Chapter 214
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"I feel my hand is going to be wasted..."
Su Cheng smiled bitterly as he looked at his trembling right hand.
Today, as usual, he woke up early in the morning. After breakfast, he stayed in his room and continued his huge work of translating Zizhi Tongjian.
After more than two hours of continuous writing, Su Cheng finally felt bursts of unbearable pain in his right hand.
I'd better have a rest first
——Su Cheng, who had made up his mind, put down his quill pen, then got up and walked downstairs.
Su Cheng plans to go downstairs to see what Alan and Deng Jiaer are doing. When he stops writing and has a rest, he will talk to them.
However, after arriving at the hall on the first floor, they did not appear.
Where are these two little guys?
Just as Su Cheng thought so, he suddenly heard bursts of knocking sounds of wood products and familiar cries from outside the house.
... I seem to know where they are.
Su Cheng thought as he walked slowly towards the small courtyard outside the house.
Su Cheng's mansion of four people is also attached with a small courtyard.
After arriving at the small courtyard of his home, Su Cheng saw Alan and Deng Jiaer.
——The two are practicing fighting.
No, to be exact, it should be Deng Jiaer practicing fighting while Alan is practicing with her.
Deng Jiaer, holding a wooden gun, launched a fierce attack on Alan.
Alan also had a wooden gun in his hand.
Every attack launched by Deng Jiaer was easily opened or blocked by Alan with a wooden gun.
While easily blocking Deng Jiaer's attack, Alan can also launch a fierce counterattack.
Moreover, Alan's counterattack is basically unstoppable by Deng Jiaer.
Standing aside, Su Cheng, who was secretly observing, silently counted the number of times Alan's Wooden gun met Deng Jiaer and the number of times Deng Jiaer's Wooden gun met Alan.
It was found that in just a few minutes, Alan's Wooden gun had touched Deng Jiaer's body nearly 30 times, and Deng Jiaer's Wooden gun had never touched Alan once.
If it is in actual combat, Deng Jiaer has died more than 30 times.
Looking at Alan and Deng Jia'er in the small courtyard, Su Cheng said secretly:
It seems that Deng Jiaer is looking for Alan to practice fighting with her again.
In addition to reading, Deng Jiaer usually does the most things, that is, exercising and practicing fighting.
Because Deng Jiaer's dream is to become a powerful general in all directions, she believes that to realize this dream, it is essential to have a good body and excellent fighting skills.
Therefore, Su Cheng can basically see Deng Jiaer exercising and practicing fighting in the small courtyard every day.
Deng Jiaer's fighting skills are usually to consult Alan. When practicing, she always comes to find Alan as her companion.
Alan, who is usually busy and has nothing to do, is naturally happy to ask Deng Jiaer for advice on fighting and to be her partner.
According to Alan, Deng Jiaer was not very bad at all. She should have exercised well all the time, and she seems to have some talent in fighting, so she has made rapid progress.
With Deng Jia'er's unremitting efforts and Alan's guidance and accompanying practice, according to Alan, Deng Jia'er's fighting skill is passable among women of the same age, and Deng Jia'er's gun skill is the best.
"Ah! I gave up! No more practice! "
Deng Jiaer in the courtyard suddenly threw away his wooden gun and sat down on the ground panting.
"I still can't beat Alan today..." Deng Jiaer said in a lost tone.
Looking at Deng Jiaer who had given up, Alan humed and smiled proudly.
Compared with Deng Jiaer, who was sweating and sitting on the ground panting, Alan was only a few drops of sweat on his forehead.
"Alan!" Deng Jiaer said anxiously, "Why are your fighting skills so strong? I've been practicing hard for more than half a year. Why can't I even touch you? "
"Why is my fighting so strong?"
Alan thought for a moment, then said in a casual tone:
"It should be a matter of talent. I was born with a strong physical quality and an understanding of fighting. "
"As long as I have seen someone use any weapon once, I can master the usage of this weapon, and I can use it better than that person."
"Moreover, I am several times stronger than ordinary people in terms of strength, speed and reaction speed, in short, physical function."
After hearing Alan's words, Deng Jiaer suddenly showed a lost color on her face, slightly lowered her head and muttered:
"Talent..."
Deng Jiaer's tone was still a bit painful.
Just then——
"Oh, Alan, Deng Jiaer."
——Su Cheng, who had just been watching the play silently, finally appeared.
"Ah, sir. Here you are. "
"Eh? Brother, why are you here? "
"Let me send you some sympathy."
Su Cheng said this in a joking tone, shaking two glasses of water and a towel for wiping sweat in his hand.
After the two stopped practicing just now, Su Cheng quietly returned to the house and took two glasses of water and a towel to wipe sweat.
"Come on, Deng Jiaer, drink water and wipe off your sweat."
