Happy Marriage

"Brother Guan, An Sheng knows that you are good to me, but he is already aware of it. I have been thinking of a suitable reason, or an excuse, that will not hurt the relationship between you and me. Unfortunately, I didn't find it. I think , we are not suitable. I respect you, respect you as my elder brother, and am willing to be a close friend, but I don't want to get married. "

"Why?" Guan Hetian was so anxious that his tone changed.

An Sheng raised his head: "How do you think my sister is?"

Guan Hetian said without hesitation: "It is natural to be gentle, kind and considerate."

"Then say something inappropriate, if you let Brother Guan marry my sister, would you like it?"

Guan Hetian was stunned for a moment, and also shook his head without thinking: "Of course not."

"That's it, An Sheng, like Brother Guan, has many people he likes, admires, and respects, and everyone has a very important position in my heart and is indispensable. However, in the future, we will work together for a lifetime, yes of people, but only one.

It is like a winged bird. It is said that each winged bird has only one eye and one wing. Only when it encounters its other half can they become one and fly high. The sweetheart I married was not the best, but it was bound to be someone who could compete with me. "

Guan Hetian has been listening to An Sheng silently, his face is obviously lonely. The anxiety hung on his face, stiffened for a long time, and then slowly eased away, dissipating little by little, and then forced a smile, forcing a hearty smile.

"I thought An Sheng was different from those women who were sad in the spring and sad in the autumn. It turned out that he was not exempt. You are also full of longings and like to daydream."

An Sheng laughed at himself: "I was originally a layman, but Big Brother Xu often listened to my sister compliment me, so he beautified me in his heart."

"Maybe, anyway, so far, I think you are the best, don't be swayed, don't be pretentious." Guan Hetian scratched his head and smiled a little embarrassedly: "Haha, just say it, just say it."

For a while, I didn't know how to speak again, so I threw my hands at An Sheng: "That's so disturbing today, farewell, farewell!"

Putting down his hand, he felt that it was too Jianghu and inappropriate. An Sheng saw a joke and coughed lightly: "I, I'm leaving."

After speaking, without waiting for An Sheng to react, he fled.

An Sheng felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, and always felt a little guilty. I'm sorry Guan Hetian. But it is true that the relationship cannot be forced. Long pain is worse than short pain. Now he only has a slight affection for himself. It is better to make it clear and clear, so as not to get entangled in the future and everyone will be hurt.

She was afraid that she would be embarrassed to see everyone when she went out, so she stopped and hesitated in the yard for a while before she gathered up the courage to go out.

The front yard is still busy in an orderly manner. Leng Nanxian sat behind the case, put his three fingers on the patient's pulse, closed his eyes and focused, hearing An Sheng's light footsteps, his eyelashes trembled invisibly.

An Sheng tried his best to reduce his sense of existence, and found things to do himself. He felt that at this time, his whole body became more relaxed, as if he had lifted a heavy burden.

The patient's face became more and more ugly. He looked at Leng Nanxian carefully, and saw that he frowned slightly, and his heart was even more uneasy.

"Leng Shenyi? Leng Shenyi?" He called twice, but Leng Nanxian didn't answer.

He finally cried out in fear: "Doctor Leng, how many days do I have to live? Just tell the truth, don't hide it from me."

Leng Nanxian finally opened his eyes: "Ah? What do you mean?"

The patient looked sad: "I knew for a long time that my illness was going to die soon, and I had no effect on seeking medical treatment and medicine. I had already prepared in my heart. You can speak bluntly, and I can arrange the funeral."

Leng Nanxian was inexplicable: "Your illness is not that serious, why are you still alive?"

"Are you okay?" The patient was suspicious.

Leng Nanxian nodded: "I'll give you a prescription, you can drink it for seven days before seeing the effect."

The patient looked like the rest of his life: "Then why did you check my pulse for a long time and didn't say anything? I thought it was a terminal illness, which scared me to death."

Leng Nanxian picked up the pen and paper in a panic: "I'm thinking about how to make a prescription."

The patient pointed at him again: "Master Leng, your pen is down."

Leng Nanxian's hand trembled slightly, hurriedly overturned the brush, and the ink stained his hand.

An Sheng smiled slightly, and stepped forward to take the brush from him: "Master, tell me to write it."

Leng Nanxian coughed lightly to cover up his embarrassment, and explained the prescription in a succinct manner.

The patient took the prescription and thanked him a lot. Before leaving, he gave Leng Nanxian a strange look: "Divine Doctor Leng shouldn't be sick too, right? Why does he always seem dizzy and absent-minded?"

Leng Nanxian's face turned red, a little unnatural.

An Sheng turned around and raised his hand, and touched his forehead: "Master shouldn't be really uncomfortable, right? Why is his face red?"

Leng Nanxian lowered his face and blocked An Sheng's hand: "Master himself is a doctor, is it possible that you are sick and don't know?"

An Sheng smiled "hee hee": "It's so fierce, if there is any more discomfort in the future, the disciple can ignore it."

