Poisonous Peasant ‘Concubine’

"Ha ha?"

It was obvious that the entire handsome tent was covered with a suffocating atmosphere. Seeing his appearance, everyone burst out laughing, but the little dumpling who was responsible for being funny was full of doubts on his forehead. Not for a reason, he crawled to his father's side with all his strength, but this time Yan Shengrui didn't dare to hold him any more, so he let go of his hand almost helplessly.

"Oh, too? Second brother goes over a little bit, and people want to hug Daddy too."

Finally free, the little dumpling gasped and cheered exaggeratedly, knelt on the bed and pulled Ling Wen's clothes, and when Ling Wen backed away a little, two small arms hurriedly wrapped around Ling Jingxuan's neck: "Daddy You slept for a long time, people are worried to death, the father is good or bad, the little dumpling wants to hold you to sleep, and wants you to get better soon, the father also asks the second brother to drive others out, father, please help me scold the father ?"

Seeing how capable he was, he immediately started to sue him, before Ling Wen left, he didn't forget to pat his pouted little butt: "What nonsense, father is afraid that you will be infected by your father, and the children are from the family. , please don't talk nonsense!"

Having said that, Ling Wen's somewhat red eyes were full of smiles, and his face was full of doting on his younger brother.

"People don't talk nonsense. When Xiao Tuanzi was sick in the past, daddy hugged me, and then my illness was cured quickly. Dad was ill, as long as Xiao Tuanzi held him, he would definitely be well soon, too. It's all the father's fault, he wants to hug Daddy himself, and not let the little dumplings hug, Daddy, are you right about the little dumplings?"

The little guy wrinkled his nose without squinting, and protested very vigorously with his hands on his hips. At a young age, he knew that he was fighting for reasons, although it seemed that what he was fighting for was all his self-righteousness.

"Who told you that the father would not let you hug him if he wanted to hug him?"

Facing his son's "reasonable and well-founded" accusation, Yan Shengrui lamented angrily, because he was afraid that he would be infected at a young age? As for resentment like this?

"No one told me, it was people's own guess. Father and King kicked us out. Don't you want to hug Daddy yourself? People are not stupid, they have known it for a long time."

Turning around to look at him, the little dumpling insisted on his guess. After speaking, he did not forget to raise his chin high. Yan Shengrui admired his son's "smartness" to the ground. As a milk baby who was less than five years old, what was going on in his mind? What are you wearing? How can you think so much?

Holding the young son who was mishandling a lot of people, Ling Jingxuan motioned him to sit on his lap with his eyes. The little dumpling was also well-behaved. He looked down at the quilt covering his lap, and silently stepped back and knelt beside him. Ling Jingxuan felt warm in his heart, and pinched his little nose dotingly: "Father didn't hold Daddy, it's for your own good that he let you go out, young babies are most likely to be infected by colds and colds. The dumplings are sick, and my father’s illness is not getting better. Who will hold our dumplings to recuperate? Besides, if you are sick, you will feel dizzy, dizzy, and have a headache.

"No, no, don't get dizzy, dizzy, and have a headache!"

Resolutely forgot about the complaint, Xiao Tuanzi hurriedly shook his head in a panic when he heard the words, Ling Jingxuan's eyes instantly filled with smiles, he couldn't help pinching him again: "Then it's over, Father is really for the king. Hello!"

"is that so?"

The little dumpling tilted his head and thought for a while, then stood up and threw his arms around Yan Shengrui's neck, and put a wet kiss on his face very enthusiastically: "I'm sorry father, I'm wrong, you forgive the little dumpling. OK?"

The beautiful Danfeng looked at him with a blink of an eye, and the little dumpling who did something wrong again used him to act coquettishly and cutely?

? With the addition of threats, why do you say it is a threat? It's very simple, because as long as Yan Shengrui dares to shake his head and say he doesn't forgive him, then he will deflate his mouth and cry to him. This has happened many times in the capital, and they are all afraid of him.

"This trick again, don't talk nonsense in the future, or I'll smash your little ass!"

Sure enough, Yan Shengrui hugged him, both helpless and doting. This little bastard, let alone him, sometimes even Jing Xuan can't handle it.

"Hee hee! No, no, people like the father the most, how can they talk nonsense?"

The little dumpling smiled brightly, and then leaned over to get into his arms and continued to act coquettishly to consolidate his father's love for him. Everyone shook their heads as they looked at him. He really deserved to be a little bastard. He was heartless and had no principle at all. Alas - "Master, let me check your pulse again."

