Happy Marriage

The medicine is fragrant.

The door was closed, and there was silence.

Sister Feng and Qianzhou were not there.

Guan Hetian said worriedly, "You should go back with me, right?"

An Sheng shook his head: "Go ahead, brother Guan, I'll just wait here for a while."

"I'll accompany you."

"No need," An Sheng looked at the sky: "Sister Feng is always here. Maybe she just went into the city to buy things. She will be back in a while. You can go back."

Guan Hetian nodded: "Then I'm leaving."

An Sheng nodded and watched Guan Hetian's carriage gradually disappear from his sight. Just then he took off his disguise and all his energy was taken away. He collapsed immediately and sat down slowly along the wooden door.

It was sunset and dusk, the setting sun was like blood, and the western sky was covered with a gorgeous sunset.

An Sheng raised his eyes and looked at the red sky, his eyes stinging, and tears shed again unconsciously.

Her brain was also dizzy, and she had not entered the water for a day, which made her feel a little collapsed. He curled up, buried his face in his knees, was tired from crying, and fell asleep unknowingly.

Leng Nanxian didn't return to Yaolu until late at night.

He was running all day and fell asleep while leaning on the carriage.

Qianzhou jumped out of the carriage to open the door. He was startled when he saw the shadow curled up at the door. He got closer and saw that it was An Sheng. He couldn't help but exclaimed, "Miss An Sheng?"

An Sheng was half asleep and didn't wake up, but Leng Nanxian in the car pulled the curtain and jumped out of the car.

The night was cold and the dew was even deeper. An Sheng leaned against the door, clasped his shoulders tightly, and shrank into a ball, his body was already soaked with the moisture of the night dew.

"An Sheng?" Leng Nanxian squatted down: "Why are you here?"

An Sheng woke up, raised his face, opened his sleepy eyes, and only woke up to his situation after a long while.

"Master, are you back?"

"How did you sleep here? When did you come? Why didn't you go home?" Leng Nanxian suddenly burst into anger: "In such cold weather, you will catch cold when you sleep here! Why don't you know how to take care of yourself? body?"

Leng Nanxian scolded his head and covered his face, causing An Sheng to be at a loss for a moment. She pursed her lips and gave Leng Nanxian a far-fetched smile: "Master, I was kicked out, I really have nowhere to go."

Leng Nanxian's heart suddenly tightened, and he didn't need to ask more, he already understood: "Don't worry, Master will get justice for you."

An Sheng used the night to hide the bitterness in his eyes, and asked with a smile, "Can Master take me in now?"

Leng Nanxian smiled slightly, stood up, and reached out to her: "Silly girl."

An Sheng put his almost frozen hand into Leng Nanxian's warm palm, wanted to stand up, but stopped with a frown.

Leng Nanxian clenched her cold little hand tightly, her heart throbbing and her heart aching for a while.

"Master," An Sheng raised his face and said bitterly, "I can't get up, my whole body seems to be numb."

Leng Nanxian pursed her lips, let go of her hand, bent down, and actually picked her up directly.

An Sheng exclaimed, the blood all over his body boiled, his numb body seemed to be conscious in an instant, and he keenly felt the temperature in Leng Nanxian's arms. It seemed to be a little hot, so she didn't dare to touch it, and her heart also burned to the point of jumping "bang bang".

"Don't move!" Leng Nanxian reprimanded in a deep voice, with a bit of sternness, and An Sheng immediately snuggled into his arms obediently, daring not to move.

Qianzhou opened the door of the yard with eyesight, and Leng Nanxian carried her and strode directly into the medicine house.

The person in his arms is very light and thin. Leng Nanxian has always felt that her face is getting rounder and should have some weight, but now it is so light in her arms that it can't fill his chest and his heart.

An Sheng also remained silent, taking a greedy breath, the fragrance of snow lotus on Leng Nanxian's body mixed with the moisture of the night, becoming more and more refreshing.

But his arms are warm and comfortable, his chest is wide and hard, but it is more warm and comfortable than a quilt that has been in the sun all day.

Once the limbs that gradually regained their blood flow regained consciousness, they began to clamor unscrupulously. They were extraordinarily happy, and An Sheng felt sweaty in his palms.

"Master?" An Sheng called softly.

"Huh?" Leng Nanxian responded calmly.

An Sheng stopped talking.

"What's up?"

An Sheng smiled "hee hee": "It's nothing, I just want to be called Master."

Leng Nanxian pursed his lips slightly, went straight into his room under Qianzhou's surprised eyes, and placed An Sheng gently on the bed.

"Qianzhou, burn some hot water."

Qianzhou immediately responded.

The bed was full of the smell of Leng Nanxian.

An Sheng sat up uneasily. Leng Nanxian was leaning and pulling the quilt on the bed, and before he got up, the two approached each other unexpectedly.

In the dark night.

Breathing is clearly audible.

From light to fast.

Leng Nanxian's Adam's apple slid with difficulty, and he straightened up in a panic, covering his confusion with a light cough.

"You sleep here tonight, I'll go elsewhere."

An Sheng's heart also panicked instantly, the temperature of his face suddenly rose, and the fire burned: "I'll just sleep in that room."

"No one lives in that room, it's too humid."