Leng Nanxian glared at her: "It's true that women's colleges don't stay, can you still have one-third of an acre of my master's land in your heart?"

An Sheng pursed his mouth: "Even you make fun of me?"

Turn around and do things on your own,

Leng Nanxian clenched his fist with his hand and coughed again, "That Guan Hetian is just and forthright, and he won't treat you badly if he wants to come here."

An Sheng's men froze and turned his face: "Master just can't wait to marry his disciple?"

"Marrying or not marrying is your own will. If you want to marry, no one can stop you." Leng Nanxian said coldly.

An Sheng snorted coldly from the end of his nose, a little annoyed: "Who said I want to marry?"

Leng Nanxian was suddenly overjoyed: "You didn't promise Guan Hetian?"

An Sheng bowed his head and remained silent.

Leng Nanxian curled up and loosened his hands, his palms were full of sweat: "I saw Guan Hetian go out with a smile when he was leaving, his face full of spring breeze, I thought you promised him."

"Sister said that he is the most suitable person for me. He can change my current destiny and make me cherish this opportunity. But I refused." An Sheng bit his lower lip and whispered.

Leng Nanxian grinned and nodded impatiently: "He is indeed not suitable, you deserve better."

"But I always feel a little guilty and feel sorry for him." An Sheng truthfully explained his thoughts and told Leng Nanxian.

"Guan Hetian is a loud man, he can definitely afford it and let it go. I believe he will be relieved soon." Leng Nanxian Ruyu's nose was covered with fine beads of sweat, and his face became more red and flashed with excitement.

An Sheng gave a soft "um".

The autumn wind is getting cooler every day, and it is late autumn in a blink of an eye.

Xue finally breathed a sigh of relief and stopped worrying about Xue Xiuliang every day. An Sheng thought that she would keep her eyes on Aunt Rou.

Although it is true that she is her confidant, her existence does not pose any threat to her.

Aunt Rou was different. Aunt Rou became more and more favored, and the food and clothing expenses were good in the mansion. As long as Xia Yuanwai returned to the mansion, he would guard her almost every step of the way, turning a blind eye to the hospitality of the Xue family.

The servants of the mansion saw the wind and turned the rudder, and Xue's position in the mansion was already deteriorating and in jeopardy.

An Sheng could see the undisguised anger in Xue's eyes when she looked at Aunt Rou, but strangely, she was always quiet and didn't make any movements.

An Sheng and Aunt Rou seldom walked around, always avoiding the Xue family, deliberately alienating them.

But now, Xia Yuanwai's attitude towards An Sheng has changed greatly, as if he suddenly found out his conscience, he is also concerned about her food and clothing costs, and even asks about her trivial matters in the medicine house, just like every time An amiable father who did his duty.

In the face of this lost and found father's love, An Sheng was cautious, lest one day it would disappear again.

She felt that this was the most comfortable time she had had since her mother went, and she could finally go to the medicine house without any worries, and then came back with a smile on her face.

Her knowledge has also advanced by leaps and bounds these days, and she has been able to learn to diagnose some common diseases under the guidance of Leng Nanxian, and then prescribe the right prescriptions.

The Meng family had already sent someone to inform Xia Yuanwai and the Xue family of the good news of An Ran's pregnancy. As a maiden's family, Xue's need to bring supplements to visit An Ran, which is a courtesy.

Chang Jing picked it up from Zhuangzi, and was still serving in front of Xia Ziwu, causing the people in the house to talk behind their backs.

When An Sheng came back from the medicine house, he was surprised when he saw Chang Jing for the first time.

Chang Jing lost a lot of weight all over her body, her eyes were sunken, and a veil was covering her face to hide the scars on her face. And because of the scars, her eyes are not as bright as before, with obvious deformation. It can be seen how cruel she was to herself in the first place.

She has become a veritable ugly monster, dodging the eyes of the people in the house, always walking with her head lowered, not daring to raise her face.

Because it was in the yard, it was inconvenient for the two of them to talk, so An Sheng just asked indifferently, "Are you back?"

Immediately looked away, worried that Chang Jing was too sensitive.

Chang Jingfu said to An Sheng a thousand blessings, and said in a low voice, "Yes, Second Miss, Madam ordered me to serve with Third Miss."

"In the past?" An Sheng sharply grasped these two words.

Chang Jing's voice became even lower: "Meng Family."

An Sheng's body couldn't help but tremble.

What does Xue Shi mean? If you want to send Xia Ziwu to Meng's house, do you want to repeat the old trick?

Chang Jing had already wiped her side and walked over, and softly spit out a few words: "I'll go tomorrow afternoon."

An Sheng stood there for a moment, she was only immersed in the joy of her sister's pregnancy, but ignored the existence and threat of Xia Ziwu. In these days, things in the house followed, and Xia Ziwu's thoughts about Meng Jinglun were suppressed. She thought that Xia Ziwu had given up.

Now, when An Ran is pregnant, there is an opportunity to take advantage of it. The Xue family has once again performed the same trick, sending the scourge of Xia Ziwu to An Ran.