While their father and son were making a fuss, Zhao Shan walked over and sat beside the room, Ling Jingxuan smiled and stretched out his hand, looking at his eyes with warmth, his apprentice is really good, he can help him detoxify and help He healed the disease, and it was worth the years of his training.

"Well, the fever has subsided, and the symptoms of wind-cold have also eased. I have to continue to take the medicine. After two days of training, I will almost be fine."

Withdrawing his hand, Zhao Shan warned cautiously, if an ordinary person had his pulse, it would be fine even if he didn't need to take medicine, but he was different.

"Forget the medicine for the cold, give me something mild and nourishing."

He is also a doctor. No one knows his physical condition better than him. It is not good to take too many strong medicines.

"Well, that's fine, then I'll prescribe a gentle prescription again, and by the way, I'll prescribe a few more health-preserving prescriptions, and let Shui Linger make you some medicinal food."

"Ah? You still spare me!"

Before he could finish speaking, Ling Jingxuan couldn't help lying on the bed and wailing. God knows that when he was in Southern Xinjiang last year, he ate medicinal food.

He almost vomited after eating, and finally got rid of that sad life, and he didn't want to do it again if he was beaten to death. With the attention his family's men and children place on him, he dared to bet on the top of his head that once he started eating , they will definitely make him suspicious of life again!

"The protest is invalid! Brother Shanzi, make a prescription."

Da Baozi dismissed his father's protest without even thinking, and asked for Shanzi's prescription. Zhao Shan also seemed to remember what happened last year, and showed a rare smile of schadenfreude. Treat him like this.

"It's not Xiaowen, what is that?"

"Um?"

"No, it's fine, just eat it, can't you eat it?"

Ling Jingxuan's protest was submerged in the cold hum of the big bun and the threat of Yan Shangqing, the iron boy. This time, he did something wrong and had to bear the consequences. Ling Jingxuan couldn't help but pull the little dumpling into his arms: "The little dumplings will all eat with daddy in the future, okay? Shui Ling'er will definitely cook something delicious for us every day."

The two words deliberately delicious are enough to show how much resentment he has in his heart. Yan Shengrui and his son couldn't help shaking their heads, but Xiao Tuanzi said excitedly, "Really? Okay, okay. , people like the food made by Sister Shui Linger the most."

While speaking, there seemed to be traces of saliva on the corners of the little guy's mouth. Ling Jingxuan rubbed his stupid son's head feebly. No matter how delicious he is, he will eat three meals a day plus a late-night snack. Sooner or later, he will vomit. ?

Chapter 737 Honest, through that little thing (1)

Ling Jingxuan woke up, all the people who cared about him rushed to the handsome tent. It was just time for lunch. Everyone ate at the handsome tent. After a lively lunch, everyone took turns telling Ling Jingxuan not to leave. Chuáng, take more rest, don't worry about the army and the battle, make sure he really listened to them before everyone is ready to leave, of course, didn't forget to take it away and want to sneak up on Chuáng and his father A small group sleeping together.

"Angry?"

After nearly 30 hours of sleep, Ling Jingxuan was already full. He was lying in his man's arms. He stretched out his right hand and gently rubbed his chin covered with stubble. He knew it was his fault this time. They shouldn't be worried. It's just that, under the circumstances at that time, there were more than one million people in the chaos, many of whom were good in martial arts. Can he not worry? If something happened to Sheng Rui, at least he hoped that he would be the first to know, not through the mouths of others, until the end.

"No, you should know, I never want to be angry with you."

Taking his hand and putting it on his chest, Yan Shengrui stared at the top of the tent with his eyes out of focus. He really didn't think about anything in his mind, no, to be exact, now his mind is full of chaos, nothing Thinking of a way, the only thing I can realize is that Jing Xuan has woken up and is right in his arms.

Hearing this, Ling Jingxuan raised his head to look at him, his sword brows were almost untraceable, and he turned over and sat up cross-legged: "Yes, you are not angry, but you are afraid, Sheng Rui, I am just Feng Han, not that scary, and I know my body is a bit poor, but it has been well maintained over the years. In the future, I will remember to drink Crescent Moon Spring water every day and try to maintain it better. I also remember that when we were in Lingjia Village, the old man recruited us. Is it the thousand-year-old ginseng? After I went back, I stewed it and ate it. I didn’t have a bad body. I said I would stay with you until old age. Have you forgotten? Am I that untrustworthy? people?"