Translator: churnie

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　　“The cotton armor you made today will soon become countless items. From now on, our soldiers no longer need to face the arrows of the enemy without any protection and more people can survive and return to their hometowns alive. You will be the saviors of countless soldiers!” When Feng Ming talked about emotions, he can’t help but being excited, “​on behalf of Rong Tian, ​​on behalf of millions of soldiers, i thank you!” Holding the cotton armor in his hands, he unexpectedly kneel down upright.

　　When the three maids know that Feng Ming knelt down, their faces turn white and they are so frightened that they don’t know what to do, and all the three of them hurriedly kneel down.

　　“Duke Ming get up quickly, do you want to kill this servants?”

　　“Duke Ming, please don’t do this, even this servant died, we can’t afford this!”

　　Qiu Lan and Feng Ming kneel face to face, taking a deep look at Feng Ming, her lips seemed to be heavy, and she slowly whispering, “Duke Ming don’t thank us, if you really want to thank, it’s thanks to The Grace Of Order.”

　　Feng Ming looks at Qiu Lan in surprise and realized.

　　Autumn basket pursed her lips, showing a yearning and excitement on her delicate cheeks that had never been seen before.

　　She closes her bright eyes, as if reminiscing a poem, she gently says aloud, “Life is like a blank sheet of paper, what to draw on it is up to one to decide.”

　　Opening her eyes, the smiling eyes look at Feng Ming who is surprised, and she asks gently, “Wasn’t Duke Ming saying this?”

　　There’s a smile on his lips and it’s so beautiful.

　　Qiu Xing kneels beside, timidly pulls Feng Ming’s sleeve, and says with a voice softer than mosquitoes, “Isn’t this the small thing that came out after this servant drawing on my blank paper too?”

　　Feng Ming is stunned.

　　In an instant, he was full of pride, like a gust of wind.

　　“No! What you draw is not a small thing, but a big thing with thick pens and inks, which is more refined than the heavenly bird phoenix drawing by Tang Bohu…”

　　(t/n: Tang Bohu (courtesy name, nickname Tang Yin) is a painter, calligrapher and poet from Ming Dynasty)

　　Luo Yun happen to stride in at this moment and sees a man and three women kneeling strangely together, he stops abruptly and asks in a deep voice, “What happened?”

　　The four of them feel embarra.s.sed and quickly get up from the ground.

　　Feng Ming sees Luo Yun holding two wooden swords in his hand, he coughs to draw Luo Yun’s attention to himself, “Luo Yun, You want me to practice swordsmans.h.i.+p? It just so happens that I can spare some time today… ”

　　“This subordinate doesn’t come to look for the Young Master.” Luo Yun interrupts Feng Ming bluntly. His tone is always like this, but it doesn’t mean to make Feng Ming looks troubled. “Today Rong Hu should be responsible to guard Young Master personally, this subordinate have something else to do.”

　　Feng Ming nods with good temper, “Un, are you busy? I misunderstood because I saw you holding two wooden swords and i thought that one was for me.”

　　He’s unintentionally speaking, but Luo Yun feels guilty like a thief.

　　No wonder, this is the cottage where Qiu Yue and Qiu Xing live together, every time Luo Yun sends Qiu Yue to Fu Qi Men, he comes here to meet QiuYue. He gradually used to entering this small wooden door, who knows he b.u.mps into everyone today.

　　Boss Luo Yun uncomfortably says, “This subordinate did take two wooden swords, but these two wooden swords are not for the young master, but one is for this subordinate himself to use….”

　　He’s skillful in killing and burning, but he’s absolutely inexperienced in seducing girl, the more he explains, the more suspicious he becomes, as he said, his cheeks flushed for no reason.

　　(t/n: 杀人放火 to kill and burn (idiom): murder and arson)

　　The two wooden swords in his hand seem to be ten times heavier and the joints of his five fingers are pale.

　　Feng Ming, Qiu Lan, Qiu Xing look at him and then look at Qiu Yue, the three’s eyes again stare at Luo Yun, their eyes are obviously uncommon and narrow.

　　Qiu Xing has a lot of hatreds towards Luo Yun and also hate him the most, she not only looks at Luo Yun up and down numerously, but also prolongs her nasal ‘oh’ voice and asks, One is for yourself, so who is the other for?”

　　Qiu Yue is not easy to be bullied, but because Duke Ming is in front of her, she has endured it for a while, when she heard Qiu Xing provoke Luo Yun, she no longer endure it, she stomps her foot and raise her eyebrows, says “That wooden sword is for me, if I beat him on horseback, he has to obediently teach me swordsmans.h.i.+p. Why? Envy?”

　　Without waiting for everyone to react, she goes straight to Luo Yun and glares at him. “First of all, it will take two days before I have time to learn swordsmans.h.i.+p. I have something important to do these two days, by the way, your handwriting is also good, right? Just right, come and help me copy the book.”