Fall in love even with low EQ [Quick Transmigration]

"Pricking, chopping, hanging, wiping, picking and cutting, turning around and wrapping sleeves in apricot blossom snow. I have seen it several times in ten years of cold and heat, and the unparalleled traces of Yinghua are like the moon."

Ouyang Ting just practiced the last move, followed the voice and withdrew the sword: "My son."

Feng Wu also left the veranda at some point, leaning against the apricot tree with his arms around his arms, looking at him with a half-smile and saying: "It seems that Guard Ou is really well."

Hearing the change of address, it shows that something is wrong with Shizi again.Ouyang Ting had no choice but to bow his head in admiration: "My lord."

Feng Wu casually took off his outer robe, walked over with his shoes on and said, "You played well."

Ouyang Ting bowed his head with some headaches, staring at the five slender and fair fingers in front of him and said, "Your Majesty?"

"Let me see." Feng Wu pursed his lips impatiently, took the petals from his head with one hand, took the sword from his hand with the other hand and weighed it, "Why is it heavier than before?"

Ouyang Ting was afraid that he would sprain his feet, so he stretched out his hands to support his shoulders first: "At that time, my subordinates first learned swords, and they used wooden swords."

Feng Wu danced a few more times, as if he was more interested: "Why don't you teach me two tricks too."

Ouyang Ting frowned and said, "This..."

Feng Wujun's face was serious: "Why, don't you allow me to set up a flowery shelf?"

Ouyang Ting could only sigh: "Then please change your shoes first——"

"What to change? It doesn't matter." Feng Wu casually flicked the shoes on his feet, stepped on the ground with only white socks and said repeatedly, "Hurry up!"

Ouyang Ting saw his dark eyebrows fluttering straight into his temples, and his eyes looked bright, so he could only sigh and obey him: "Yes, my son." Then he went forward to help him roll up his coat , holding his hand and taking down the sword, motioning him to stand in parallel first, "My lord, please straighten your legs."

"Oh?"

"Unbendable."

"Ah, so?"

Ouyang Ting leaned over slightly, turned his palms and tapped the inside of his knees lightly with the back of his fingers, and said: "Straighten here."

Feng Wu chuckled, and his legs straightened immediately, making his figure even more slender.

Ouyang Ting always felt that something was wrong, so he took a closer look and frowned and said, "All feet on the ground."

Feng Wu looked back at him sideways: "It's caught."

Ouyang Ting pursed his lips, knelt down and tapped his ankle lightly: "Don't raise your heels."

"what?"

Seeing him twisting and turning, Ouyang Ting had no choice but to reach out and grab his foot and press down: "Stand full, don't shake it." The foot in his hand seemed to shake, but he was honest.

Feeling slightly satisfied, Ouyang Ting raised his head to give a compliment, but he saw Feng Wu's eyes just rolled around.There are a few strands of hair hanging from the temples beside the ears, as if there is a small mole at the corner of the left eye... It seems that you have never seen it before?No, never looked at his face this close before.

Ouyang Ting complained to himself and straightened up: "This standing posture is easier, the prince is now asking for the sword."

Hearing this, Feng Wu's eyes were full of eagerness to try.His right hand dangled and raised his sword: "But this?"

Ouyang Ting thought to himself, the two slaps just now showed that he didn't have much strength in his hands - it's okay to hold a pen and write, but let's forget about dancing with a spear and a sword.Let him try a handful today, just to have a good time.

Ouyang Ting signaled him to stretch his right thumb to one side first, and the remaining four fingers were aligned before clenching the hilt of the sword.I don't know why Feng Wu's little finger is always separated and upturned unconsciously, and his posture is very gentle when he looks at it.

"Practicing the sword is not practicing dancing." Ouyang Ting said while pushing his little finger closer.

Feng Wu smiled and arranged the four fingers in a straight line.Ouyang Ting saw that there was no mistake, so he ordered his thumbs to close together and bend on the second phalanx of the index finger.

Feng Wu laughed and said, "Master Ou, this sword hilt is too big——"

Ouyang Ting also couldn't help laughing, this son obviously tried his best to close.However, this sword was used by himself, no matter how hard Shizi used it, he ended up short of a knuckle.

Feng Wu blinked and let go temporarily, signaling Ouyang Ting to extend his right hand.Then he posted his own, and immediately snorted dissatisfiedly: "I call you big! Stupid big boy!"

Ouyang Ting looked at him helplessly and slapped his palm angrily: "If your son is tired, or wants to play, you might as well try another day—"

"Don't!" Feng Wu immediately put his hands back and stood still, "We have to have a look before we talk about it."

