Ling Muzhu grabbed the saddle, jumped for a long time, but still couldn't get on. His hands were already marked with several red bloodstains.
Ling Mohan watched Ling Muzhu, who was acting like a clown, with cold eyes. He sighed helplessly and waved his hand, signaling Lu Shi to step forward.
With Lu Shi's help, Ling Muzhu finally managed to get on the horse.
"Hold the saddle tightly, and clamp your legs against the horse's belly..." Ling Mohan said in a low, deep voice.
Ling Muzhu listened attentively like a good child. As soon as he gently squeezed his legs against the horse's belly, the horse roared as if out of control, shaking its body violently, as if trying to throw Ling Muzhu off.
If Lu Shi hadn't intervened in time, Ling Muzhu would have fallen by now.
Ling Muzhu, having narrowly escaped, hugged the horse's neck tightly. His heart was still pounding, and his face was ashen, devoid of any color.
Ling Mohan was filled with disdain. The Ling family had produced generals with meritorious service for generations, and all the men practiced martial arts. How could it be that Ling Muzhu turned out to be a mere pretty boy, good-looking but useless?
In desperation, he had to ask a guard to lead the horse, finally allowing Ling Muzhu to ride home.
Upon arriving at the Ling mansion, Ling Muzhu followed Ling Mohan, his face solemn, as if troubled by something, and remained silent for a long time.
Finally, he ran in front of Ling Mohan and said, "Brother, can you teach me martial arts?"
Originally, all the men in the Ling family were supposed to practice martial arts. However, he was mischievous in his youth and couldn't bear the hardship of practicing martial arts, so he begged his father to exempt him from this curriculum.
As a result, he now had a frail body that couldn't lift a shoulder or raise a hand.
No matter what, he was determined to start practicing martial arts from scratch and never let Feng Jin look down on him again.
He had to prove himself, no matter what...
"You want to practice martial arts?" Ling Mohan asked uncertainly. This boy had never been able to endure any hardship since he was young. He would probably complain after only two days of training and then give up halfway, as this was something he often did.
"I will definitely persevere this time and will never give up halfway."
Ling Muzhu's face was filled with determination. He was indeed resolute about practicing martial arts.
"I have matters to attend to in the army and cannot get away. Tomorrow, I will have Lu Shi teach you martial arts early in the morning."
Ling Mohan directly transferred this important task to Lu Shi, finding a very good excuse for himself.
"Thank you, brother, for making arrangements for me." Ling Muzhu was not one to complain. He was already content to have someone willing to teach him.
And Lu Shi became that unlucky soul. Teaching this young master was less comfortable and pleasant than going to the barracks.
He only worried that after teaching for only two or three days, the young master would complain of hardship and fatigue and want to quit, making all his efforts in vain.
...
"What... Ling Muzhu said he 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 ask to practice martial arts. Was it possible that Ling Mohan was deliberately saying this to tease him?
Ling Mohan nodded solemnly, "He said it himself."
Feng Jin's face was full of surprise. This was not logical. Could it be that Ling Muzhu's brain had been overworked by doing manual labor these past few days, which caused such a rapid change?
This was not right... not right...
Or was he just pretending, putting on a show of having changed for the better?
"Don't think about it. We'll know if it's true or not in a few days," Ling Mohan said, putting his arm around Feng Jin's shoulder.
"You're right, why didn't I think of that? Let Lu Shi train him properly. If he can't handle the hardship, his true colors will be revealed. I'd like to see how many days he can pretend."
Feng Jin's lips curved into a smile as she said this, but her words carried a chilling aura, making one's blood run cold.
Ling Mohan silently prayed for Ling Muzhu in his heart, hoping he could escape this ordeal. It was unlucky for him to fall into Feng Jin's hands, and yet he insisted on causing trouble. It was truly his own doing, and he couldn't blame anyone else.
"My dear, since things are settled, let's go to bed."
He hadn't held his wife for two days. Even if he couldn't touch her, holding her would be enough.
Feng Jin looked at him suspiciously, her mind clear, "We'll sleep in separate beds. You know the consequences if you misbehave."
"I'll definitely behave," Ling Mohan promised. He then pulled Feng Jin onto the bed and promptly forgot his own words. He reached out and pulled Feng Jin into his embrace.
"You..." Feng Jin struggled and pushed him away a couple of times, but the difference in strength between men and women was too great. Feng Jin was still unable to move.
In desperation, she had no choice but to let him hold her.
The next morning, Feng Jin woke up early. When she arrived, Lu Shi was already training Ling Muzhu.
The way he was training seemed serious. Feng Jin rubbed her eyes, finally confirming that she wasn't mistaken. It was truly astonishing...
"Greetings, young madam." Seeing Feng Jin, Lu Shi let Ling Muzhu train by himself and hurried over to Feng Jin.
"Is he really serious?"
Feng Jin pointed at Ling Muzhu and asked.
"It seems so. Young master got up very early today. By the time I arrived, he was already warming up his muscles."
Lu Shi also knew Ling Muzhu's character, so he was indeed surprised by his change today.
In the past, Ling Muzhu would never get out of bed before the sun was high in the sky.
Feng Jin remained skeptical about his change. "You continue your training. I'll do some exercises."
With that said, Feng Jin began to practice Tai Chi. This was a treasure for maintaining health. She used to practice a set of Tai Chi every day for more than ten years.
Since arriving here, her daily life had been too strenuous, and on top of that, a large portion of the bed was occupied by someone else, making her sleep poorly every night. Naturally, her long-standing habit had been disrupted.
After practicing a set of Tai Chi, Feng Jin felt refreshed and her fatigue had dissipated significantly.
"Young madam, what kind of moves are you practicing? I've never seen them before."
Lu Shi watched for a long time and couldn't identify which school of martial arts it belonged to.
He was quite knowledgeable and knew something about the martial arts of various schools. However, these moves were slow but graceful, and their seemingly soft movements possessed considerable force.
He had never seen such profound techniques before. The young madam was truly unfathomable, to be able to practice such martial arts.
Even Ling Muzhu was drawn to it. Feng Jin was too amazing; she actually knew martial arts.
Feng Jin was slightly taken aback, then explained, "This is called Tai Chi. My master taught me. It's not a very powerful martial art, just for strengthening the body."
"Young madam, can you teach me this Tai Chi?"
"Of course, no problem."