Qinglian Snow Heavy

Afterwards, there are still three entrances, and there is an independent Tinghushan Pavilion. From this, the holy family of the Tongfu can be glimpsed, and the Qingyun Pavilion where Qinglian lives is in this Xuanying residence.

Since she lives in Xuanying residence with her father Tong Yi, as a son of man, Qinglian has to follow the filial piety of morning and evening.Although she went to Lianyuan to reunite with her mother last night, as long as her father lived in the mansion, Qinglian would go to Xuanyingju to say hello in the morning, so she packed up early in the morning and forced herself to leave Lianyuan.

Mao Shi was approaching, and the sky in late spring was already slightly bright, so Qinglian came to Tong Yi's residence, knelt outside the door, and waited for her father to get up.Although Qinglian only received a heavy punishment last night, regarding this Wenchen's rules, since Qinglian came to Tong's Mansion, she has been meticulous, just like his now expensive and straight body, no matter how severe the punishment is, everyone will be punished. As long as she can get up, Qinglian will come to ask the morning, frost, snow, dew and rain, without interruption.

Of course, the huge General's Mansion will not be short of people to serve, so when it is dawn, there will be servants to prepare all the washing and eating utensils. However, no one will question the rules of the owner of the Tong's Mansion in educating children, even the second son of the mansion. Qing Lian, who had been kneeling outside the general's bedroom door for nearly half an hour, turned pale, shook her body, gritted her teeth, and no one would step forward to help her.

On both sides of the rooster crowing, the sky has gradually turned white, and the bright jade plate from last night now only leaves a faint shadow on the light blue sky.In the past, Tong Yi had already got up at this time, but today, until now, Tong Yi slowly opened the door, and the one who lowered his head and came into view was Qinglian who came to ask Chen.

Although the late spring is getting warmer, and the rain porch has been built in front of the house, Qinglian, who had been kneeling here and waiting for her early in the morning, is still covered in dew.Seeing her father getting up, Qinglian ignored her already stiff body and leaned over with difficulty to ask "Father, good morning".

Although Qinglian's voice was low and hoarse at this time, her father Tong Yi was still satisfied with all this. Yun got up and went into the house again, and Qinglian also hurriedly struggled to get up, and followed her father into the room. The door, the servant who had been waiting for a long time naturally followed into the room.

Bow down to serve her father to clean his face, rinse his mouth, and put on his clothes. Although there are servants preparing to serve him, as a son of man, Qinglian personally serves her. Everything is done in a regular and careful manner.After everything was cleaned up, Qinglian went to get her father's Qingming sword, and followed her father to the small courtyard outside the residence, because her father had the habit of relaxing his muscles and bones when he heard chickens dancing.

The epee has no front, and it is very clever. This Qingming sword is made of a whole piece of black iron by famous people, and even the scabbard is also made of bronze. It is very heavy. Because Tong Yi often uses iron spears in the army, this famous sword It is only useful to accompany the general in morning exercises.

The Qingming sword is heavy, and in normal times, it would be difficult for the weak Qinglian to hold it, not to mention the punishment last night, and the left hand can't use the strength at all, so this famous sword is almost dragging The extremely indecent way on the ground was taken by Qinglian to the garden.

Seeing that Qinglian was weak and weak, Tong Yi didn't get angry. If he was like this all the time, how could he have the strength to survive outside in the future? Are the shoulders, arms and muscles really getting better, or is he unintentional to exercise?

When Qinglian held the Qingming epee horizontally and handed it to her father with trembling hands.Tong Yi pulled out the sword with Qinglian's arms raised flat, and at the moment Qinglian was about to let go of her hands, she said sternly, "Hold me the scabbard!" Lian's crumbling hands together with the bronze scabbard reached the level of her chest again, and then let go, completely ignoring Qinglian's trembling arms and the cold sweat on her head.

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The spring is warm with flowers and trees, the wind blows the sleeve dance, and the Qingming epee dance is handsome and elegant in Tong Yi's hands. It is hard to see that it is heavy and extraordinary, but Qinglian, who is standing by the side, has been tortured by the body of the Qingming epee. .

New wounds and old wounds added together, Qing Lianping held up the scabbard for less than half a stick of incense, his arms began to tremble uncontrollably, the cold sweat on his face wetted the long hair on his cheeks, strands drooping on the forehead.At this time, the exquisite and simple scabbard seemed to be a terrible instrument of torture, even if it was still, it tortured every inch of Qinglian's muscles and bones.The old injury of the left shoulder caused the whole arm to be sore and sore, and this pain from the inside out was spreading to the whole body.

Qinglian lowered her head, her hands were already shaking badly, but she didn't dare to let the scabbard fall off, she gritted her teeth secretly and persisted, because he knew that her father was dancing the sword beside her, and what she was holding in her hand was also her father's favorite sword. Part of the Qingming Sword.Although Tong Yi's swordsmanship made the clouds flow smoothly, Qinglian never looked at her father. She just concentrated on resisting the pain until her father appeared in front of her and took away the crumbling scabbard in her hand.

As soon as the weight in her hands was lightened, Qinglian suddenly felt that the veins in her shoulders and arms were being stiffened instantly, and her arms were frozen in place, unable to let go. Qinglian raised her misty tearful eyes and looked at her father.