When they came to the front and back of the two, Su Cheng said so and handed one of the glasses of water and the towel to Deng Jia'er.
"Ah, thank you, sir."
Deng Jiaer respectfully took the water cup and towel.
"Here, Alan, yours."
After Deng Jiaer took the water cup and towel, Su Cheng handed the remaining glass of water to Alan.
"It's rare, brother. You took the initiative to stop writing and rest without us urging you to rest."
Alan finished this sentence in a half joking tone and took the water cup from Su Cheng.
After receiving the cup from Su Cheng, Alan found something wrong.
"Brother... Why only Deng Jiaer has a towel to wipe sweat, but I don't?"
"Ha? What are you talking about? Where do you need a towel to wipe your sweat? Are you sweating? Hey! Don't sweat on me! "
"How could I wipe your sweat! Don't I have no sweat? I'm just making out with my brother! "
After saying that, Alan continued to put his forehead on Su Cheng's clothes, and then rubbed on Su Cheng's clothes.
Just when Su Cheng and Alan were playing as usual——
Bang bang!
——There was a knock at the door.
"Huh?" Su Cheng frowned and said, "someone is coming..."
After saying that, Su Cheng gently pushed away Alan who rubbed his clothes in his arms.
At this time, Alan was very obedient and stopped fooling around, allowing Su Cheng to gently push her away.
After pushing Alan away, Su Cheng walked towards the gate of the mansion.
——Squeak.
After opening the door, Su Cheng saw a man dressed as a servant standing in front of the door.
As soon as the door was opened, the attendant dressed up immediately said:
"Is that Mr. Su Cheng?"
"Ah, I am." Su Cheng replied.
"Your Majesty ordered." The servant dressed up said positively, "I want you to hurry to Baiyang palace now!"
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"I feel my hand is going to be wasted..."
Su Cheng smiled bitterly as he looked at his trembling right hand.
Today, as usual, he woke up early in the morning. After breakfast, he stayed in his room and continued his huge work of translating Zizhi Tongjian.
After more than two hours of continuous writing, Su Cheng finally felt bursts of unbearable pain in his right hand.
I'd better have a rest first
——Su Cheng, who had made up his mind, put down his quill pen, then got up and walked downstairs.
Su Cheng plans to go downstairs to see what Alan and Deng Jiaer are doing. When he stops writing and has a rest, he will talk to them.
However, after arriving at the hall on the first floor, they did not appear.
Where are these two little guys?
Just as Su Cheng thought so, he suddenly heard bursts of knocking sounds of wood products and familiar cries from outside the house.
... I seem to know where they are.
Su Cheng thought as he walked slowly towards the small courtyard outside the house.
Su Cheng's mansion of four people is also attached with a small courtyard.
After arriving at the small courtyard of his home, Su Cheng saw Alan and Deng Jiaer.
——The two are practicing fighting.
No, to be exact, it should be Deng Jiaer practicing fighting while Alan is practicing with her.
Deng Jiaer, holding a wooden gun, launched a fierce attack on Alan.
Alan also had a wooden gun in his hand.
Every attack launched by Deng Jiaer was easily opened or blocked by Alan with a wooden gun.
While easily blocking Deng Jiaer's attack, Alan can also launch a fierce counterattack.
Moreover, Alan's counterattack is basically unstoppable by Deng Jiaer.
Standing aside, Su Cheng, who was secretly observing, silently counted the number of times Alan's Wooden gun met Deng Jiaer and the number of times Deng Jiaer's Wooden gun met Alan.
It was found that in just a few minutes, Alan's Wooden gun had touched Deng Jiaer's body nearly 30 times, and Deng Jiaer's Wooden gun had never touched Alan once.
If it is in actual combat, Deng Jiaer has died more than 30 times.
Looking at Alan and Deng Jia'er in the small courtyard, Su Cheng said secretly:
It seems that Deng Jiaer is looking for Alan to practice fighting with her again.
In addition to reading, Deng Jiaer usually does the most things, that is, exercising and practicing fighting.
Because Deng Jiaer's dream is to become a powerful general in all directions, she believes that to realize this dream, it is essential to have a good body and excellent fighting skills.
Therefore, Su Cheng can basically see Deng Jiaer exercising and practicing fighting in the small courtyard every day.
Deng Jiaer's fighting skills are usually to consult Alan. When practicing, she always comes to find Alan as her companion.
Alan, who is usually busy and has nothing to do, is naturally happy to ask Deng Jiaer for advice on fighting and to be her partner.
According to Alan, Deng Jiaer was not very bad at all. She should have exercised well all the time, and she seems to have some talent in fighting, so she has made rapid progress.
With Deng Jia'er's unremitting efforts and Alan's guidance and accompanying practice, according to Alan, Deng Jia'er's fighting skill is passable among women of the same age, and Deng Jia'er's gun skill is the best.