Seeing his firm face, Ouyang Ting had no choice but to let him hold it again.Gently press his wrist to make it flat, so that the tiger's mouth is facing the sword grid, and then gently push his wrist with your index finger to get closer.

"Hey." Feng Wu said with a bitter face, "It's so uncomfortable."

"Your Excellency is just not used to it." Ouyang Ting held up his wrist, and patiently adjusted the angle, "Your Honor, you may wish to recall the strength of hanging your wrist while practicing calligraphy in the past."

Prince Fengwu tilted his head and thought for a while, it would be much better when he did it again.

Ouyang Ting nodded slightly and said: "Straighten your back, don't lower your head and put your chest in your chest." Then he tapped his improper posture through his sleeve.

Feng Wu giggled every time he was clicked: "Itch, Ah Ting—"

Ouyang Ting couldn't help but stand up when he called out: "My lord, it's so easy to talk."

Feng Wu raised his eyebrows at him and said, "It's itching."

Ouyang Ting said expressionlessly: "Being lazy for too long, my whole body is covered with itchy flesh."

Feng Wu burst into a smile and restrained himself: "What's next?"

Ouyang Ting had no choice but to explain the starting moves and the first move in detail.

Fengwu's hands and wrists are not strong enough, even his arms, shoulders and waist can't use force.Ouyang Ting had no choice but to point and explain to him one by one.Fortunately, Shizi's figure is thin and agile, and he learned postures and moves very quickly.This practice several times, but also get started a bit.It's a pity that there is no internal force, it's just a shape.

Seeing that his face was flushed, Ouyang Ting didn't dare to let him practice for too long, so he stopped and let him rest.

Feng Wu stretched out his hand to pull his arm and said: "Don't, I remember you had a move - why did the sword go straight up, but it didn't go beyond the forehead. It wasn't stabbing, it wasn't picking. Hey, the strength looked very strong. It's not small."

Ouyang Ting thought about it, took the sword and grasped it fully.With a sinking of the wrist, the tip of the sword suddenly moved forward, and the moment the arm straightened, the force reached the tip of the sword, and a strong wind was blown to blow the two people's cheeks: "This?"

"That's right!" Feng Wu's eyes sparkled and he grasped his arm tightly, "Teach me this!"

"This is the Bengjian." Ouyang Ting didn't want to dampen his enthusiasm, "It won't be too late to practice until the prince...can light the MRT sword with one hand."

"Then you do it again and show me."

Ouyang Ting had no choice but to repeat the drill according to the words.Seeing him frowning slightly and pursing his lips, he thought that this was really difficult for beginners, so he comforted him softly: "My son has never practiced swords, and today's small test with a chopper shows that he is very talented. Given time, he will definitely be able to—"

Feng Wu raised his eyebrows, and interrupted him coldly: "What can it do? Dance with knives and guns, show fists and embroider legs, hook three and four, restless in the room?"

... Is it really good to be so self-deprecating?

"This son is not born out of nothing!" Feng Wu saw Ouyang Ting's weird face, and pushed him to turn around again, "Don't you just stand there and see how stupid you are?"

Ouyang Ting caught a glimpse of Moqin standing at the gate of the courtyard, then saw the child's eyes full of admiration and smiled: "Your Majesty is worrying too much." Then he beckoned, "Moqin, do you have something to see your Majesty?"

Mo Qinfang came back to his senses, blushing hurriedly saluted and said: "My lord said that it's getting late, and invited the son to come over and take a seat—"

Feng Wu's face suddenly sank as if frozen, he bit his lip and frowned in silence.

Ouyang Ting said softly: "Mo Qin, wait for the prince to change clothes."

Mo Qin let out an oh and was about to make a move, but Feng Wu flung his sleeves and left first: "I want you to be troublesome!" After walking two steps, he turned back and glared at him and shouted, "You foolish boy, stay here, you can't go anywhere Don't go! Run around for a day without mentioning it, but anyone can order you? You are the bodyguard of this son!"

Ouyang Ting watched him go in a huff and swagger, and couldn't help laughing secretly.Considering that today is really busy for most of the day, now I am really too lazy to move.I also thought that the outer courtyard had always been peaceful, and today the wind steward had sent extra manpower to arrange it properly, so I don't need to worry too much.

After resting for about two minutes, Lian Er took a food box and put it down.

Ouyang Ting got up and thanked her, seeing her hesitant look, he said: "Sister Lian'er has something to say, but it's okay to say it."

Na Lian'er gritted her teeth and knelt on the ground: "Also ask Guard Ou for help!"

Ouyang Ting was surprised and suspicious: "What is this for? Get up first."

