Happy Marriage

Leng Nanxian's hand that was about to push the door slowly held up, the blue veins were popping up, and he couldn't help but tremble. He didn't dare to look back, didn't dare to look at An Sheng, who was crying like rain at this time, and was full of guilt, annoyance, and self-blame.

"Xue's mother and daughter remember that when my mother didn't allow them to enter the gate of my Xue family, she held a grudge, so I must let my sister and I be saved from redemption, and my most humble wish is just to live in peace.

You have repeatedly taught me not to harm others, and I don't want to, I also want to be as pure as a white lotus flower, free from dust, fireworks, let alone blood? However, I have no other choice. Even being able to step into this medicine house every day is the result of fighting wits and courage with them and working hard.

I have never told you a lie. I tried my best to study medicine for no other reason, just to have a support, to defend my sister's life, and to prolong my own life. Rescue people? I can't protect myself yet, who can I save? Who will save me again? ! "

An Sheng questioned, tears streaming down his face, he heard Sister Feng and Qian Zhou wiping away their tears.

Sister Feng stepped forward in two steps and hugged An Sheng into her arms: "My poor child, how could I have suffered so much grievance? It hurts me to death!"

After An Sheng vented his grievances, he immediately felt as if his entire body had been hollowed out, exhausted. Sister Feng's arms embraced her and gave her support, which also made her absorb warmth. She suddenly raised her arms and hooked Sister Feng's neck, like a child, crying hysterically.

"Sister Feng, I'm going to die!"

"Good boy, don't cry, don't cry! Sister Feng will call the shots for you and kill these son-of-a-bitch, unconscionable ones."

An Sheng cried more and more.

Qianzhou couldn't take it anymore, sobbing sobbing, tears wetting most of his sleeves: "Young master, you must not drive Miss Ansheng back, then the Xia family is a fire pit! How can there be such a vicious woman in the world?"

Leng Nanxian looked up at the tiles on the eaves and blinked: "Why don't you say anything?"

An Sheng sniffed childishly: "What's the use of talking about it? It's hard for an honest official to cut off housework."

Leng Nanxian turned around suddenly and said angrily, "But you are my Leng Nanxian's apprentice! I will never allow anyone to bully you like this!"

An Sheng was taken aback, Sister Feng was taken aback, and Qian Zhou was taken aback too.

"Yes, that is, as a teacher for one day and a father for life, we are justified, Miss An Sheng is only allowed to be bullied by me, and must not be bullied by others!" Qianzhou said awe-inspiringly.

An Sheng burst into laughter with a "pu chi", then pursed his mouth and cried even more fiercely: "I was wronged, and I didn't want to go anywhere, so I just wanted to come back. It's good to see you guys feeling unreasonable. But you still bully me. I."

Qianzhou hurriedly said, "I've been wronged, but I've been protecting you."

Then he looked at Leng Nanxian with a little more condemnation in his eyes, the implication being that Leng Nanxian was the culprit.

Leng Nanxian snorted softly, pushed open the door of the study, and walked in: "Xia Ansheng, come in for me!"

With a bit of a fierce tone, An Sheng glanced at Madam Feng timidly. Madam Feng patted her hand and smiled comfortingly: "Go, my son is cold and warm, and he has long since softened."

An Sheng gave a soft "um", bit his lower lip, and followed Leng Nanxian into the study.

Sister Feng and Qian Zhou also wiped away the tears seduced by An Sheng, cursed Mrs Xue angrily, and went back to the front yard to get busy.

Leng Nanxian was standing with his back to the door and his hands behind him, facing the row of coveted books.

The noon sun was streaming in, and fine dust fluttered tirelessly in the light and shadow of the doorway.

An Sheng stood in the light and shadow, and she saw that the Ruyi embroidered on the toe of her embroidered shoes had lost its original brilliance, dimmed and looked downcast.

She laughed bitterly to herself, feeling that she was living in a mess.

"Close the door!" Leng Nanxian didn't turn his head back and ordered coldly, but his voice was different from before, as if he was desperately suppressing something.