"Ah! I gave up! No more practice! "
Deng Jiaer in the courtyard suddenly threw away his wooden gun and sat down on the ground panting.
"I still can't beat Alan today..." Deng Jiaer said in a lost tone.
Looking at Deng Jiaer who had given up, Alan humed and smiled proudly.
Compared with Deng Jiaer, who was sweating and sitting on the ground panting, Alan was only a few drops of sweat on his forehead.
"Alan!" Deng Jiaer said anxiously, "Why are your fighting skills so strong? I've been practicing hard for more than half a year. Why can't I even touch you? "
"Why is my fighting so strong?"
Alan thought for a moment, then said in a casual tone:
"It should be a matter of talent. I was born with a strong physical quality and an understanding of fighting. "
"As long as I have seen someone use any weapon once, I can master the usage of this weapon, and I can use it better than that person."
"Moreover, I am several times stronger than ordinary people in terms of strength, speed and reaction speed, in short, physical function."
After hearing Alan's words, Deng Jiaer suddenly showed a lost color on her face, slightly lowered her head and muttered:
"Talent..."
Deng Jiaer's tone was still a bit painful.
Just then——
"Oh, Alan, Deng Jiaer."
——Su Cheng, who had just been watching the play silently, finally appeared.
"Ah, sir. Here you are. "
"Eh? Brother, why are you here? "
"Let me send you some sympathy."
Su Cheng said this in a joking tone, shaking two glasses of water and a towel for wiping sweat in his hand.
After the two stopped practicing just now, Su Cheng quietly returned to the house and took two glasses of water and a towel to wipe sweat.
"Come on, Deng Jiaer, drink water and wipe off your sweat."
When they came to the front and back of the two, Su Cheng said so and handed one of the glasses of water and the towel to Deng Jia'er.
"Ah, thank you, sir."
Deng Jiaer respectfully took the water cup and towel.
"Here, Alan, yours."
After Deng Jiaer took the water cup and towel, Su Cheng handed the remaining glass of water to Alan.
"It's rare, brother. You took the initiative to stop writing and rest without us urging you to rest."
Alan finished this sentence in a half joking tone and took the water cup from Su Cheng.
After receiving the cup from Su Cheng, Alan found something wrong.
"Brother... Why only Deng Jiaer has a towel to wipe sweat, but I don't?"
"Ha? What are you talking about? Where do you need a towel to wipe your sweat? Are you sweating? Hey! Don't sweat on me! "
"How could I wipe your sweat! Don't I have no sweat? I'm just making out with my brother! "
After saying that, Alan continued to put his forehead on Su Cheng's clothes, and then rubbed on Su Cheng's clothes.
Just when Su Cheng and Alan were playing as usual——
Bang bang!
——There was a knock at the door.
"Huh?" Su Cheng frowned and said, "someone is coming..."
After saying that, Su Cheng gently pushed away Alan who rubbed his clothes in his arms.
At this time, Alan was very obedient and stopped fooling around, allowing Su Cheng to gently push her away.
After pushing Alan away, Su Cheng walked towards the gate of the mansion.
——Squeak.
After opening the door, Su Cheng saw a man dressed as a servant standing in front of the door.
As soon as the door was opened, the attendant dressed up immediately said:
"Is that Mr. Su Cheng?"
"Ah, I am." Su Cheng replied.
"Your Majesty ordered." The servant dressed up said positively, "I want you to hurry to Baiyang palace now!"
