Happy Marriage

Outside the yard, there was already a shadow of swords and swords, and the guards of the Hou residence surrounded Feng's wife in circles, arguing with swords and eyes, just waiting for Yu Jingyun to give an order.

Yu Jingyun waved his hand wearily: "Withdraw!"

The guards looked at each other in dismay, not understanding why their eldest son would let this man who dared to trespass into the Hou residence. However, the military orders were like mountains, the swords were still sheathed, and the tide retreated.

Leng Nanxian hugged An Sheng, and hurried out of the gate of Hou's mansion, and got into the carriage waiting outside the door.

The glazed lamp was lit in the carriage, Leng Nanxian placed An Sheng on the carriage, wrapped her in a blanket, took the pen and paper on the side, walked around the dragon without thinking, and handed it to Mrs. Feng.

"Sister Feng, you're on a fast footpath. Quickly ride your horse back to the medicine house. Give the first recipe to Qianzhou and fry it into a bowl. The second recipe is boiled into a bath soup, and a charcoal pot is prepared in my room."

Sister Feng took the recipe and asked anxiously, "Young Master, let her live safely?"

Leng Nanxian pursed his lips: "It's really dangerous, there's no delay."

Sister Feng sniffed and forced back the tears in her eyes. Without saying a word, she raised her inner strength and flew off the horse's back, galloping on the horse.

Leng Nanxian instructed Uncle Leng: "Go back to the Yaolu quickly."

Uncle Leng took the order, raised his whip, and disappeared into the night.

Running all the way, bumping to the medicine house, the yard is already brightly lit. In the kitchen, Sister Feng and Qian Zhou were sweating and busy.

Leng Nanxian wrapped An Sheng tightly and carried her into his room.

The charcoal fire is already red, and the house is warm.

Qianzhou fried the medicine and brought it in, his eyes were a little red, and there was a strong cry in his voice.

His emotions directly infected Leng Nanxian, his Adam's apple slipped, and it was unbearably sour.

The medicine was fed in little by little, and buckets of medicinal soup with a pungent medicinal smell were brought in and poured into the tub, and the room instantly became steamy.

Leng Nanxian tested the water temperature and ordered, "Sister Feng stay, Qianzhou is at the door, no one is allowed to enter without my order."

Qianzhou took the order, exited the door, and closed the door tightly.

Leng Nanxian took out the needle capsules, placed them one by one, took a handkerchief from the side, covered his eyes, and took a deep breath.

"Sister Feng, help An Sheng take off his upper body clothes, then hold her and slowly put her into the tub."

Aunt Feng looked at Leng Nanxian helplessly and shook her head. She followed her words and untied An Sheng's collar.

Although Leng Nanxian was blindfolded, his hearing was sensitive, and he immediately asked, "What's wrong?"

Sister Feng said distressedly, "An Sheng is injured."

This time, Leng Nanxian couldn't keep his indifference any longer, he pulled the veil off his eyes and turned to look.

Ling Luobing's whip marks on her body were still there, still shocking.

Leng Nanxian trembled and slowly stroked his fingertips, the bottom of his eyes became moist.

He regretted that his bowels were blue.

It's not that I am two days late, but I shouldn't have been awkward in the first place and let An Sheng live in the Hou Mansion!

In these days when she was not by her side, she was alone in the Hou Mansion, what did she experience? Why do you get hurt?

He couldn't care about men's and women's defense any longer, and opened An Sheng's shirt, revealing the snow on his chest.

Delicate as porcelain, except for that one, there are no other scars.

He turned his face away: "Sister Feng, check carefully. Are there any other injuries on her body?"

Sister Feng took off An Sheng's clothes and checked them carefully, and there was no scar. Fang Cai shook his head in relief: "No more, only this place."

Leng Nanxian coughed unnaturally: "Put her in the tub, take it slow, and be careful of the water scalding."

Mrs. Feng was strong and strong. She picked up the petite An Sheng and slowly put it into the bathtub.

The potion spread over An Sheng's shoulders, and she frowned slightly.

She said happily: "Master, Miss An Sheng has a reaction on her face."

Leng Nanxian finally got a little comfort and said happily: "It means that she is still a little conscious, and the brain damage is not very serious. You help me to take care of her, pay attention to her reaction, and I will give her acupuncture."

Sister Feng responded, Leng Nanxian tied the veil again, turned around, groped for the silver needle, and began to needle for An Sheng.

An Sheng was immersed in the hot medicinal soup, steaming, and his face was soon dripping with sweat. And Leng Nanxian was engrossed in it and didn't dare to slack off in the slightest.

It seemed like a very light thing, and both of them were sweating all over.

It was not until the medicinal soup became cold that Leng Nanxian put away the silver needle and turned around again: "Sister Feng, take her out."

Sister Feng did what she said again, took An Sheng out of the water, wiped her body clean, changed her clothes, and covered her quilt.

Leng Nanxian turned around slowly, pulled off the veil, sat back to An Sheng's side, and checked his pulse again. There was already the sound of a **** crowing outside.

Day is coming.

Sister Feng asked worriedly, "How is Miss An Sheng?"

Leng Nanxian shook his head: "You guys go to rest first, An Sheng will take care of me."

Sister Feng hesitated, turned around and went out, called Qianzhou to clean up the room together, refilled the charcoal, and just closed the door and left.

Leng Nanxian never stepped out of the room again.

Do not eat or drink.

Sister-in-law Feng was waiting at the door with the hot meal for many times, and she could hear Leng Nanxian talking softly, talking to herself, calling An Sheng's name.

The room was too quiet, so Leng Nanxian's slightly hoarse voice seemed lonely.

An Sheng never woke up.

Across the door, Leng Nanxian commanded impatiently: "I'm not hungry, so don't disturb me. I'll naturally order anything."

