Ling Muzhu grabbed the horse's saddle, trying to jump up for a long time, but still couldn't get on. His hands were already bruised and bloody from the reins.
Ling Mohan watched Ling Muzhu, who looked like a clown, with cold eyes. He sighed helplessly and waved his hand, signaling Lu Shi to come forward.
With Lu Shi's help, Ling Muzhu finally managed to get on the horse.
"Hold the saddle tightly, and grip the horse's belly with your legs..." Ling Mohan said in a low, deep voice.
Ling Muzhu listened attentively like a well-behaved child. As soon as he slightly tightened his legs around the horse's belly, the horse, as if out of control, began to neigh incessantly, shaking its body violently as if trying to throw Ling Muzhu off.
If Lu Shi hadn't intervened in time, Ling Muzhu would have already fallen.
Ling Muzhu, who had narrowly escaped, clung tightly to the horse's neck, his heart pounding wildly, his face ashen and devoid of any color from fright.
Ling Mohan's face was filled with disdain. The Ling family had produced generals for generations, and all their men practiced martial arts. How could Ling Muzhu turn out to be a mere fop, good-looking but useless?
Helplessly, he had to order a guard to lead the horse, finally allowing Ling Muzhu to ride home.
Upon arriving at the Ling residence, Ling Muzhu followed behind Ling Mohan, his expression heavy, as if burdened by something, and remained silent for a long time.
Finally, he ran ahead of Ling Mohan and said, "Brother, can you teach me martial arts?"
Originally, all the men of the Ling family were supposed to practice martial arts. However, he had been mischievous in his youth and couldn't bear the hardship of martial arts training. He had begged his father to remove this subject from his curriculum.
This had resulted in his current frail physique, unable to lift a shoulder pole or a hand.
No matter what, he had to start practicing martial arts from scratch, and he would never let Feng Jin look down on him again.
He was determined to prove himself...
"You want to practice martial arts?" Ling Mohan asked uncertainly. This boy had never been able to endure any hardship since childhood. He would probably complain after only two days of training and then give up halfway, as he often did.
"I will definitely persevere this time and will not give up halfway."
Ling Muzhu's face was resolute; he had truly made up his mind to practice martial arts.
"I have urgent military matters and cannot get away. Tomorrow, I will have Lu Shi teach you martial arts in the morning."
Ling Mohan directly shifted the responsibility to Lu Shi, finding a good excuse for himself.
"Thank you, brother, for making arrangements for me." Ling Muzhu was not one to complain; he was already content that someone was willing to teach him.
And Lu Shi became the unlucky one. Teaching this young master was more tiresome than being in the military camp.
He only worried that after a few days of teaching, Ling Muzhu would complain about the hardship and fatigue and decide to quit, leaving him with nothing but wasted effort.
...
"What... Ling Muzhu wants to practice martial arts?" Feng Jin's surprised voice echoed throughout the room.
She found it hard to believe that the pampered young master Ling Muzhu would voluntarily propose to practice martial arts. She wondered if Ling Mohan was deliberately teasing him.
Ling Mohan nodded solemnly, "He said it himself."
Feng Jin was full of surprise. This was not in character. Could it be that Ling Muzhu's brain had been overworked by manual labor these past few days, which led to such a swift change?
This wasn't right... not right...
Or was he just putting on an act, pretending to be reformed?
"Stop thinking about it. We'll know if it's true or not in a few days," Ling Mohan said, putting an arm around Feng Jin's shoulder.
"Yes, how could I have forgotten? Let Lu Shi train him properly. If he can't endure the hardship, his true nature will be revealed. I'll see how long he can keep up this pretense."
Feng Jin said this with a smile, but her words carried a chilling coldness that made one shudder.
Ling Mohan silently prayed for Ling Muzhu, hoping he could escape this ordeal. It was indeed unlucky for him to fall into Feng Jin's hands, and by not behaving himself and causing trouble, he was only bringing it upon himself.
"My dear wife, since the matter is resolved, let's go to bed."
He hadn't held his wife for two days, and even if he couldn't touch her, holding her would be enough.
Feng Jin's suspicious gaze scanned him back and forth, her mind clear, "We'll sleep in separate beds. You know the consequences if you misbehave."
"I will definitely be on my best behavior," Ling Mohan promised. After saying this, he pulled Feng Jin onto the bed, completely forgetting his previous words, and reached out to embrace Feng Jin.
"You..." Feng Jin struggled to push him away a couple of times, but the difference in strength between a man and a woman was too great. Feng Jin was still unable to move.
Helpless, she could only let him hold her.
The next morning, Feng Jin woke up early. By the time she arrived, Lu Shi had already begun training Ling Muzhu.
The way he was training seemed quite serious. Feng Jin rubbed her eyes, finally confirming she wasn't mistaken. It was truly astonishing...
"Greetings, Young Madam." Lu Shi, upon seeing Feng Jin, left Ling Muzhu to train on his own and hurried towards Feng Jin.
"Is he serious about this?"
Feng Jin pointed at Ling Muzhu and asked.
"It seems so. The young master woke up very early today. As soon as I arrived, he was already stretching his muscles."
Lu Shi was aware of Ling Muzhu's character, so he was indeed surprised by his change today.
In the past, Ling Muzhu would never wake up before noon.
Feng Jin remained skeptical about his change, "You two continue your training. I'm going to stretch my muscles."
After saying that, Feng Jin began practicing Tai Chi. This was a health-preserving exercise. She used to practice a set of Tai Chi every day, and had been doing so for more than ten years.
Since arriving here, her daily life had been too strenuous, and coupled with her bed being largely occupied by a certain person, she hadn't slept well every night. Naturally, she had neglected her long-standing habit.
After practicing a set of Tai Chi, Feng Jin felt refreshed and her fatigue had significantly dissipated.
"Young Madam, what kind of moves are you practicing? I've never seen them before."
Lu Shi watched for a long time but couldn't identify which martial arts school it belonged to.
He was considered knowledgeable and knew something about various martial arts schools. Yet, these moves were slow but executed with great fluidity. The seemingly weak moves were actually full of power.
He had never seen such profound martial arts before. The Young Madam was truly unfathomable, knowing such skills.
Ling Muzhu's gaze was also drawn to it. Feng Jin was amazing; she knew martial arts!
Feng Jin was slightly startled and then explained, "This is called Tai Chi. My master taught it to me. It's not a particularly powerful martial art, just for strengthening the body."
"Young Madam, could you teach me this Tai Chi?"
"Of course, no problem."