Lian'er begged bitterly: "If Ou's bodyguard agrees, the maid will dare to get up. Otherwise, I'd rather kneel down and die!"

Ouyang Ting withdrew his outstretched hand: "Oh, then you will kneel to death." Then he turned and sat down, taking a sip of the hot soup in the food box first.

Lian'er was dumbfounded and stared at him blankly.

Ouyang Ting savored the bowl of ham and fresh bamboo shoot soup carefully: "I don't even know what you want, how dare I agree? If I dare, do you believe it?"

Lian'er fell on the ground and mourned immediately after hearing the words: "Forget it, it's nothing more than a humble life for a maidservant."

Ouyang Ting had some vague guesses in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face, he just said: "Since I have figured it out, why bother to lament? This shows that it is nothing but worrying."

Lian Er covered her face with her hands, she was very sad: "Guard Ou, you have been with the prince for many years, do you really mean what you say?"

"nature."

"Then you are not guilty?!"

"No loss." Ouyang Ting complied calmly, and said to the stunned Lian'er, "I guess you want to say those who were attacked, fined, sold, or even buried, don't you?"

Lian'er stopped talking, her whole face was pale, she seemed to be extremely frightened, and her whole body couldn't stop trembling.

Ouyang Ting said sternly: "Then I would like to ask, among those people, which one was caused by me, dragged down by me, or framed and falsely accused of death by me?" Seeing her stupid look, Ouyang Ting Then he raised a finger, "First of all. Second, I was not present when most of the people were punished. I don't know the reason and evidence, so I can't talk nonsense. Third, the prince also punished me severely. Those who I have my faults. And the son is the son after all, but I have to admit it after being punished severely, is he the master?"

Ouyang Ting put down his hands at this point: "Yes, I am not guilty. What do you think?"

Lian'er's face was pale and white, biting the corner of her lips and said angrily: "You are a loyal and honest slave with a black heart!"

"It's strange to say that." Ouyang Ting narrowed his eyes and looked at her, "Am I instigating the prince to feast all night, or seduce the prince to drink and eat meat, or encourage the prince to kill innocent people indiscriminately?"

"You don't cry until you see the coffin! Don't you know how many people died in this yard—you are so hard-hearted, you are like a pig and a dog!" Lian'er was very angry, she got up and pointed at him and scolded him.

Ouyang Ting was not in a hurry to make a distinction, he put a chopstick and waited for her to shut up before saying, "Then I don't know how Sister Lian'er will treat her. Persuade, stop? I'm just a little guard on the left and right. What's more..."

"What's more, it's either a girl or a brother who is playing with the dead, you can naturally stay out of it!" Lian'er snatched the words and spat at him fiercely.

Ouyang Ting stepped aside and was not annoyed: "Then you want to kill him for Tian Xingdao?"

Lian Er was startled: "No, no no——"

"Then you have the evidence of the royal family's murder of slaves and servants, and you want to beat the drums and complain to the imperial court?"

"This……"

"Or, you are just afraid and don't want to serve the prince."

Lian'er took a sharp breath, then turned her head and remained silent.

Ouyang Ting sighed: "Confused concepts, rambling, illogical, I'm glad—"

——There is no need to attack you now.Ouyang Ting silently added this sentence in his heart.

Lian'er took a step forward and said bitterly: "Anyone who is arranged to serve personally in the prince's house will definitely change in three or two months. If it's a house boy, none of them will be found missing! Guard Ou, I beg you , Saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda! If you show mercy, take pity on me—”

"It's not that I stand by and watch. It's just that I really have limited ability." Ouyang Ting sighed, thinking that he really had the ability to tune the Moqin far away.After thinking about it, he said strangely, "Arranging positions is the responsibility of the manager. Like you, there are also masters who speak. I am just a servant like you. Do you want to worship me?"

"Yeah, but everyone said—"

Ouyang Ting was even more surprised: "What did you say?"

Lian'er hesitated and said: "Everyone says you say something, the son listens to you the most..."

Ouyang Ting couldn't help laughing: "Then I shouldn't be just a bodyguard right now." But he restrained his smile and said, "Besides, although the prince's strange reputation may be groundless, but he is a servant who talks about the master behind his back. , I'm afraid it's not a coincidence."

Lian Er took a step back in surprise, Ouyang Ting narrowed his eyes and said coldly: "Now tell the truth, who sent you to tell me these things?"

Seeing her trembling and taking another step back, but her feet were sprained and limp on the ground, Ouyang Ting got up and approached her and looked down at her: "Since it is said that the prince will not call people around every now and then, it's okay to add you. Lian Er Sister, tell me, don’t you?”

Lian'er immediately collapsed on the ground like dead ashes, her pale lips trembling.