Happy Marriage

On the second day, the coachman Wang Bo resumed his daily work of picking up Ansheng.

The Mid-Autumn Festival is approaching, and Xia Yuanwai has not returned yet, but he just repaired a letter from his family and sent it to Beijing through the post station.

Anson was disappointed.

The medicine house is very lively these days. Because the Mid-Autumn Festival is approaching, many people who have been treated by Leng Nanxian came to thank them. They knew Leng Nanxian's rules and didn't want to disturb him, so they hung the Mid-Autumn Festival gifts they brought on the door knocker of Yaolu, or stacked them at the door. When they got up in the morning, the door might be blocked.

It's just some autumn fruits, eggs, and newly harvested grain and rice. There are also many living things that can't be killed and can't be killed, so they can only be kept in captivity temporarily.

Afraid of disturbing Leng Nanxian's cleanliness, Mrs. Feng killed the loud ones and ate them first, braised them, stewed the soup, and changed them up. She even picked the thick meat and put them into the Ansheng bowl. How many times a day? A bowl of chicken soup was poured into the ground, An Sheng's thin little face turned rosy when he saw it, and the receding baby fat became more plump, pink and lustrous, so strong that it could be broken by blowing a bullet.

When An Sheng first came to Yaolu, because he was thin and had a pointy chin, he looked somewhat calm and mature. Now that they are rounded, the eyes are clearer and clearer. The thick and curled eyelashes are like the wings of a black butterfly, and they suddenly flash a bit of playfulness. Yao nose and red lips, and eyebrows and bangs, and often combing two round buns, two symmetrical fringes, or jade bells. It seems that it seems to be a lot more childish, returning to the cardamom years.

She was at ease in the medicine hut, liberating her original escaping nature, unrestrained, angered and happy, brilliant and innocent, and extremely pleasing.

Qianzhou was not so lucky, as if a layer of acne broke out on his face overnight, his originally beautiful face was terrible. He continued to gobble while calling out the irrationality, especially the oily, red pickled pepper fish and rattan pepper chicken cooked by An Sheng himself, the more and more addictive they became.

An Sheng has noticed that Leng Nanxian eats a lot of food at every meal, especially spicy food. Why is he still so thin, his face is like a crown of jade, and it is as thin as suet, it is really unreasonable.

An Sheng took time to go to the wonton stall, visited the sister-in-law's injury, and asked if she had any unusual feelings these days.

The sister-in-law said frankly that everything was fine, but her hand was injured and she couldn't do anything. She relied on the man to cook cakes and wontons for help, and her business was somewhat affected. Fortunately, there is silver supplemented by Yu Shizi, so there is no need to worry about the depression. The only hope is that he can be safe and sound, and he is content.

An Sheng said a few more words. The man at the biscuits stall next to him wrapped a few freshly baked biscuits in greased paper for An Sheng to take. An Sheng was welcome and accepted them all.

At this time, there were not many people on the street. An Sheng bought a few snacks that he had coveted for a long time, and made a special trip to buy a few candies, leaving the little guy in Sister Qi's house to smelt and quench his cravings, so he went to the medicine house.

Before reaching the Yaolu, Uncle Wang slowed down and turned his head suspiciously: "Miss, look."

"What's wrong?" An Sheng stuck his head out curiously.

Uncle Wang pointed in the direction of Yaolu: "A lot of officers and soldiers!"

An Sheng looked over and was startled, his hands trembled with fright, and the snack he was holding in his arms almost fell.

There were indeed many officers and soldiers surrounded by Yaolu, no, they were not officers and soldiers. They were all wearing tassel hats and steel knives on their waists. They held their heads high and majestic.

Brocade guards.

An Sheng's heart suddenly rose. Early in the morning, this group of golden-clothed guards surrounded Yaolu, which was definitely not a good thing.

"Stop!" An Sheng ordered urgently.

As soon as Uncle Wang pulled the reins, the carriage stopped immediately.

An Sheng jumped off the carriage: "Uncle Wang, you will stop here for the time being and don't move forward. If something goes wrong, it's better for someone to inform you."

Uncle Wang was a little worried: "Miss, you should stay here, I'll go over and ask first."

An Sheng shook his head: "My master has always abided by the law, and there will be no lawsuits. It should just be someone who came to seek medical treatment."