An Sheng turned around and blocked the light and shadow outside the door, as if the dust had disappeared, and the study was quiet and pure.

"From today, you can read all the books here as you like."

"Ah?" An Sheng raised his head abruptly, somewhat unexpectedly, his eyelashes were trembling just now, rolling down a drop of crystal clear tears that had not yet fallen, and hung on his pink cheeks.

All, does it include the row of books on poison that she was not allowed to read?

Leng Nanxian turned around and couldn't help being stunned, then walked towards her gently, stretched out her jade-like slender fingertips, and gently wiped away the tears that had changed from hot to cool.

Like a frightened deer, An Sheng jumped away in an instant and took a step back.

Leng Nanxian's hand was still frozen in the air, still moist.

"Are you afraid of me?"

An Sheng nodded and shook his head again: "I'm not afraid, it's respect."

Leng Nanxian suddenly smiled, as if the morning flowers were just blooming, welcoming the warm sun, the breeze was blowing, the stamens were fragrant, and the golden light was dazzling.

His smile is so beautiful.

An Sheng has seen him smile, warm and easy-going, like a beautiful hand painted blue, hanging on his face, always in a constant arc, but with coldness and alienation, refusing to three feet.

And his smile, An Sheng seems to be able to see through this charming smile that makes the world pale, and sees his heart, as if a heart flower blooms, and his heart springs happily.

An Sheng was stunned, staring at his face stupidly.

Leng Nanxian coughed lightly: "Are you crying stupid? Why is it so woodsy?"

An Sheng hooked his head, a blush spread directly from his face to the roots of his ears, and the whole small and exquisite ears also became hot.

"It's just a bit of a surprise."

"Hmph, in your heart, is Master so stubborn?" Leng Nanxian asked in dissatisfaction.

"No, it is, it is" An Sheng searched his stomach, but couldn't find a suitable excuse.

"If there is something you don't understand, you can come to find the master, and never try the poison again."

Leng Nanxian's meaningful words, An Sheng remembered the second time he saw Leng Nanxian, he teased himself, and his cheeks became more and more hot: "Didn't Master always like this?"

"If you don't like it, you don't like it, but fighting it with poison can also detoxify it. What's more, if I want to detoxify, I have to dabble in it. It's better than you, a half-assed person who crosses the river by feeling the stones."

An Sheng remembered that he could see through his tricks at a glance, and knew that he was a self-deprecating statement: "If Master wants to harm others, wouldn't it be easy? Others are far behind?"

Leng Nanxian was a little complacent: "If your master's skill in making poison and detoxifying is the second, no one in this world would dare to be the first, and he is so inscrutable as a ghost, otherwise the name of this 'ghost doctor' comes from where?"

An Sheng secretly slandered in his heart: Since the master has a good ability to make poison with one hand, why is Leng Nanxian so stubborn that he rejects poison like this? It is a sin, a sin, to let these poison-making techniques be lost in his hands. It seems that the heavy responsibility of shining the lintel still has to fall on his shoulders, and the responsibility is heavy.

Seeing her complacent look on her face, Leng Nanxian did not know that she had already placed a glorious mission in her head, and continued: "If you need any medicinal materials, you can tell Qianzhou and let him help collect them together."

An Sheng was even more overjoyed when he heard that, and a gleam of brilliance suddenly appeared in his eyes: "Really?"

Leng Nanxian pursed his lips slightly, and it was rare that he smiled indulgently: "Has master ever lied to you and deceived you?"

An Sheng was instantly rejoicing, he just felt like his wings were about to rise into the air, and he looked at Leng Nanxian with a smile: "Thank you, Master, Master is so nice."

She wished she could just rush over and hug him tightly like Shi Cai and Sister Feng did, expressing her excitement and gratitude.

"Stop flattering, you don't learn what Qianzhou is good at."

An Sheng smiled "hehe", secretly slandering, Qianzhou seems to have only this consummate beard slipping technique worth learning by himself.

Leng Nanxian turned around, looked at her, and said calmly, "So now, should you tell Master what happened today?"