Happy Marriage

An Sheng picked up a book from the bookshelf and flipped through the title: ""Qimen Alchemy"? Is it possible that Doctor Leng is still interested in the crooked ways of these warlocks?"

Qianzhou shook his head solemnly: "It's not the tricks of the Daoists, but a lot of real remedies and secrets. This book is already the only one, but my son disdains it."

Between his words, it was obvious that he admired Leng Nanxian.

"Really?" An Sheng casually flipped through two pages, and felt his eyes light up, and he couldn't put it down.

Qianzhou still had things to do, so after explaining, he went out to take care of himself.

An Sheng responded absentmindedly. She remembered the purpose of her trip, and reluctantly put the book on hand, sat down and followed the catalogue index first, writing like a fly, and copying the recipes of the diet. Then he opened the book of "Qi Men's Alchemy", read it hungrily, and excerpted the good recipes in it.

An Sheng is not like her sister An Ran, who has been trained as a good girl, but her handwriting is wonderful, and she is not as flat and upright as other girls in the boudoir, but she can do it with a single swipe of dragon and phoenix, just like her previous Normal temperament.

When Leng Nanxian pushed open the door and entered, the sun at dusk spread in, and what Leng Nanxian saw was the silhouette of An Sheng who was engrossed in writing and running away.

Her spine is straight and straight, like the clump of bamboo in front of the window. It reminded him of the arrogance in her stubborn and upright figure when she first met in the Xia family's house just now, under the whip of the strong wind and rain.

Leng Nanxian walked in gently, walking lightly and not touching the dust.

An Sheng didn't lift his head, he just left and returned as a thousand boats.

"Please allow me a little more time, I'll be all right now."

Leng Nanxian stood still behind her, looked down, and instantly became a little sullen, snatched the brush from her hand and threw it aside.

The nib of the brush dipped in thick ink slipped through An Sheng's palm, leaving a scent of ink in her hand.

An Sheng raised his head in surprise, Leng Nanxian was glaring glaringly behind her: "Copying such a harmful method shows that the intention is not right."

An Sheng seemed to have been caught as a thief, lowered his head in embarrassment, and said in a low voice, "It's just a moment of curiosity."

"Curious?" Leng Nanxian's face was sinking, and he picked up the recipe she had just copied, already preconceived and prejudiced.

"There are so many ways to help the world and save people, why don't you copy it and practice this kind of poison from birth?"

An Sheng wanted to say that it is difficult for him to protect himself, and it is difficult to survive. Where did the compassionate bodhisattva's heart come from? Facing a vicious and murderous stepmother, a scumbag, can you only heal yourself when you learn those medical skills when you are tortured to death?

The words twitched on the tip of the tongue, swallowed them, and stubbornly changed their mouths: "Because my injuries never require medical treatment, those ways to save the world and save others are just extravagant decorations for me."

"So these harming parties are very important to you?"

"Yes," An Sheng said loudly: "At least, his life can be saved."

Leng Nanxian saw a lot of sisters fighting in the big house, and the stepmother abused the first child, and felt that he had made a final decision, and his words were a bit heavy. After a moment of silence, he stretched out his hand, with a white porcelain medicine bottle in his palm.

An Sheng looked at him calmly.

He pursed his thin lips: "This is an ointment to reduce swelling and stasis. It may help the wound on your face."

An Sheng raised his hand and touched his cheek, still in pain.

She pulled the corners of her lips forcefully, but still stubbornly refused: "Thank you, no need."

She lowered her head, her messy hair hanging down, covering the emotions in her eyes. Leng Nanxian's hand froze in place again.

Then, she stretched out her hand and sorted out the therapeutic recipe from the case. Seeing that the ink was dry, she rolled it into a roll, held it in her hand, turned her back, and walked out.

Qianzhou was standing at the door, and seeing her head out, she said unconvincingly, "Why are you so ignorant? My son gave you Xuelianqing, who is going to rot and grow muscles. It's a rare gold. It's the first time I've seen a stubborn girl like you. ."

