Happy Marriage

An Sheng finally got what he wanted. He woke up early the next day and went to the medicine house as usual. He was swept in like a gust of wind and shouted excitedly, "Master, Master, An Sheng is back!"

The three of Leng Nanxian were still using breakfast, no one spoke, and the atmosphere was a bit dull.

Qianzhou took the soup dumpling steamed by Mrs. Feng and turned it around again and again. Then she couldn't help but ask Mrs. Feng, "Sister Feng, do you know how to make glutinous rice balls?"

Sister-in-law Feng glanced at him angrily: "One is dough, the other is wrapped in glutinous rice. Isn't it a smell when you eat it?"

Qianzhou shook his head solemnly: "It's not a taste, there is a lot of knowledge in it, I feel that this bun is like a milf, all of which are pleated, with a bite of oil, fat and greasy, and the filling is also old.

The meat filling of the glutinous rice **** made by Miss Ansheng is tender and elastic, and the glutinous rice on the outside is as crystal clear as pearls, just like a little girl in the 16th or 17th year, biting into her mouth, oh, don't follow. You said it, and you don't understand it, it's a waste of time! "

Leng Nanxian held the porridge bowl, drank the porridge slowly, and looked up at the steamed bun in Qianzhou's hand.

"Hey, you little bastard, you are scolding me in a circle around your feelings!" Sister Feng became anxious and stood up in a "squeaky". Before she slapped Qianzhou's neck, she saw An Sheng swept in the figure.

"Snapped."

The spoon in Leng Nanxian's hand fell into the porridge bowl.

Qianzhou quickly stood up and shouted excitedly, "Miss Ansheng, you are back!"

An angry panted and laughed: "Well, I'm back!"

Sister Feng's slap turned around and slapped An Sheng's thin little shoulder: "Stinky girl, she won't come without making a sound, if it wasn't for your son, Sister Feng would want to break into Xia's house and grab you. "

An Sheng grinned at the thick slap, "Sister Feng, are you trying to slap me back?"

Sister Feng laughed "hehe": "I got carried away with joy for a while."

Leng Nanxian still sat upright, without raising his head, took the spoon again to eat the porridge, taking it slow and steady.

"Master, you don't seem to welcome me at all?" An Sheng asked.

Leng Nanxian said calmly, "It's only been a few days since you left, and your noise is still under my ears."

As soon as he raised his face, a fragrant wind blew past, and the jasmine wreath on An Sheng's head was buckled on his head.

An Sheng looked left and right: "Master wearing flowers is so beautiful."

Leng Nanxian's face suddenly sank, and he coughed lightly: "Presumptuous! No respect!"

An Sheng brought his face closer: "Who said I have no respect? Master, look again, there must be you in my eyes."

Leng Nanxian couldn't help but look at him obediently, a pair of hopeful eyes blinked playfully, becoming clearer and more radiant.

"The eye circles are dark and dark, and there are bloodshots in the eyes. This is a manifestation of kidney dysfunction, strong anger, and poor blood flow. It is a serious disease."

Leng Nanxian said coldly.

"Ah?" An Sheng straightened up in frustration and rubbed his eyes: "Why didn't I see it when I looked in the mirror myself? Is it true?"

"Can't you even believe what Master said?" Leng Nanxian pushed away the bowl and stood up, serious.

"Then what?"

Leng Nanxian smiled slightly: "Go to bed earlier at night and stay up less late."

Only then did An Sheng realize that Leng Nanxian had scolded him, and hummed softly, "How could anyone bully someone like this?"

Qianzhou also smiled "pochi": "It's okay to bully your son if you can be happy, it's been a few days since he was sullen."

Leng Nanxian took a step and turned around: "Huh?"

Qianzhou immediately bared his teeth in acquaintance: "I'll go to the market right now, make a big purchase, and celebrate Miss Ansheng's triumphant return at noon."

These words should have cast Leng Nanxian's thoughts: "Don't hurry up, the fish in the morning are the freshest."

Qianzhou nodded hurriedly, turned his head and asked An Sheng, "Miss An Sheng, do you want to go with me? Today's fair is the most lively."

Just as An Sheng was about to answer, Leng Nanxian said unhappily, "I've been playing crazy for several days, have you missed any homework?"

An Sheng stuck out his tongue at Qian Zhou, turned his head and smiled brightly at Leng Nanxian: "Naturally, I forget to eat and sleep, and I don't dare to slack off."

Leng Nanxian turned around and said, "Those who are close to Zhu are red and those who are close to Mo are black. Qianzhou has been with me for many years, and there is no prescription for one. Are you planning to learn from him?"

"Jianzhu Zhechi, I've been with the young master, why don't you make progress?" Qianzhou whispered, then stepped back and ran away in a hurry.

