Chapter One Hundred and Twenty Seven Paper Figures Connected
"Madam, you won't accidentally throw away the paper man."
An Jing muttered.
"Husband, what are you looking for?"
At this time, Zhao Qingmei also walked to the bedroom and saw An Jing standing in front of the closet, and couldn't help but become a little nervous.
An Jing said while gesturing, "The paper figures I made are about the size of a palm."
"Really, you are so old, why are you still playing with paper figures?"
Zhao Qingmei said angrily, and then took out the two paper figures from the closet next to her.
"Madam, this paper man is no ordinary person."
An Jing took the paper figurine and smiled.
"What's unusual?" Zhao Qingmei asked.
In the morning, she found two more paper figures on the table. She didn't care at all and put them away.
"Take it."
An Jing handed one of the paper figures to Zhao Qingmei.
Zhao Qingmei took the paper figurine doubtfully and became a little curious.
"Ma'am, take a look."
An Jing smiled, and then moved his fingers on the arm of the paper figurine in his hand.
The next moment, the paper man's arm in Zhao Qingmei's hand actually moved.
"Is it so magical?"
Zhao Qingmei was a little surprised, then moved the arm of her paper manikin, and An Jing also moved the arm of the paper manikin in his hand, "Looks like this is quite interesting."
"Is it fun?" An Jing looked at Zhao Qingmei, who rarely showed her cute and playful side.
"really interesting."
Zhao Qingmei nodded, becoming more playful, not only squeezing the paper man in her hand.
An Jing smiled and said, "Madam, these two paper figures can be linked at the same time no matter how far apart they are. In this way, even if you go back to visit relatives, we can still feel each other."
Zhao Qingmei's heart moved and she said: "Husband, let's make a secret signal."
"good."
"Look, if you move your left hand once, it means I miss you. If you move your left hand twice, it means..."
"What about the right hand?"
"Let me think about it. If I move my right hand once, it means I am fine and don't need to worry. If I move my right hand twice, it means I am in a happy mood. If I move my right hand three times, it means I am in a bad mood."
An Jing stared at the paper figurine in his hand, as if he thought of something, he chuckled and said, "Madam, what about applauding with both hands?"
As he spoke, An Jing moved the paper man in his hand.
"Pop!" "Pap!"
I saw two palms of the paper man clapping together, and the paper man in Zhao Qingmei's hand also clapped its palms.
Seeing this, Zhao Qingmei threw An Jing down on the bed and rode under her. Then her delicate nose wrinkled, her watery eyes looked at An Jing below, and she said coquettishly: "Husband, you said you represent
What?"
An Jing held Zhao Qingmei's slim waist and said, "If you don't tell me, how will I know?"
Under the weak light, her charming face seemed to be burned by flames, and her long eyelashes were flickering slightly.
"Brother, you still say you don't know?"
Zhao Qingmei felt something strange in her lower body, and a hint of cunning suddenly appeared in her eyes. She leaned down and blew hot air next to An Jing's ear, "I can see you very clearly."
An Jing turned over and then pressed Zhao Qingmei under him. Looking at that charming body, he blinked and said, "Of course you must listen to Madam."
It seemed as if a flame was constantly burning, and the atmosphere in the room became more charming.
Zhao Qingmei moaned with trembling tongue and murmured sweetly.
"Brother~!"
His body is as light as a dance, he sings to the rosy branches in the moon, his voice is wonderful, and he breaks the jade leaves in the clouds.
...........
The next day, outside Yuzhou City.
The sun was deeply hidden by the clouds, and the sky looked a little gloomy.
"The weather is really bad today."
An Jing stood outside Jishi Hall, holding his waist and couldn't help but murmured.
At this time, a carriage stopped at the door.
"The weather can't be good every day, there will always be storms."
Zhao Qingmei was dressed in red clothes, her beautiful eyes were full of charm, and she also looked at the gloomy sky.
An Jing said: "Yes, it was sunny the past few days, but it's only cloudy today."
"It's not an outing anyway."
Zhao Qingmei smiled, thought of something, and said: "Husband, I have almost packed everything. Your clothes are all in the closet on the left, and your two pairs of shoes were all washed yesterday.
I just bought some garlic yesterday, and there aren’t many vegetables left in it. I usually buy it once a day. The account books were just calculated three days ago, and most of the herbs have been purchased..."
Zhao Qingmei's delicate red lips kept chattering, for fear that she had forgotten something.
"Madam, don't worry." An Jing smiled bitterly and said, "I used to handle all of this by myself."
Zhao Qingmei glared at An Jing and said coquettishly: "How can it be the same?"
At this time, Tan Yun came out carrying two big bundles, looking very funny and a little cute.
"Miss, I've put these in the carriage."
"Go ahead."
Zhao Qingmei nodded.
When An Jing saw this, he couldn't help but secretly said in surprise: This Tan Yun's meal is really not in vain, it looks like he is doing a good job.
"Madam, you will be back for two months and you will bring so many things with you?"
"Bring more clothes, I like to wear them, and some other sundries."
Zhao Qingmei said, looking a little disappointed, and said: "Husband, I have to leave."
An Jing said softly: "Soon, I'll be back soon."
I don't know why, but at this moment, he suddenly felt empty in his heart.
A wisp of breeze blew by, raising the soft hair. The corners of Zhao Qingmei's mouth raised slightly and she said: "Yes, I will be back soon."
"Miss, all the baggage has been put in."
Tan Yun said and stood aside obediently.
"Let's go." An Jing said.
Then the groom drove the car, while An Jing, Tan Yun and Zhao Qingmei walked to the south of the city.
Then the coachman stopped the carriage in the distance and waited quietly.