Qianzhou also sat listlessly under the porch without saying a word.

Sister Feng understood Leng Nanxian's temper. He was angry with himself and regretted his misunderstanding about An Sheng, so he wanted to punish himself.

His temper is stubborn, even if his mouth is dry, he will not persuade him at all.

So Sister Feng only hoped that An Sheng would wake up earlier. As long as this lively little girl is around, the medicine house is full of anger.

Sister Feng held up the tray in her hand towards Qianzhou: "Young Master won't eat it, you can eat it."

Qianzhou shook his head in frustration: "I don't eat either."

"How can you do without eating? It's been a day. When Miss An Sheng wakes up, you all fall down."

Qianzhou didn't wash his face today, and his hair was like a mess of grass.

"I'm also uncomfortable. I'm also responsible for this matter. It's all my fault. You were right, I was too stupid, that's why the young master misunderstood Miss Ansheng."

Sister-in-law Feng sighed lowly: "Don't worry, Miss An Sheng's fortune still has a long way to go. It must be all right."

Qianzhou raised his face and glanced at the sunset, which was gradually sinking to the west, and suddenly felt emotional in his heart, and spat fiercely: "Next time, I must not let Shizi Yu step into the door of our medicine house."

Said Cao Cao, Cao Cao arrived.

The hooves of horses in the distance sounded like chaotic drums.

Qianzhou stood up with a bang, as if facing an enemy: "He's too embarrassed to come!"

Sister Feng also sneered and put the tray in her hand aside.

Yu Jingyun hurriedly turned over and dismounted, and before he raised his hand, the door of Yaolu was already opened from the inside. Qianzhou and Sister Feng blocked the door and looked at him hostilely.

"Yu Shizi, what are you doing here?" Qian Zhou said rudely.

Yu Jingyun asked straight to the point, "Where's An Sheng?"

As soon as Qianzhou raised his hand, he stopped Yu Jingyun's way: "Miss An Sheng is still unconscious, please come back, Shizi Yu."

Yu Jingyun was short-tempered, but this time he didn't have the same knowledge as Qianzhou, so he stepped forward and rushed inside.

The wind was fierce, and it was Sister Feng who took the lead and took the lead.

Yu Jingyun always knew that Mrs. Feng was hiding, so she didn't dare to underestimate her, and immediately raised her hand to retaliate.

This time, Sister Feng showed no mercy at all, she was ruthless and tried her best. Yu Jingyun was a little restless because of his anxiety, so he also had a temper when he fought back.

The masters face the enemy, flickering and moving, a light and shadow, unable to see the reality. The fierce palm wind directly destroyed many things in Yaolu's courtyard, making a lot of noise.

Sister Feng was not Yu Jingyun's opponent originally, but she took action today and put all her anger on Yu Jingyun's body, so she was much more ruthless. Rao is so, still standing tall.

Sister Feng retreated steadily, and Yu Jingyun gradually approached the backyard.

Qianzhou was in a hurry, but there was no countermeasure.

Yu Jingyun snorted coldly: "Leng Nanxian, if you don't come out again, don't blame me for hurting your people!"

The door of Leng Nanxian's room suddenly opened, and Leng Nanxian came out of the room and stared at Yu Jingyun: "Stop!"

Sister Feng made a false move and jumped out of the circle, panting.

When Yu Jingyun saw Leng Nanxian's haggard face, his heart sank, and he asked anxiously, "How is An Sheng?"

Leng Nanxian said indifferently, "The fever has subsided, but I'm still unconscious."

Yu Jingyun took a few steps forward, reached into his arms, took out a medicine bottle, and said earnestly, "Revival Pill! It will definitely save Ansheng."

Leng Nanxian glanced at Yu Jingyun in surprise: "The nine-turn revival pill that Taoist priest Yichen treasured?"

Yu Jingyun nodded: "Yes, there is only one in the world, but it can be resurrected and reborn. I was so anxious yesterday that I forgot."

"How can Daoist Master Yichen be so generous? You took it by force, right?"

"So what? As long as it can save An Sheng's life, it's a big deal to let that old man take a vengeance on me."

Leng Nanxian shook his head: "Although this medicine has a miraculous effect on treating internal and external injuries, it is a pity that it is the brain that is injured by Ansheng, and now the lung disease is no serious problem. This medicine is not symptomatic and has little effect."

"Bullshit!"

Leng Nanxian said lightly and calmly: "This medicine is prepared by my master. Daoist Yichen personally used the nine-turn furnace to refine it. Because its main medicine, the thousand-year-old blood ginseng, is hard to find in the world, so it is precious. The efficacy is exaggerated. Could I not know?"

Yu Jingyun couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and was obviously disappointed: "Do you think that An Sheng is harmful to taking this medicine?"

Leng Nanxian shook his head: "Treat the sick when you are sick, and strengthen your body when you are not sick. Naturally, it is beneficial and harmless."

"That's it, take it for An Sheng, and her health will be relieved naturally."

Yu Jingyun couldn't help but break into the house.

Leng Nanxian made a slight mistake at his feet, stopped in front of Yu Jingyun, and stretched out his hand at him: "Just give me the medicine, and Shizi Yu, please come back."

Yu Jingyun was immediately angry: "Why! Are you not letting me see An Sheng?"

Leng Nanxian nodded calmly: "Yes, An Sheng needs to rest. There are too many people and it may make her condition worse."

"Leng Nanxian! Stop using An Sheng to scare me!" Yu Jingyun said angrily, "I must see An Sheng today and see who can stop me?"

The two were at a stalemate when they heard An Sheng murmured in the room: "Master, Master!"

The two of them were all shocked at the same time in an instant, and they ran into the house with joy, scrambling to be the first.