The Holy Hand Medical Concubine

This is the thousand generations.

Otherwise, with the financial resources and strength of the Qianshi Clan, they would have been regarded as fat in the hands of other aristocratic clans.

"The wealth of the Qianshi Clan is comparable to that of the Qianhua Temple, which is also true," he said.

"Well, I thought so too."

Sheng Chuxin nodded, and turned his eyes around the main hall again.

Not to mention other places, but on the way in from the outside, he saw many rare flowers, which one is not a treasure, it can be seen how rich this thousand generations are, and they are fat to the point of overflowing.

"Chuxin, Ahan, what are you doing sitting so far away?"

Sheng Xueqing watched the two of them whispering there, but couldn't hear what they were talking about, so she spoke to them.

These two, as if it would be embarrassing to follow her, actually ran into the corner.

"Ah? Uh." Sheng Chuxin pursed her mouth when she heard her question.

Can she say that she came to sit in the corner just so that she can watch the play safely without being stared at by Patriarch Qian?

Of course it can't, what she wants to watch is her mother-in-law's good show, and she absolutely can't talk about it.

"Mrs. Xueqing, my wound is still hurting. It's more comfortable to sit in the corner where I can't bask in the sun. Besides, the two of us who are nameless and nameless are always following behind you, so we don't look like that. ,Yes or no?"

Sheng Xueqing: "..."

Is this daughter really her daughter? Why is it completely different from her temperament?

Bei Yehan: "..."

He silently glanced at Chu Xin, his face full of helplessness.

"somebody is coming."

Hearing footsteps outside the hall, he reminded.

Hearing this, Sheng Chuxin immediately sat up straight, and looked towards the hall door, only to see a man walking in from outside with an attendant behind him.

"Ahan, this is Patriarch Qian, so young."

She quietly turned her head and whispered something in Beiyehan's ear.

In terms of seniority, Patriarch Qian is her own grandfather, he is so young, it feels like...

"Feels younger than you."

Bei Yehan's eyes sharpened, and he stared at Sheng Chuxin.

"Xin'er, do you dislike this Emperor's old face?" He asked faintly.

Demons and ghosts cannot be compared. Although Patriarch Qian is much older than him, people from the demons are born with a face that can charm the common people, and men are no exception.

It seems that Qian Jiazhu is younger than him, which is also within common sense.

"Uh, no, no, how can I, my Ahan is the youngest." Sheng Chuxin hurriedly laughed.

She just mentioned it casually, but she didn't mean to dislike anyone, Ahan must have thought too much, but when she turned her eyes to look at the Qian Patriarch who had already walked in, she didn't have the heart to flirt with Bei Yehan up.

"Ahan, this Qian Patriarch is so angry that he wants to do something to someone, as if someone owes him a lot."

"Mother-in-law owes him." Bei Yehan said.

Sheng Chuxin: "..."

Listening to Beiyehan's five words, she frowned tightly.

"Hey, that's not right. What do you mean Xueqing's mother owed him? It's clear that the bishop of the Qian family gave birth to a vicious son who killed Xueqing's mother. Who owes whom?"

She has to complain about Xueqing's mother. Whose son is Qian Shufeng, and who taught Qian Shufeng to be that selfish virtue? Could it be that Sheng Xueqing, the saint, is not the one?