: "Xiao Nian, hit it to the left!"

"Oh, Aju, you can't even catch such a good ball!"

Fu Junyan looked to the left and saw a fishing net as tall as a person's head stretched between two trees in the yard. There were red frames of equal size drawn on the front and back of the net.

Xiaonian and Aju were standing on each side of the fishing net, holding paddles in their hands, hitting a bunch of "chicken feathers" flying in the air?

Amid Abu's regretful cry, the "chicken feather" was knocked off balance by Xiaonian and fell directly in front of Fu Junyan.

"Master!" Abu was quite surprised to see Fu Junyan. The master had not been to the West Courtyard for more than a year.

When Lin Zhuwei heard the call, she looked over and didn't stand up. She just nodded towards Fu Junyan as a greeting.

His attitude was as casual as if a cat or dog came into the yard.

Fu Junyan frowned. He didn't like being treated so casually, so he wanted to turn around and leave.

But he saw that Wu Er had already picked up the ball of "chicken feathers" and handed it to him.

He took a closer look and found that the "chicken feathers" were actually carefully selected "animal hairs", which were now firmly and regularly arranged on a ball of animal skin.

A Bu saw his confusion and explained, "Master, this is badminton."

She handed the racket in her hand to Fu Junyan: "Master, this is a badminton racket."

I saw that the entire racket was carved out of wood. The upper part was a circle, and there were also thin elastic ropes in the middle to form a grid shape, while the lower part was a wooden handle.

A Bu smiled and said, "Madam Young said that we just need to use this racket to hit the badminton to the other side of the fishing net. If the other side can't catch it, the person who hits the ball wins a point."

Fu Junyan raised his eyebrows in disdain.

Is something this boring and simple worthy of being used in a competition?

Lin Zhuwei seemed to see his disdain, so she stood up, raised her eyebrows, and said nonchalantly, "Master Fu, do you dare to play a game?"

Fu Junyan, who had no interest in her, was instead intrigued. He snorted, "How difficult is this? It's just a trivial trick."

"Then let's give it a try?" Lin Zhuwei said with a smile, and then briefly explained the rules of the game.

In the first few games, Lin Zhuwei played very calmly, which gradually aroused Fu Junyan's interest.

Although his hand gestures were obviously wrong and his serves always hit the net, making his play quite awkward, he did not seem to be at a disadvantage because of Lin Zhuwei's "letting him go".

Fu Junyan sneered smugly in his heart. It was just a ball, and it was so easy to play with it.

Lin Zhuwei curled her lips and smiled, then started the killing game without any preparation.

Every ball she hit was fierce and violent, with tricky and harsh angles.

Lin Zhuwei sneered in her heart, her title of president of the university badminton association was not just for show.

Fu Junyan began to feel powerless and had no ability to fight back at all.

Although it seems like a simple sport, it actually requires a high level of body coordination and flexibility, and even requires one to keep one's eyes and ears open. The small ball flew towards him like an arrow, and before he could react, the ball fell to the ground.

It's even harder than hunting.

He was so angry that he wanted to throw down the racket and leave, but that would seem too ungraceful and petty.

Lin Zhuwei saw his embarrassment and put away the racket. He smiled and said, "Young Master Fu is very agile. In time, he will definitely be a badminton expert."

Fu Junyan sneered. Did she think that he was too stupid to hear the sarcasm in her tone?

Lin Zhuwei was in a good mood as she had rarely gotten a "good deal" from Fu Junyan.

He walked up to me and said, "Master Fu, if you hold and swing the racket like me, it will definitely be better."

Lin Zhuwei showed off the racket and looked at Fu Junyan expectantly.

Fu Junyan was feeling embarrassed after losing to Lin Zhuwei, so he just stood there with a cold face.

This damn man, is face that important?

Lin Zhuwei sighed, and walked straight to his side. She grabbed his right hand without any warning, and taught him the correct posture to cover the handle of the badminton racket.

Fu Junyan's body stiffened and he struggled slightly, but he couldn't get free.

He could still vividly remember how she had touched him all over before, and he really didn't like her touch.

Fu Junyan frowned and looked down at her, and found that she didn't seem to be thinking about him, and was really just concentrating on playing badminton.

Lin Zhuwei naturally didn't know what he was thinking, and continued to demonstrate calmly while saying, "The most taboo in playing badminton is to use brute force. The upper arm should lead the lower arm to rotate, and the wrist should not be pressed directly, otherwise it will definitely get hurt. When serving with a forehand, the ball should be level with the chest. Like this."

Lin Zhuwei stuffed the badminton into Fu Junyan's left hand. Seeing that he was stiff and unmoved, she simply pulled up his left hand and made a serving motion.

Wu Er and A Bu's eyes widened in shock.

To outsiders, the posture of the young master and the young lady was too ambiguous! At first glance, it looked like the young master was hugging the young lady from behind, and the two were in love.

The atmosphere was ambiguous and somewhat embarrassing.

Wu Er and A Bu and others watched this scene, looking left and right, pretending to be busy, but they did not dare to look at their own young master and mistress.

Fu Junyan frowned and looked down at Lin Zhuwei in front of him. A strange feeling rose in his heart.

She was sweating from the exercise and her cheeks were slightly red, as if she had put on red makeup.

Only then did he realize that her skin without makeup was actually excellent, rosy, delicate and flawless.

She used to love to put on makeup, and her face was always made to look like a "ghost". Coupled with her obesity and bloating, she was inevitably disgusting.

At this time, her cheeks were still round but quite plump, and her figure was not curvy but no longer bloated.

She was actually not as short as people said she was. When she stood up, she was as tall as his shoulders.

Fu Junyan looked at her soft hand covering his hand. Unlike the rosy skin on her face, it was a healthy and firm bronze color.

He was stunned for a moment. Feeling the smooth touch of her palm, he was dazed for a moment.

She was still saying something, but he didn't hear her. He was just attracted by the faint fragrance on her body.

But there is also a faint smell of medicine in this fragrance.

Fu Junyan frowned and looked down her arm. The plain sleeve was bleeding. Perhaps she had played too hard and torn the wound.

"You..." Before Fu Junyan could remind him.

A tearful voice came from the door: "Fu Lang!"