Looking at the bleak lips full of tooth marks and the arms that could not fall, Tong Yi naturally knew that Qinglian must be in great pain because of the disharmony of blood vessels in her shoulder and arm at this time, but because Qinglian suffered a serious bone injury in her left shoulder when she was a child, her tendons The pulse has been scattered and distorted, so it is basically hopeless to practice martial arts, but because of this, Tong Yi thinks that Qinglian should exercise her shoulders, arms and bones in order to return to normal people.

Qing Ming returned the sheath, and Tong Yi handed it to Tong Fu, the servant who came up to him, and then raised his hands to massage Qinglian's arms to activate blood, so that the stiff muscles slowly relaxed, kneading every acupuncture point on Qinglian's arms , I did it very carefully, so I didn't care that Qinglian had shed tears in disappointment.

Afterwards, Tong Yi ate with Qinglian, and of course Qinglian stood by, and he didn't eat until his father had used up himself.In the past, Tong Yi would go to the Tongfu teaching ground with Qinglian, but Tong Yi saw that Qinglian couldn't hold the tooth chopsticks steadily, so he could only eat slowly. Lian will come as soon as she is ready.

Qinglian didn't dare to delay too much, tried her best to eat a few mouthfuls of porridge, adjusted her clothes, got up and went to the teaching ground.From Xuanyingju to the teaching field in the east of Tongfu, Qinglian was extremely anxious on this journey. There were more guards and servants coming and going around Xuanyingju, and they were distributed in various traffic places in the courtyard. Qinglian sighed, obviously next time It is very difficult to have the opportunity to leave the house again.

The red sun is gradually rising, and the sunlight on the ground indicates another day of vitality. Before reaching the teaching ground, the sound of soldiers training has already been heard. When I walked in, I saw Tong Jingyu wearing the rays of the rising sun, looking radiant He led nearly [-] Tongfu soldiers to train the army formation. The shouts echoed in this flat and open field, inspiring everyone in the field. The soldiers wanted to use their most heroic side Accept the scrutiny of the Patriarch General Tong.

Tong Yi had already seen Qinglian before she entered the teaching ground. For some reason, Qinglian didn't go in directly but stared blankly for a while, was she cowardly, was she hit by a small punishment in the early morning?Tong Yi was extremely displeased when he thought of this, because he had always wanted to polish Qinglian's tough character, but Qinglian's gentle temperament was always disappointing.

So when Qinglian finally entered the teaching field and came to report to her father, Tong Yi's gloomy face made Qinglian habitually lower her head, and in Tong Yi's eyes, this was undoubtedly adding fuel to the flames.

Although her body is weak and she has suffered old injuries, and her long hair is untied, no matter how you look at it, she doesn't look heroic, but as the second son of the general's mansion, Qinglian naturally has to work hard to practice martial arts, and of course Qinglian's training is not good. Generally, children from aristocratic families can practice riding and shooting, and Qinglian can't practice these hard skills at all.

Ever since Qinglian Kaishu's father came to the teaching ground for morning exercises, he began to practice Taijiquan. It has been four or five years since then. Tong Yi also hopes that Qinglian can use internal martial arts to control and nourish Qi, activate muscles and bones, and slowly recover from old injuries. .

After practicing a set of Tai Chi for a long time, Qinglian is naturally very proficient in it. However, due to the shock and injury yesterday, the blood vessels in both arms were out of harmony this morning. Qinglian's seemingly elegant Tai Chi was naturally unsteady in Tong Yi's eyes. Weakness, during which there is no strength to brake statically and to reconcile yin and yang.He ran away yesterday and was perfunctory today. Tong Yi looked at Qinglian's beautiful fists and embroidered legs, and when he couldn't get angry, he raised his hand and gave him a merciless whip.

Last night, she was punished for sleeplessness, and this morning she knelt and waited for less food. Qing Lian has tried her best to hold on until now, barely supporting herself, moving her body and punching, and Tong Yi's savage whip is undoubtedly the last one that crushed the camel. Straw, a whip tore the air, and also tore Qinglian.Qinglian hit the ground, sobbing loudly, her sweat-drenched hair stuck to the dust on the ground and scattered all over the place.

Seeing Qinglian's distressed appearance, Tong Yi couldn't have half of their demeanor back then, his heart was burning with anger, and the whip fell more and more ruthlessly. Although the whip in his hand was just an ordinary horse whip, Tong Yi felt more vigorous when he waved it Dao, is this something that Qinglian, who is full of scars, can bear?The overwhelming pain eroded her will. Although Qinglian knelt on the ground and did not resist the punishment, she could no longer suppress her whimpering and crying.

Although Tong Yi blamed Zizi for a lot of noise, the soldiers on the teaching field had already seen the strangeness and continued to practice without any distractions. Only Tong Jingyu watched Qinglian cry and be punished, and his anxiety and regret were undisguised. Let it out, thinking to quickly come up with a countermeasure to save Qinglian first.Because Tong Jingyu knew very well that Qinglian left the mansion without permission yesterday and was humiliated in the street. If it wasn't for the birthday in the lotus garden, she wouldn't have been able to pass the test easily with a whipping at the ancestral hall, because every time Qinglian made a mistake , Punishments often come one after another in a few days, but today I watched Qinglian practice martial arts, obviously unable to do what I wanted, no wonder my father was angry.

Qinglian's whimpering has become inaudible from the beginning to now, and Tong Jingyu can no longer control herself