Feng Jin readily agreed. In modern times, almost everyone knew a move or two of Tai Chi.
"Thank you, young madam," Lu Shi said with elation. 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 to the side, also followed Feng Jin and began to practice.
With a weak foundation, Lu Shi managed to remember about seventy to eighty percent after a set of Tai Chi. Ling Muzhu, however, only remembered one and a half moves, and even those were disjointed.
"This is not right. Your hand needs to be lower, and your leg straightened..."
Feng Jin tirelessly stepped forward to guide Ling Muzhu's movements.
Practicing incorrectly was a waste of effort.
In contrast, Lu Shi's movements were standard and connected. It was indeed not comparable.
The excellent student, Lu Shi, had already practiced Tai Chi twice and felt a sense of relief throughout his body. Even the old injury on his chest was less painful.
The battle with the Cangnan Kingdom years ago had directly injured his internal organs. It was thanks to the young general who carried him back from the battlefield that his life was saved after days and nights of rescue. However, his chest was left with sequelae, and he would occasionally feel chest tightness.
After practicing Tai Chi, his chest tightness had significantly eased, and his breathing had become more comfortable.
"Tai Chi can help regulate your old injury, but practicing it twice a day is sufficient. Your old injury has been there for years, and it requires gradual recuperation. I will prescribe a medicinal formula for you to take for three doses, and it will be completely cured."
Feng Jin had long noticed the old injury within Lu Shi, but she had been hesitant to mention it. This was a good opportunity to speak up.
"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 observed it, naturally. Your breathing sometimes lacked consistency in depth and flow, leading me to guess that you might have suffered a severe injury to your lungs. Coupled with what I learned from Ling Mo Han about you being injured in the lungs on the battlefield, I naturally figured out what happened."
Lu Shi was filled with astonishment and admired 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, only to be beaten badly each time. Now, it seemed he was just asking for trouble.
"Continue practicing. Aim to memorize all the moves of Tai Chi within three days. Your body is weak, and practicing Tai Chi more can strengthen your body and cultivate your mind. It is far more beneficial than rushing to learn martial arts as you are now."
With Ling Muzhu's frail physique, the rigorous training of martial arts would exhaust him. Practicing Tai Chi with her would be much more stable.
"Understood," Ling Muzhu replied softly and began to practice the movements.
However, his foundation was weak, and he couldn't even straighten his legs. Ling Muzhu found even the simplest moves strenuous.
Feng Jin shook her head helplessly. "We'll learn these for today. You must practice diligently after you go back. Tomorrow morning, at the same spot, I will conduct a review. If you perform as you did today, you will not have breakfast tomorrow."
This young man, without supervision, would become lazy. He had plenty of cleverness, but if it weren't applied to the right things, all his intelligence 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 help two guards move the bottles and jars into the carriage.
"Young madam, what are these bottles filled with?"
Lu Shi, carrying the last box onto the carriage, was panting. The bottles were exquisitely made, and he wondered what treasures they contained.
"It's an improved version of Qing Feng Yu Lu Gao. It can heal wounds, fade scars, and also beautify the complexion. It's a product with multiple uses. Lu Shijun, take two bottles to use. If you have a lady you fancy, this would be a perfect gift for her."
Qing Feng Yu Lu Gao was suitable for both men and women, making it an excellent choice for personal use or as a gift.
Feng Jin generously handed a few bottles to Lu Shi. "If you find the effects good for yourself, you can also help me promote it."
His companions were all martial artists, and they would inevitably sustain some injuries. Lu Shi could help her promote it well.
"Cai Qing, have you found the people I asked you to look for?"
"I have found them, young madam. I have already instructed them to wait at the medical hall."
It had taken considerable effort to find six suitable people after searching the entire city.
"Let's go to the medical hall," Feng Jin ordered. They all boarded the carriage, except for Ling Muzhu, who stubbornly insisted on sitting outside.
Ling Wan hesitated for a moment, then lifted the curtain. "There are many people and prying eyes along the way. Why don't you sit inside?"
After all, Ling Muzhu was somewhat well-known in the capital. Him acting as a driver outside the carriage would surely invite gossip.
"It's fine. You go inside first." Ling Muzhu was determined to stay outside.
Ling Wan could only return to the carriage sheepishly 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 said, deliberately raising her voice. "I saw that it's going to rain today. If you get wet, don't blame me for not warning you."
Just as Feng Jin predicted, within half an hour, it began to pour.
Ling Muzhu, drenched to the bone, scrambled into the carriage in a sorry state.
Feng Jin couldn't help but chuckle. "I told you it was going to rain, and now you've been rained on."
"Cai Qing, get a towel for the young master to wipe off the rainwater."
"Yes, young madam." Cai Qing took a towel from the back of the carriage and handed it to Ling Muzhu. "Young master, wipe yourself first. Don't catch a cold."
Ling Muzhu hesitated for a moment before taking the towel. He lowered his head and whispered, "Thank you."
His voice was very faint, so faint that Ling Wan and Cai Qing didn't hear it, but Feng Jin, with her excellent hearing, caught it.
It was worth her spending so much effort training him these past few days. Finally, there was some progress.
Upon arriving at the medical hall, Ling Muzhu was the first to alight from the carriage and helped Feng Jin disembark.
"Cai Qing, go and make some ginger soup to ward off the cold."
On the way, she had heard Ling Muzhu sneeze a few times.
"Yes, young madam."
When Feng Jin entered, there were several people with disfiguring scars on their faces standing inside the medical hall.
"How did you get the scar on your face?"
Feng Jin looked at a woman whose face bore a scar the size of an egg, appearing to be only fourteen or fifteen years old.