She walked straight to the Yaolu, and the guard in front pulled out the steel knife and scolded: "Who is it, stop!"

An Sheng paused and pointed to the medicine cottage: "Go inside."

"My master is dead. Today, the medicine house is temporarily suspended for consultation and reception. The girl please come back."

"Dare to ask who your master is?"

"Presumptuous, where is this something that you, a girl, asked about? Hurry back and don't cause trouble."

An Sheng was anxious, worried about the safety of the people in the Yaolu, how could he be willing to retire?

"Then may I ask, what kind of lawsuit did this cold genius provoke?"

The people next to him rushed impatiently: "Why is it so troublesome for you little girl to grind and chirp? Do you have to toast instead of eating and drinking?"

An Sheng puffed out his chest: "If you don't tell the reason, why don't you let others in!"

"Hehe, I encountered a tough stubble." Several brocade-clothed guards laughed for a while.

"Brother, brother." Qianzhou heard the movement at the door, ran out quickly, and bowed his hands at a few people: "This girl is from our medicine house, my son's apprentice."

"Really?" The person in the lead grinned: "I thought I was here to pester your son, and I was just about to send it away so that I could ask for a reward from Doctor Leng."

The guards next to him immediately laughed and let go of the road in the middle: "When did Doctor Leng accept such a delicate girl as his apprentice?"

Hearing that tone, he was no stranger to Leng Nanxian, nor did he have any malice.

An glared at the man angrily, and asked Qianzhou in a low voice: "Who are these people? They look fierce, but they are not serious."

Qianzhou didn't care about the tunnel: "When you come to look for the son, you put up such a big profile every time, just because others don't know that he is powerful and powerful."

Qian Zhou did not deliberately lower his voice, and was obviously not afraid of these brocade-clothed guards.

An Sheng turned back and waved at Uncle Wang, reassuring him, and entered the yard with Qianzhou.

"Who is it? Do you know Master very well? I didn't expect Master to know such a powerful friend."

"Hey," Qianzhou lowered his voice this time, and whispered with An Sheng disdainfully, "It's just a martial artist, what's so powerful?"

"Military general? No wonder he is so majestic." An Sheng looked back at the brocade guards guarding the door. This time he felt a little familiar: "Why does it seem to be the subordinate of the Prince Yu of the Marquis of Dingguo?"

"That's not it," An Sheng nodded. "That's why the prince was so arrogant that he dared to block the gate of our medicine house."

It turned out that Master and Shizi Yu really knew each other. An Sheng remembered that he had used his name under the guise of his own, and felt a little guilty. Fearing that Yu Jingyun would see and recognize him, he lowered his head and asked Qianzhou in a low voice, "He will do it. what?"

Qianzhou shook his head: "Who knows, Shicai rushed in aggressively, with a whole body of anger, as if he was raising a teacher to ask for guilt."

"Then master will not suffer when he is with him, right?"

Qianzhou snorted softly: "You too underestimate my son."

Rao Shiqianzhou put it lightly, but An Sheng was still a little uneasy, worried about Leng Nanxian: "Don't you have an excuse to send tea and go in to find out the news?"

Qianzhou shook his head: "This prince has a mad temper, and he is evil. He said that he would not be disturbed, so he had to hide away, otherwise there would be no good fruit to eat."

An Sheng stood on tiptoe and glanced at the closed door, only to hear a "bang", which seemed to be the sound of a giant falling to the ground, accompanied by a crackling sound.

An Sheng jumped up in fright and exclaimed, "Master!"

In the room, Yu Jingyun sat crooked on the desk in front of Leng Nanxian, turned his face in surprise and glanced out the window: "Your little apprentice is here, looks like she's worried about you, will she rush to rush Come in?"

Leng Nanxian turned the page again, without raising his head.

"Snapped!"

Yu Jingyun slapped his palm down and said angrily, "Leng Nanxian, I'm talking to you."

Leng Nanxian leaned his chair back so as not to be affected again: "All ears."

Yu Jingyun flicked his sleeves, and a cold air burst out, and the book in Leng Nanxian's hand suddenly turned to dust.

"I hate that people don't listen to me the most."

Leng Nanxian didn't change his face, didn't blink his eyes, just pursed his thin lips: "I hate others destroying my collection of books the most."

Yu Jingyun snorted softly: "If you don't give me an explanation today, believe it or not I set fire to your medicine house?"