lcionline Chapter 349 Rare Objects
Chapter 349 Rare Objects
Chapter 349
Luo Shuiyao had no idea about the conversation between Madam Sang and the Marquis's wife. Earlier, she had been dragged along by the Right Prime Minister's wife to help arrange for the servants to decorate the courtyard. After lunch, the Right Prime Minister took his wife away.
The Right Minister said at the time: "You are not young anymore, you shouldn't be working so hard. The two children are tired too. Why not let them rest quietly for a while?"
Upon hearing this, the Right Prime Minister's wife thought it made sense, so she and the Right Prime Minister returned to their own courtyard to rest.
Luo Shuiyao stayed in her newly assigned courtyard. Looking at the pavilions and towers before her and the flower-filled paths beneath her feet, she was filled with joy.
The environment of this courtyard was truly wonderful. She sat at the stone table, watching the servants bustling about in the courtyard, and couldn't help but think to herself: If only there were a day when everything was settled and settled, and I could stay comfortably in this house, eating when hungry, sleeping when tired, getting up and walking around when I wanted to stretch my muscles, and staying indoors when I felt lazy, how comfortable and happy such a life would be!
Fantasizing about such a wonderful life, the corners of her mouth unconsciously curled up slightly, and then she turned to look at Du Lingfeng who was sitting quietly beside her, and the smile in her eyes deepened a little.
"Brother, are you tired?" Luo Shuiyao asked softly.
Du Lingfeng was sitting on a stool with his eyes somewhat blank. When he heard Luo Shuiyao's question, he turned his head to look at her woodenly, then slowly shook his head.
This surprised Luo Shuiyao. She immediately sat up straight and looked Du Lingfeng up and down. He was thin and frail. Luo Shuiyao knew that Du Lingfeng never liked to eat. Sometimes, if no one reminded him, he would not even notice that he was hungry. Because of this, he was so thin, as if a gust of wind could blow him down.
But unexpectedly, his physical fitness was even better than hers. She had been walking around for so long today. Although it wasn't too tiring or tedious, it was still busy enough that even she felt her legs and feet were weak. Du Lingfeng sat upright, clearly not feeling any discomfort.
Luo Shuiyao became interested and asked, "Besides daydreaming and wood carving, what else do you like to do on weekdays?"
Seeing her curiosity, Du Lingfeng, perhaps feeling that as a brother he should be more patient with his sister, didn't ignore her. He thought for a moment and said simply, "Practice swordplay."
"Practicing sword? You actually know martial arts?" Luo Shuiyao became even more interested.
"No, I only practice sword." Du Lingfeng said.
Luo Shuiyao understood what he meant. He meant that he didn't know any martial arts, only sword skills. But she quickly cheered up and said with admiration, "That's impressive! I don't even know that."
Luo Shuiyao's praise didn't make Du Lingfeng happy. Instead, he frowned. "You're my younger sister, a girl. Sword practice is tiring," he said slowly, as if to express that he didn't want his younger sister to try something as tiring as sword practice.
Luo Shuiyao raised her eyebrows. From what he said, he thought she was interested in sword practice. Do you want to practice sword? She thought he was quite graceful.
Then she smiled and said, "I won't practice anymore. I'll just watch you practice. By the way, who asked you to practice with the sword? How long have you been practicing? Can you show me how to practice?"
Luo Shuiyao subconsciously spoke to Du Lingfeng in a coaxing tone.
Unexpectedly, Du Lingfeng frowned even more tightly. "You are younger..." He paused, as if choosing his words carefully. "You are my younger sister, and I am your older brother. I am coaxing you."
When Luo Shuiyao heard Du Lingfeng's words, she was startled for a moment, then a glimmer of warmth filled her eyes. Looking at Du Lingfeng's serious yet slightly awkward expression, she felt a little ashamed. She had coaxed Du Lingfeng like he was a mentally retarded teenager, but it turned out he was more sensible than she had imagined.
"Okay, then how do you plan to coax me, brother?" After reflection, Luo Shuiyao raised the corners of her lips and asked with a smile.
Du Lingfeng didn't seem to expect her to ask this. His eyes were a little evasive, and his fingers unconsciously clenched the corners of his clothes. After thinking for a moment, he said, "Here, practice swordsmanship, watch."
"Okay, then I'll wait and see." After hearing what he said, Luo Shuiyao stood up and bowed to him.
Her behavior made Du Lingfeng a little shy. He pursed his lips, said "hmm" softly, then stood up and raised his sleeves.
She didn't know what Du Lingfeng meant, but she knew he was leaving, so she reached out and grabbed his sleeve with her fingers as if she was doing the right thing.
After Du Lingfeng saw that she had done it, he felt relieved and took her to his yard.
When they arrived at his yard, Abao came to greet them: "Master, Miss."
Du Lingfeng glanced at Abao, then slightly turned sideways to avoid Abao, tugged at his sleeves, and signaled Luo Shuiyao to continue following him.
Luo Shuiyao gave A Bao a faint smile as a response, and then followed Du Lingfeng to his training room. When Du Lingfeng picked up the wooden sword hanging on the wall, she realized that Du Lingfeng was bringing her here to get the sword.
Du Lingfeng picked up the sword and walked up to Luo Shuiyao again, letting her lead him out of the yard.
Then he signaled Luo Shuiyao to let go, and he walked to the middle of the yard alone and started dancing with the sword.
Luo Shuiyao watched, gradually entranced. Although she didn't understand swordsmanship, she could tell the young man's graceful movements. He wore a light blue brocade robe, its sleeves flowing in the wind. Beside him, amidst red flowers and green trees, in a tranquil courtyard, the sight of a young man dancing with a sword was truly refreshing.
"The young master has been weak and sick since he was a child. The master and his wife have sought out famous doctors but could not find a solution. Until later they met a wandering Taoist priest who said that he could learn body movements to strengthen his body, so as to make up for his congenital deficiencies. After hearing this, the master found a master to teach the young master. The young master was not interested in anything else, but he loved swordsmanship very much, and he has been practicing for more than ten years. Now seeing the young master's sword dance becoming more and more superb, it's a pity. If the young master were an ordinary man, he would definitely be able to pass the imperial examinations and serve the country." A slightly gloomy voice sounded beside him.
Luo Shuiyao regained consciousness and saw A Bao, looking at the sword dancer in the courtyard with a distressed expression, muttering to himself. Luo Shuiyao understood that A Bao was explaining to her why Du Lingfeng was practicing sword dancing. Seeing A Bao's face full of regret, Luo Shuiyao smiled and said comfortingly, "It's okay. It's great that he's healthy. As for achieving fame and serving the country, that's not necessary. There are thousands of people in the world who can do that, so let them do it."
Hearing this, A Bao turned to look at her and laughed, "No wonder Madam likes you. What you said is exactly the same as what Madam said back then. Yes, as long as the Young Master is healthy, nothing else matters."
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In Osmanthus Alley, a carriage was parked steadily in front of the Luo residence. The carriage was intricately carved and adorned with dazzling, luxurious accessories. Its nobleness was evident at a glance.