Chapter 747: Fists and Kicks Yan Funing gave a short laugh: "So those maids at the door were frightened by you like this?"The boy was impatient: "Are you going to draw or not?" Yan Funing looked around: "There's not even a table or chair, how can I paint?" The young man pointed at the brushes, ink, paper and inkstone piled on the ground and said, "Draw on the ground. I draw on the ground just like that." "That won't do. I'm here to attend the Autumn Banquet today. I'm wearing nice clothes and I don't want to get them dirty." “The ground is clean.” "No matter how clean it is, I won't lie down." "Why are you so troublesome?" The young man walked a few steps and pointed to the stone table in the yard, "Can I draw?" "The stone table has small pits and depressions on the surface, and it is not flat enough. I need a smooth desk for my paintings, and I also need a ruler with scales." "Really annoying!" The young man muttered something, put down the crossbow in his hand, and without calling anyone, went to the next room and brought in a desk.

Then he pulled up another chair. "Get everything ready." He raised his chin and folded his arms. "Draw quickly. You need a ruler with scales. We don't have one." Yan Funing sighed, bent down to pick up the pen, ink, paper and inkstone from the ground, placed them on the desk one by one, and then sat down and picked up the pen. Although she didn't have a ruler, fortunately she had steady hands. Just a few strokes of the pen changed the boy's eyes. The tip of the pen held by the girl seemed to have a spirit, and the various details of the crossbow mechanism appeared delicately on the paper. She marked with arrows where the Wangshan and Xuandao should be installed. Not only that, there are also configurations for arrows. "If I find you a ruler with scales, can you draw better?" Yan Funing continued to paint with her head down: "It's not that I can paint better, but that I can control the data and details more accurately. After all, the more accurate it is, the more lethality it has." The young man said anxiously: "Don't draw yet, I'm going to find a ruler. I want a crossbow with high lethality." "I only agreed to paint one." Yan Funing kept writing, but after just a moment, she put down her pen. The young man picked up the drawing with joy and looked at it carefully, but he regretted it in a moment. If he had found a ruler, his crossbow drawing would have been more exquisite. "How can you help me draw another one?" he asked. Yan Funing stood up and said, "I won't paint today. I need to look through some medical books in your library." "Medical books? I have medical books." The boy raised his hand to lead the way.

The guard at the door and the maid were shocked when they saw this. When did the little ancestor of their palace become so polite? Yan Funing followed the young man into a room filled with bookshelves. The boy pointed to two rows of bookshelves and said, "These are medical books." Yan Funing took a few books and looked through them. When Yan Yu heard that Yan Funing was in the library, and remembered that her youngest son would be there too today, she rushed over in a hurry. Following the maid's instructions, she went straight to the outside of the study. Just as she was about to shout, she saw her little son, who had always been a misbehaving boy, helping Yan Funing get books from a high place. After being stunned for a moment, he finally shouted: "Long Xu, come out!" Long Xu glanced at his mother and shouted, "I won't help you entertain the guests. I'm busy." Yan Funing put down the book in her hand and bowed to Yan Yu: "Aunt." Yan Yu walked in with a smile and personally helped Yan Funing up: "Be good." Long Xu was surprised and asked Yan Funing: "Are you a daughter of the Yan family?" "How can you talk like that?" Yan Yu scolded, "She is your cousin." Wenrou then introduced Yan Funing: "This brat was born in late November, and you were born in December. Your mother gave birth to you while I was still in confinement. Otherwise, I would have accompanied her during the birthing process." If she had accompanied Hong Qingyi during the birthing, Yu would not have had the opportunity to do anything. Fortunately, her niece from her mother's side was finally found. "Do you know each other?" she asked again. Yan Funing nodded: "Since he could make the guards and maids afraid to say a word in the library, I guessed the identity of my cousin." Long Xu sneered: "Why didn't you say so earlier?" "It's really rare. You didn't want to talk to anyone in the past, but now you know how good your cousin is?" Yan Yu couldn't help but ask. You should know that this brat didn't even show up at Fu Ning's family reunion party. He kept saying that all his cousins ​​were boring. "Mother, she can draw a crossbow diagram." Long Xu said frankly. Yan Yu held his forehead with his hand. His youngest son was still the same as before. At this time, a servant came running over and said, "Princess, it's bad. There's a fight going on in the training ground." "We are in a martial arts competition, what's the fuss?" Long Xu shouted, "Don't make a fuss in the library!" The servant bowed his head and said softly, "There is indeed a duel. The young master who came with Master Yan San beat someone until he bled. The scene is now in chaos." "Bei Mo?" Yan Funing said hurriedly, "Aunt, I'll go take a look."

"Okay, your uncle is over there at the training ground. Just tell him what you want to do." After a slight pause, Yan Yu instructed his youngest son, "Long Xu, accompany Fu Ning there." I thought my youngest son would not agree, but he happily agreed: "I'll go." Yan Yu said with relief: "That's good. I have several princesses and wives of noble families to accompany me here. I really can't leave." Yan Funing followed Long Xu to the training ground. The training ground was far from the library, and it took more than a quarter of an hour to get there after walking quickly. When they arrived, they saw a high platform on the field. There was a fight going on on the platform and it looked quite chaotic. Someone in the audience covered his face and kept shouting, "Beat him up, beat him up hard!" There were also many men joining in the fun. Yan Funing's gaze shifted to the stage again, and she saw seven or eight men dressed as guards surrounding Yan Bojian and Fu Beimo, punching and kicking them. In this situation, no one would respond even if she shouted louder. We have to ask my uncle for help! So he asked the young man beside him: "Long Xu, where is my uncle?" Long Xu snorted: "No respect for elders or younger brothers." Just now in front of her mother, she called him little cousin, but now she called him by his name. After all, I looked around and saw no sign of my father, either among the people racing on the field or watching the excitement in the stands. "Father is not here." Having said that, he ordered his servant to look for it. Yan Funing had no choice but to lift her skirt and go to the stands. Long Xu hurriedly pulled her and said, "Are you crazy? What will you do if you get beaten?" Yan Funing couldn't care less and shouted, "Stop fighting, stop fighting!" Her voice was already pleasant to the ear, and now it was even more pleasing to the ear when she raised her voice. In addition, there were no noble ladies from aristocratic families coming to the parade ground, so when she shouted like that, everyone's eyes in the audience turned to her. But the fighting on the stage did not stop at all. Someone asked: "Whose girl is this? She's pretty." Someone said, "The legitimate daughter of the Yan family appeared at the palace banquet before." Suddenly, a young man with blood on his lips laughed sneerly: "Oh, that's the woman who taught Prince Chi to compete with Fu Zhuangyuan." The way he looked at Yan Funing made Yan Bojian and Fu Beimo on the podium feel uncomfortable. The two men began to fight, beating with twice as much force as before.

Long Xu shouted, "Whoever does that again, get out of Cheng Wang Mansion!" "Oh, a carpenter who can only carve wood also knows how to protect people?" The young man wiped the blood from the corner of his lip and said to the guards on the stage, "Keep fighting!"