"It doesn't matter." An Sheng struggled to get out of bed.

"Stay honest, don't move!" Leng Nanxian reprimanded in a low voice: "You slept outside the door in the middle of the night, and the cold has already invaded."

He turned around and lit a candle, picked up a small box from the shelf beside him, and took out a pill from it. Qianzhou happened to bring hot water in and handed them all to An Sheng.

"Take the medicine and rest." Leng Nanxian said solemnly.

Leng Nanxian's voice was a little hoarse, An Sheng raised his eyes, only to find that under the candlelight, Leng Nanxian's eyes were sunken, covered with bloodshots, and a layer of cyan stubble appeared on his chin, showing a face full of haggard and vicissitudes. .

An Sheng understood that although Leng Nanxian didn't say anything, he had been working hard for his own affairs.

She obediently swallowed the pill and took it with hot water.

After taking the pill, I immediately felt a heat flow slowly rising from my stomach, flowing through my limbs and bones, opening every pore in my body, and slowly giving birth to warmth.

"Go to sleep!"

Leng Nanxian's words seemed to have bewitching magic, and An Sheng felt that his eyelids were starting to get heavier.

She couldn't help yawning.

"Master, what kind of medicine did you give me?" She murmured softly, her body suddenly became tired, and she could hardly support her shaky body.

Leng Nanxian reached out to support her, gently lay down on the bed, took off her shoes, pulled the quilt over to cover her, and gently picked up the lock of her hair that was wrapped around her neck.

"Go to sleep and everything will be fine tomorrow."

Leng Nanxian gave An Sheng an endless hope when she still had a little bit of clear consciousness.

The crisp fragrance of snow lotus surrounded her, and An Sheng slept very soundly until the sun rose three poles.

She woke up from her sweet dream, and the cruel reality followed the warm sun into the room, domineering and tough.

An Sheng was stunned for a moment on the bed. She wanted to escape, and buried her face in the quilt, tears soaked Leng Nanxian's quilt.

She sniffed hard and sat up.

Today is a good weather, the warm sun is shining, and it can penetrate the flesh and warm to the bones.

An Sheng stretched his waist.

Sister Feng said with a smile: "An Sheng is up? I'll bring you a meal."

An Sheng also curled the corners of his lips: "You weren't here yesterday."

Sister Feng smiled and said, "I've been out for a long trip, and I just came back this morning."

Turning around and going to the kitchen, he brought out a bowl of sweet potato porridge, a stack of scallion pancakes, and boiled two salted eggs: "There was no fire in the kitchen for the past two days, and there was nothing, just make do with something to eat."

An Sheng rambled: "I didn't eat all day yesterday, I'm starving, I can eat anything you give me."

She smiled lightly, as if she woke up and nothing happened.

"Where's my master?"

"He and Qian Zhoutian went out before dawn."

An Sheng said "oh" and stopped asking, and Sister Feng didn't even mention it, she just smiled and watched An Sheng gobble it all.

An Sheng stood up and patted his belly: "I really have food in my stomach, so I don't panic."

Sister Feng still smiled and said: "Young master explained it when he left, so you can wait for his news in the medicine house with peace of mind."

An Sheng said "um": "Sister Feng, do you still have porridge? I'm not full."

Sister Feng got up and took the bowl into the kitchen: "Yes, I'll serve it for you."

An Sheng turned around and walked out of the medicine house without hesitation.

The entrance of Dali Temple is still full of traffic.

The notice posted on the wall was torn apart by the cold wind, and the father's name dazzled in Bai Shengsheng's sunshine, flickering on and off.

There are still a lot of people around, either looking up indifferently, or pointing and discussing, with a bit of schadenfreude.

An Sheng raised his head to look at the sky, and in more than an hour, his father was about to die in a different place, as these people intended, adding a touch of excitement to their boring life.

She walked calmly to the drumming of grievances, and picked up the drumsticks on her toes.

She is helpless about her father's case, and the only thing she can do now is to try her best to buy more time for Yu Jingyun's return.

She had to recklessly beat the drum of injustice, before her father was taken to the execution ground.

The yamen at the door was caught off guard and waited to react. Without saying a word, he stepped forward and snarled the drumstick in her hand fiercely.

"It's you who came to make trouble again, brothers, drive this mad woman away!" The mustache yamen who was born like a mouse last time waved his hand fiercely.

"Whoever dares to stop me, I will immediately splatter blood on the spot!" An Sheng reprimanded with a hoarse voice.

All the yamen were apprehensive and looked at each other, not daring to step forward.

"I want to vindicate!" An Sheng raised his voice and said sternly: "My father has been wronged, I want to vindicate my father Xia Yunhai, and sue the minister of households, Mr. Li, for colluding with officials big and small, greedy for ink and depleting public food, arson and blame, murder and silence, I implore the Dali Temple to reopen. Hear the case!"

"What do you think our Dali Temple is? If you sound the drum of grievances, you will shut down the military and the country's affairs, big greed and evil, strange grievances and miserables. Is it child's play?" It is absolutely true, there is absolutely no forgiveness, I advise you to die with this heart, and you will not suffer the pain of those thirty court sticks!"

An Sheng sneered: "Thirty court sticks, I will accept it!"