The charming widow of the Marquis's mansion: The stable boy carries the flag and raises the dra

Qin Minglan's breath sprayed onto Wang Long's face, carrying a faint fragrance of osmanthus.

The girl's body was soft and warm, and through her thin clothes, he could clearly feel her heartbeat, rapid and strong.

Wang Long paused for a moment, then grinned.

"Young Miss, why are you being so enthusiastic so early in the morning?"

Qin Minglan's face flushed bright red instantly, from her neck all the way to her ears.

"You—you shut up!"

She frantically tried to prop herself up, but her hand slipped across his chest, and she fell back down, her lips brushing against his cheek, leaving a warm mark.

Qin Minglan panicked completely, using both hands and feet to scramble off him and fall to the floor beside the bed.

"You...you..."

She pointed at Wang Long, her fingers trembling, her almond-shaped eyes filled with shame and anger, and her eyes were already red.

Wang Long sat up, rubbed the back of his head that had been hit, and looked completely innocent.

"Young Miss, it was you who pounced on me! This old servant didn't do anything..."

"You still dare to talk back!"

Qin Minglan jumped up from the ground, her fists clenched so tightly they cracked, wishing she could smash his old face to pieces.

But then he realized that he had indeed pounced on her by accident, and he couldn't find a reason to lash out.

She took a deep breath and then exhaled.

Take another deep breath, then exhale.

After several attempts, the blush on her face faded a little.

"You old fool, listen to me carefully."

Qin Minglan stretched out her finger and poked Wang Long's chest, saying each word clearly.

"If you dare utter a single word about what just happened, I'll make you wish you were dead!"

Wang Long nodded quickly, his face full of sincerity.

She threatens herself every day not to tell anyone; this little girl is so cute.

"Don't worry, young lady, this old servant is very tight-lipped and will absolutely not tell anyone."

Qin Minglan snorted, turned around, and faced away from him.

"Hurry up and get dressed, I'll be waiting for you outside."

After saying that, he strode out of the room.

Wang Long sat on the bed, watching her figure disappear through the doorway. He reached out and touched his cheek that had been wiped, a smile curving his lips.

This little girl is easier to manipulate than he imagined.

He slowly got dressed and went out the door.

Qin Minglan stood in the courtyard, her back to him, arms crossed, her ponytail swaying gently in the morning breeze.

Hearing footsteps, she turned around, the blush on her face had mostly faded, and she had regained her air of a young lady.

"Hurry up, you're dawdling!"

Wang Long walked up to her and bowed slightly.

"This old servant greets the young lady. The young lady is truly diligent; she is a model of diligence for our Marquis's household!"

"Stop talking nonsense."

Qin Minglan drew the long sword from her waist and handed it to Wang Long.

"I practiced that move from yesterday all night. Show me if it's correct."

Wang Long took the sword and weighed it in his hand.

This sword is quite heavy, its blade gleams with a cold light, and a jade-green gem is inlaid on the hilt; it is clearly not an ordinary item.

"Young Miss, this sword..."

"A low-grade Earth-rank spiritual weapon is called 'Azure Frost'."

Qin Minglan raised her chin slightly, with a hint of smugness in her expression.

"My sister-in-law spent a fortune buying this for me last year. What do you think? Pretty good, right?"

Wang Long nodded and handed the sword back to her. As expected of Luo Hanyi's darling, she was willing to spend money on him.

The price of this sword was an astronomical figure that Wang Long could not even imagine.

"Young Miss, we're not in a hurry to condense sword energy today. Let's continue practicing the basics."

"Base?"

Qin Minglan frowned.

"I started practicing swordsmanship when I was three years old. Do I need you to teach me the basics?"

Wang Long smiled, walked to the clump of green bamboo in the courtyard, and broke off a bamboo branch about three feet long.

"This old servant has seen the young lady's swordsmanship. The moves are sharp and the momentum is strong, but there is a fatal flaw."

Qin Minglan's face darkened: "What defect?"

"Fancy".

Wang Long held the bamboo branch and slowly drew an arc in the air.

"The young lady's sword strikes are too fast and too urgent. She seems to want to cleave her opponent in two with one strike, so she uses all her strength in every strike."

"Is there anything wrong with this?"

"Of course not."

Wang Long turned around and looked at Qin Minglan.

"A sword is not a knife; a sword is about precision, not brute force."

"The young lady used all her strength in every sword strike. The first sword strike was indeed powerful, but the second sword strike was three points weaker, the third sword strike was three points weaker, and by the tenth sword strike, she had exhausted her strength."

"If the opponent survives the first ten sword strikes, the young lady will be at their mercy."

Qin Minglan was stunned, her almond-shaped eyes wide open and her mouth slightly agape.

She had practiced swordsmanship for so many years, and no one had ever said these things to her before.

The guards in the Marquis's mansion only flattered her, saying that her swordsmanship was superb and that she was exceptionally talented.

Those young masters from noble families would only praise her beauty and say that her swordsmanship was as beautiful as her dance.

No one ever told her—

Your sword is too flashy.

"Then... what do you suggest we do?"

Qin Minglan lowered her voice unconsciously, with a hint of humility in her voice.

Wang Long walked up to her and extended his hand.

"Young lady, give the sword to this old servant."

Qin Minglan hesitated for a moment, but still handed over the Azure Frost Sword.

Wang Long took the sword, but instead of using it, he placed it aside and handed her the bamboo branch.

"Please use this first, young lady."

Qin Minglan took the bamboo branch, looking suspicious.

"Use this to practice?"

"right."

Wang Long walked behind her, put his left arm around her waist, and held her hand holding the bamboo branch with his right hand.

The familiar touch made Qin Minglan's body stiffen slightly, but she didn't push him away like she did yesterday.

"relax."

Wang Long's voice rang in her ears, deep and gentle.

"Today, this old servant will teach the young lady her first move—the thorn."

"prick?"

Qin Minglan frowned. "Who wouldn't you stab?"

"The young lady's 'thorn' uses arm strength."

Wang Long held her hand and slowly raised the bamboo branch.

"The real 'thrust' uses the power of the whole body, starting from the soles of the feet, transmitting to the waist, from the waist to the shoulder, from the shoulder to the arm, from the arm to the wrist, and from the wrist to the tip of the sword."

"This is called 'whole-body strength'."

As he spoke, he grasped Qin Minglan's hand and thrust it forward sharply.

"laugh--!"

A thin wisp of sword energy shot out from the tip of the bamboo branch, flying silently three zhang away and striking the courtyard wall.

On the blue brick wall, there is a hole about the thickness of a finger, with smooth, mirror-like edges.

Qin Minglan stared wide-eyed at the hole in the wall, then at the bamboo stick in her hand, her face filled with disbelief.

"This...how is this possible? You didn't even use any force!"

Wang Long released her hand and took a step back.

"Did you feel it, young lady? That thrust just now, this old servant didn't use arm strength, but whole-body strength."

Qin Minglan looked down at her hands, savoring the feeling of that moment just now.

Indeed, when Wang Long held her hand and drew his sword, she felt a force rising from the soles of her feet, passing through her waist, back, shoulders, and arms, and finally converging at her fingertips.

The force wasn't large, but it possessed a strange penetrating power.

"Again!"

Qin Minglan gripped the bamboo branch tightly, her eyes blazing with fighting spirit.

Wang Long smiled and walked back behind her, putting his left arm around her waist and holding her hand with his right.

"Young lady, remember this feeling, do it again."