Feng Jin readily agreed. In modern times, everyone knew a move or two of Tai chi.
"Thank you, young madam," Lu Shi said, overjoyed. He was already obsessed with martial arts, and it was a great honor for the young madam to teach him. He quickly followed Feng Jin to learn.
Ling Muzhu, left by the side, also followed Feng Jin and started practicing.
After all, his foundation was weak. After a set of Tai chi, Lu Shi could remember about seventy to eighty percent, while Ling Muzhu only remembered a move or two, and even those were disjointed.
"This is wrong. Your hand should be a little lower, and your leg should be straight..."
Feng Jin tirelessly stepped forward to specifically guide Ling Muzhu's movements.
Practicing in such a non-standard way was useless.
Looking at Lu Shi, his movements were standard and connected. Indeed, they couldn't be compared.
Lu Shi, the model student, had practiced Tai chi twice early on and felt his whole body relaxed. Even the old injury on his chest was not as uncomfortable.
The battle with Cangnan Kingdom years ago had directly injured his internal organs. Fortunately, the young general carried him back from the battlefield. After days and nights of rescue, he barely clung to life, but the chest wound left sequelae, and he would occasionally feel chest tightness.
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However, after practicing Tai chi, his chest tightness was relieved, and his breathing became smoother.
"Tai chi can help recuperate your old injury, but you only need to practice it twice a day. This old injury of yours has been there for years and needs gradual recuperation. I will prescribe a formula for you. After drinking three doses, it will be completely cured."
Feng Jin had long noticed Lu Shi's old injury but had not found an opportunity to mention it. This time, she took the chance to speak out.
"Young madam, how did you know I had an old injury?" He hadn't mentioned this to anyone. How did the young madam know?
Feng Jin pointed to her eyes and explained, "I naturally observed it. Sometimes your breathing sounds are uneven and inconsistent in continuity, so I guessed you might have suffered a severe blow to your lungs. Coupled with what I learned from Ling Mohan, that you were injured in the lungs on the battlefield before, I naturally understood what was going on."
Lu Shi was full of surprise at this point, admiring Feng Jin even more. "Young madam is wise, this subordinate is impressed."
Ling Muzhu was also stunned. He had never known Feng Jin to be so capable.
Earlier, he had foolishly sought trouble with Feng Jin, and each time he was severely beaten. Now, it seemed he deserved his suffering.
"Continue practicing and strive to remember all the Tai chi moves within three days. Your body is weak, so practicing Tai chi more can strengthen your body and cultivate your temperament. It is much more effective than you rushing to practice martial arts now."
With Ling Muzhu's frail physique, practicing martial arts and undergoing strenuous training would take half his life. Practicing Tai chi with her was much more stable.
"Understood," Ling Muzhu replied softly and began practicing the moves.
However, his foundation was weak, and he couldn't even straighten his legs. Ling Muzhu found even the simplest moves very difficult.
Feng Jin shook her head helplessly. "We'll only learn this much today. You must practice more after you go back. Tomorrow morning, at the same place, I will check. If it's the same as today, you won't have breakfast tomorrow."
This boy, when no one was watching, would become lazy. He had a lot of little tricks, but if he put them to good use, even his cleverness would be in vain.
After practicing Tai chi, Feng Jin and the others went to the medical hall as usual. She also asked Lu Shi to get two guards to help move the bottles and jars into the carriage.
"Young madam, what are these bottles filled with?"
Lu Shi carried the last box onto the carriage, panting from exhaustion. The bottles were exquisitely made, and he wondered what treasures were inside.
"It's an improved version of the Qingfeng Yulu Paste. It can heal wounds, fade scars, and also beautify the skin. It's truly multi-purpose. Lu Shi, I'll give you two bottles to use. If you have a girl you like, it's perfect to give to her."
Qingfeng Yulu Paste was suitable for both men and women, making it a preferred choice for personal use or as a gift.
Feng Jin generously handed a few bottles to Lu Shi. "If you find it effective for yourself, you can also help me promote it."
His companions were all martial artists, and they would inevitably have some wounds on their bodies. It was a good opportunity for Lu Shi to help her promote it.
"Cai Qing, have you found the people I asked you to look for?"
"I've found them all, young madam. I've asked them to wait at the medical hall."
It took quite a lot of effort to search the entire city to find six suitable people.
"Let's go to the medical hall," Feng Jin instructed. They all got into the carriage. Only Ling Muzhu stubbornly sat outside the carriage, refusing to get inside.
Ling Wan hesitated for a moment, then lifted the curtain and said, "There are too many people and prying eyes along the way. Why don't you sit inside?"
After all, Ling Muzhu was somewhat famous in the capital. Sitting outside the carriage as a coachman would surely cause gossip.
"It's fine, you go in first," Ling Muzhu was determined to sit outside.
Ling Wan could only return to the carriage with a wry smile and shook her head at Feng Jin. "Sister-in-law, he insists on staying outside and refuses to come in."
"If he likes staying outside, let him stay outside," Feng Jin deliberately raised her voice and said, "I've seen it. It's raining outside today. If you get soaked, don't blame me for not warning you."
Just as Feng Jin predicted, it started pouring rain within half an hour.
Ling Muzhu, soaked through, scrambled into the carriage.
Feng Jin couldn't help but chuckle. "I told you it was raining outside, and now you're drenched."
"Cai Qing, get a towel and dry the young master."
"Yes, young madam." Cai Qing took a towel from the back of the carriage and handed it to Ling Muzhu. "Young master, please wipe yourself, lest you catch a cold."
Ling Muzhu hesitated, then took the towel and whispered, "Thank you."
His voice was very soft, so Ling Wan and Cai Qing didn't hear it, but Feng Jin, with her excellent hearing, keenly caught it.
It was worth her efforts in diligently tutoring him these past few days; she was finally seeing some results.
When they arrived at the medical hall, Ling Muzhu got off the carriage first and helped Feng Jin alight.
"Cai Qing, go and brew some ginger soup to dispel the wind and cold."
On the way, she had heard Ling Muzhu sneeze a few times.
"Yes, young madam."
When Feng Jin entered, several people with scars on their faces were standing in the medical hall. The scars were all quite terrifying.
"How did you get the scar on your face?"
Feng Jin looked at a woman with an egg-sized scar on her left cheek. The woman appeared to be only fourteen or fifteen years old.