An Sheng pursed his lips and pointed to his head.

Leng Nanxian frowned: "What?"

An Sheng smiled shamelessly: "Master Dai Hua'er is so pretty."

"Cough cough!"

Leng Nanxian coughed twice and tore off the garland on his head, seemingly out of anger: "Exam!"

An Sheng shrugged quietly, suddenly feeling guilty.

In fact, Ansheng's acupuncture has become proficient in acupuncture, and her perception of acupuncture has become much more sensitive. Leng Nanxian felt extremely satisfied and began to teach her the diseases targeted by various acupoints.

For those who came to seek medical treatment and needed acupuncture and moxibustion, Leng Nanxian also boldly asked An Sheng to heal. The patients did not know her background, and they called her "Miss Ansheng" with the same respect as Qianzhou.

An Sheng never imagined that one day he would be able to gain the respect of the people. Seeing their kind, respectful and grateful eyes, he felt as if he had drank the iced sour plum soup in June, and he was indescribably happy.

There are also enthusiastic aunts who hold her hand, look left and right, praise her repeatedly, and ask her if she can get married? What kind of family do you like in China? She only blushed with shame, her words were incoherent, and she turned her eyes to Leng Nanxian again and again for help.

At this moment, Leng Nanxian was sitting behind the diagnosis, occasionally pursing his lips and not saying a word, laughing so happily that An Sheng was scorned.

Sometimes, Sister Feng would come out with a spoon, and seeing that An Sheng couldn't get out, she stepped forward to grab An Sheng from the crowd, and said in a high voice, "This girl has someone else, so don't worry about anyone else. "

Then naturally someone asked curiously, "Who is so lucky to say that An Sheng is such a good girl?"

Sister Feng raised her head, her sharp eyes drifted over, and proudly perfunctory women: "My nephew!"

The women didn't know the origin of Mrs. Feng, but seeing that she was a cook, she was close to the water tower, and she took the first step and snatched a girl as smart as An Sheng as her niece. A rude farmer with big arms and round waist.

What a pity for such a wonderful person.

Sending away the noisy women, Qian Zhou teased Sister Feng, delaying An Sheng's good marriage.

Sister Feng didn't care at all, and smiled meaningfully: "Such a good girl must not be robbed by others, she has to keep it for herself. Master, do you think this is the truth?"

In a word, An Sheng's blush that had just subsided resurfaced.

Leng Nanxian glanced at An Sheng, and the hands of his subordinates who were preparing the prescription trembled, and said coldly: "The female major is not to stay, stay here and stay as an enemy, but don't let her blame you if she can't marry in the end."

"Who can't get married?"

Someone outside the door laughed loudly.

Leng Nanxian didn't lift his head: "Today's sitting time has passed, come back in three days."

An Sheng raised his eyes and saw Yu Jingyun standing at the door at an unknown time, dressed in a dark green brocade robe, holding a long sword, sword eyebrows and star eyes, and a valiant appearance.

"Leng Shenyi is so great! Even if the county magistrate has to sit in the hall every day, you still have to set some **** rules."

"The county magistrate was killing people and sending them to the underworld. Even if they sat in the hall every day, no one would want to enter; Leng Mou was resurrecting the dead and closing the gates of the underworld.

"It's so elegant and refined again." Yu Jingyun didn't refute, but glanced left and right: "Is it accustomed to sitting on the red sandalwood grandmaster chair that I sent last time?"

Leng Nanxian kept writing, but he still wrote the dragon: "Reluctantly."

Yu Jingyun stepped into the house: "If you are not satisfied, just say it bluntly, and let the minions send it over tomorrow."

Leng Nanxian shook his head: "Forget it, this chair is used as a firewood to burn. Sister Feng said that it is not easy to ignite, and it is not as good as the chopping wood sold on the street."

"Sister Feng can play with knives, but she's not very good at cooking with fire. She still dislikes the best red sandalwood, and she doesn't know the goods."

Sister Feng, who was on the side, snorted coldly, even if she was facing Shi Ziye, her nose was not a nose, and her face was not a face.

Leng Nanxian waved his hand, and Sister Feng and Qianzhou stepped back wisely, and An Sheng also followed.

Yu Jingyun swayed and stood in front of her.

"Your name is Xia Ansheng?"

An Sheng looked up at him and nodded.

"Who is Zuo Shaoqing Xia Yuncang of Dali Temple?"

An Sheng was startled and said truthfully, "It's my uncle."

"That's you." Yu Jingyun grabbed her arm and said, "Follow me!"

Leng Nanxian, who had been turning a blind eye to Yu Jingyun, stood up with a snort and threw the brush in his hand: "Why did you take her away?"