"I feel my hand is going to be wasted..."Su Cheng smiled bitterly as he looked at his trembling right hand.Today, as usual, he woke up early in the morning. After breakfast, he stayed in his room and continued his huge work of translating Zizhi Tongjian.After more than two hours of continuous writing, Su Cheng finally felt bursts of unbearable pain in his right hand.I'd better have a rest firstSu Cheng, who had made up his mind, put down his quill pen, then got up and walked downstairs.Su Cheng plans to go downstairs to see what Alan and Deng Jiaer are doing. When he stops writing and has a rest, he will talk to them.However, after arriving at the hall on the first floor, they did not appear.Where are these two little guys?Just as Su Cheng thought so, he suddenly heard bursts of knocking sounds of wood products and familiar cries from outside the house.... I seem to know where they are.Su Cheng thought as he walked slowly towards the small courtyard outside the house.Su Cheng's mansion of four people is also attached with a small courtyard.After arriving at the small courtyard of his home, Su Cheng saw Alan and Deng Jiaer.The two are practicing fighting.No, to be exact, it should be Deng Jiaer practicing fighting while Alan is practicing with her.Deng Jiaer, holding a wooden gun, launched a fierce attack on Alan.Alan also had a wooden gun in his hand.Every attack launched by Deng Jiaer was easily opened or blocked by Alan with a wooden gun.While easily blocking Deng Jiaer's attack, Alan can also launch a fierce counterattack.Moreover, Alan's counterattack is basically unstoppable by Deng Jiaer.Standing aside, Su Cheng, who was secretly observing, silently counted the number of times Alan's Wooden gun met Deng Jiaer and the number of times Deng Jiaer's Wooden gun met Alan.It was found that in just a few minutes, Alan's Wooden gun had touched Deng Jiaer's body nearly 30 times, and Deng Jiaer's Wooden gun had never touched Alan once.If it is in actual combat, Deng Jiaer has died more than 30 times.Looking at Alan and Deng Jia'er in the small courtyard, Su Cheng said secretly:It seems that Deng Jiaer is looking for Alan to practice fighting with her again.In addition to reading, Deng Jiaer usually does the most things, that is, exercising and practicing fighting.Because Deng Jiaer's dream is to become a powerful general in all directions, she believes that to realize this dream, it is essential to have a good body and excellent fighting skills.Therefore, Su Cheng can basically see Deng Jiaer exercising and practicing fighting in the small courtyard every day.Deng Jiaer's fighting skills are usually to consult Alan. When practicing, she always comes to find Alan as her companion.Alan, who is usually busy and has nothing to do, is naturally happy to ask Deng Jiaer for advice on fighting and to be her partner.According to Alan, Deng Jiaer was not very bad at all. She should have exercised well all the time, and she seems to have some talent in fighting, so she has made rapid progress.With Deng Jia'er's unremitting efforts and Alan's guidance and accompanying practice, according to Alan, Deng Jia'er's fighting skill is passable among women of the same age, and Deng Jia'er's gun skill is the best."Ah! I gave up! No more practice! "Deng Jiaer in the courtyard suddenly threw away his wooden gun and sat down on the ground panting."I still can't beat Alan today..." Deng Jiaer said in a lost tone.Looking at Deng Jiaer who had given up, Alan humed and smiled proudly.Compared with Deng Jiaer, who was sweating and sitting on the ground panting, Alan was only a few drops of sweat on his forehead."Alan!" Deng Jiaer said anxiously, "Why are your fighting skills so strong? I've been practicing hard for more than half a year. Why can't I even touch you? ""Why is my fighting so strong?"Alan thought for a moment, then said in a casual tone:"It should be a matter of talent. I was born with a strong physical quality and an understanding of fighting. ""As long as I have seen someone use any weapon once, I can master the usage of this weapon, and I can use it better than that person.""Moreover, I am several times stronger than ordinary people in terms of strength, speed and reaction speed, in short, physical function."After hearing Alan's words, Deng Jiaer suddenly showed a lost color on her face, slightly lowered her head and muttered:"Talent..."Deng Jiaer's tone was still a bit painful.Just then"Oh, Alan, Deng Jiaer."Su Cheng, who had just been watching the play silently, finally appeared."Ah, sir. Here you are. ""Eh? Brother, why are you here? ""Let me send you some sympathy."Su Cheng said this in a joking tone, shaking two glasses of water and a towel for wiping sweat in his hand.After the two stopped practicing just now, Su Cheng quietly returned to the house and took two glasses of water and a towel to wipe sweat."Come on, Deng Jiaer, drink water and wipe off your sweat."When they came to the front and back of the two, Su Cheng said so and handed one of the glasses of water and the towel to Deng Jia'er."Ah, thank you, sir."Deng Jiaer respectfully took the water cup and towel."Here, Alan, yours."After Deng Jiaer took the water cup and towel, Su Cheng handed the remaining glass of water to Alan."It's rare, brother. You took the initiative to stop writing and rest without us urging you to rest."Alan finished this sentence in a half joking tone and took the water cup from Su Cheng.After receiving the cup from Su Cheng, Alan found something wrong."Brother... Why only Deng Jiaer has a towel to wipe sweat, but I don't?""Ha? What are you talking about? Where do you need a towel to wipe your sweat? Are you sweating? Hey! Don't sweat on me! ""How could I wipe your sweat! Don't I have no sweat? I'm just making out with my brother! "After saying that, Alan continued to put his forehead on Su Cheng's clothes, and then rubbed on Su Cheng's clothes.Just when Su Cheng and Alan were playing as usualBang bang!There was a knock at the door."Huh?" Su Cheng frowned and said, "someone is coming..."After saying that, Su Cheng gently pushed away Alan who rubbed his clothes in his arms.At this time, Alan was very obedient and stopped fooling around, allowing Su Cheng to gently push her away.After pushing Alan away, Su Cheng walked towards the gate of the mansion.Squeak.After opening the door, Su Cheng saw a man dressed as a servant standing in front of the door.As soon as the door was opened, the attendant dressed up immediately said:"Is that Mr. Su Cheng?""Ah, I am." Su Cheng replied."Your Majesty ordered." The servant dressed up said positively, "I want you to hurry to Baiyang palace now!"