An Sheng hooked his lips and smiled sarcastically: "When the old injury is healed, there will be new injuries. What can a bottle of Xuelianqing be used for?"

"Why are you so ignorant?" Qianzhou was instantly angry.

An Sheng passed Qian Zhou's side, and had already left the house with high spirits. He turned and took a deep look at the four gilt characters "Medicine Hands Produce Fragrance", sadly got on the carriage, and walked away.

Leng Nanxian glanced down at the paper in his hand. The handwriting was timeless, and the fragrance of ink was still there. The iron painted silver hook seemed to penetrate the back of the paper, and it also permeated the owner's stubbornness.

"Who is that person?" Qianzhou couldn't help muttering, "He has a very bad temper when he sees it."

Leng Nanxian's eyes penetrated the blue bricks and blue tiles, and he seemed to be able to see the one-two-eight young girl sitting opposite him in the carriage that was passing away. The pain of the wound on the body. Her thick curled eyelashes concealed all the emotions in her eyes.

After being stunned for a long time, Leng Nanxian lightly opened his thin lips, and said quietly, "Xia Ansheng, the second lady of Xiafu, the member of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs!"

Xia Ansheng sat on the carriage returning to the mansion, feeling a little timid in his heart. She was afraid that after returning home, she would face increasingly severe storms.

How much I hope that I can drive the carriage all the way out of Beijing, fly far away, and never have to look at Xue Shi and Xia Ziwu's terrifying faces. Whether it is wandering outside or not hungry, no matter how much suffering, it is still a hundred times stronger than the place where the Xia family is as cold as an ice cave.

This thought flashed through her mind, and she even thought about putting it into action. However, his idea was quickly rejected. The elder sister is still here. Although she is out of the control of the Xue family, Xia Ziwu has always been eyeing the Meng family. If she is not there, it is hard to guarantee that she will not rack her brains, enter the Meng Mansion, and use poisonous hands on her sister.

Also, A-Niang's revenge always has to be avenged. If she backs down and runs away, A-Niang will die.

She is not going anywhere.

An Sheng picked up his messy thoughts, stopped at the door of the pharmacy, wrapped Xia Zixian with herbs according to Leng Nanxian's recipe, and then used the remaining silver taels to secretly buy a little cheap medicinal powder to hide on his body.

Although Leng Nanxian took back all the list just now, she has always had a good memory. After transcribing it, she memorized a few simple recipes in her heart.

After buying things, go back the same way.

Unexpectedly, when Xue Shi saw her coming back, Xu was in front of member Xia, but she didn't embarrass her. She just complained about how long she had been away, and instructed her to decoct the medicine and send it to Xia Zixian.

Xia Zixian has been soaking in medicine jars all the year round, but she hates the smell of herbs, lest it spoil the elegance of her yard, so the decoction is still in the kitchen.

An Sheng didn't understand. There were three servant girls in Xia Zixian's yard. She worked hard to fry the soup, and then brought it to Xia Zixian in person.

As soon as An Sheng stepped into the yard, Xia Zixian hurriedly ordered the girl, Zhishu, to come forward to pick up the decoction, looking flattered and unhappy: "How come the second sister of labor brought it here in person?"

Xia Zixian looked in high spirits today, and her spirit was surprisingly good. It seemed that this cold genius really lived up to its reputation, and a few silver needles could instantly make a difference.

An Sheng didn't answer and asked, "You look much better."

Xia Zixian smiled shyly, two blushes gradually smudged on her pale cheeks: "I just barely sat for a cup of tea, so I've been looking forward to this panacea, who would have thought my sister would go so far. It's been a long time. Could it be that the Leng Shenyi mansion is quite far from us?"

An Sheng nodded: "Out of the busy city, in the remote suburbs of Beijing, and the road was congested for a while when I returned to the house."

"I heard that in those high gates and courtyards, you have to change to a sedan chair when you enter the mansion, otherwise it will take a long time to walk, right?"

An Shengfu shook his head again: "It's not a high school, it's just an ordinary family."

There was obvious disappointment on Xia Zixian's face, and An Sheng suddenly became alert.