Zhao Qingmei whispered: "Husband, remember to keep the things I give you."
"Let's go, be careful on the road, and if something happens, remember our previous agreement."
"Yes, I remember."
"Remember to come back early."
Hearing An Jing's words, Zhao Qingmei laughed out loud.
She often said this to An Jing, but now he said it to herself.
"Why don't you speak?"
An Jing gently touched Zhao Qingmei's jade cheek and smiled.
"I see"
Zhao Qingmei stepped on the carriage, her nose felt sore, and she said, "I will be back as soon as possible."
After saying that, she hurriedly got into the carriage.
An Jing looked at the figure getting into the carriage and felt a lot of reluctance in his heart.
"Doctor An, I'm leaving then."
The groom asked softly when he saw this.
"Wait a moment."
For some reason, An Jing felt his heart beating rapidly and felt inexplicably uncomfortable. Thinking of this, he also got into the carriage.
"Green plum!"
"What's wrong?"
When Zhao Qingmei saw An Jing sneaking in, she forced a smile and said, "You can't bear to leave me?"
An Jing smiled: "Yes, I just want to see you again."
"When I come back, I'll let you see as much as you want. Come on down, I really have to leave."
Zhao Qingmei's face turned slightly red.
"good."
An Jing said, exited the carriage and said to the coachman: "Let's go."
The groom clasped his fists, then struck the horse's butt with a whip, "Drive!"
As the horses' hooves stepped forward, the wheels rolled forward.
An Jing looked at the carriage slowly walking forward, as if he was lost in thought.
At this moment, the curtain on the rear window of the carriage opened, and Zhao Qingmei's beautiful face was revealed. Her eyes were a little red at this moment.
"remember to miss me."
After saying that, he quickly lowered the curtain.
The river water always flows eastward, and every parting is for the next meeting.
Tan Yun stood behind An Jing and looked at the somewhat unfamiliar Zhao Qingmei.
In her previous impression, Zhao Qingmei had two sides. In front of others, she was the ruthless, decisive and domineering leader of the Demon Cult, and in front of An Jing, she was a gentle, virtuous, kind-hearted lady.
She has always felt that this handsome and virtuous person is just a mask for the leader of the Demon Cult.
But looking at it today, she felt that the cold-blooded and domineering leader of the Demon Cult was her mask.
I have never understood the leader, but she has always been herself.
An Jing watched the carriage go away, still standing there no matter how much time passed.
"Uncle, go back."
Tan Yun whispered.
"Let's go back."
An Ding nodded, then returned along the original road, and said casually: "Tan Yun, what did Madam say to you when she left?"
"have."
Tan Yun nodded and said, "Miss asked me to take good care of my uncle."
An Jing let out a long sigh and said sadly: "Then what should we do for dinner?"
As soon as his wife left, he found that even dinner was a problem.
"Uncle, how about I do it?" Tan Yun blinked and said.
.........
Jishitang.
Tan Yun touched his belly and lay on the chair with a satisfied look: "Uncle, this steamed turtle tastes really good."
"That Wuyang Restaurant is the most famous restaurant in Yuzhou City, so the taste is certainly not bad."
An Jing said angrily: "I'll give you three days to learn some cooking skills as soon as possible..."
Naturally, he couldn't ask Tan Yun to cook dinner, so he could only take Tan Yun to Wuyang Restaurant for a meal.
Tan Yun cost him almost three hundred cash in one meal. If he went to restaurants every day, he might have to go out to borrow money in less than ten days.
This is a bad sign. Should he do it himself?
"I see."
Tan Yun lowered his head, as if to cheer himself up again, and vowed: "Don't worry, uncle, I can definitely learn it."
If you want to capture a man's heart, you must first capture his stomach.
Thinking of this, Tan Yun suddenly became motivated.
"I hope so."
An Jing sighed and then walked into Jishi Hall.
At this moment, a black shadow ran out from the backyard.
It was the little black boy, running towards Tan Yun excitedly like a wild horse running wild.
"Is it crazy?"
An Jing couldn't help but said when he saw this.
"Woof woof! woof woof!"
As if he heard An Jing's words, the little black boy barked at An Jing in a menacing manner.
"This dog has become bolder..."
When An Jing saw this, he felt even more strange. This little black guy had yelled at him before, but he never dared to speak so loudly.
"Let's go, let's go cook."
Tan Yun took Little Hei Zai and walked towards the visit. She set a small goal in her heart, first let Little Hei Zai recognize her craftsmanship.
When Little Hei Zai saw Tan Yun walking towards the backyard, he quickly followed him, but when he saw Tan Yun walking towards the kitchen, he suddenly stopped.
"Still want to run!?"
Tan Yun lifted up the little black boy's head and walked directly into the kitchen.
"Ouch...Ouch..."
In the kitchen, the screams of the little black boy suddenly came.
"If you die from poison, just eat dog meat."
An Jing thought to himself when he saw this, then picked up the medicine box on the table and walked towards his room.
"Creak!"
The medicine box was opened, and inside there was a cloak and eleven night-light pearls.
"When Madam comes next time, I'll give her a surprise."
An Jing chuckled and carefully took out the eleven night-light pearls. The medicine box suddenly became empty.
At this moment, a sluggish paper man at the bottom of the medicine box came into view.
This paper man was the paper man Jiang Sanjia used to communicate with him, but the two of them had not used this to communicate for a long time.
An Jing carefully picked up the paper man, and suddenly the paper man suddenly turned into ashes.
"This is........."
An Jing's heart was shocked, as if he was reminded of the thunder in his heart yesterday.
Could it be that Jiang Sanjia is dead?
Was that sign yesterday because of Jiang Sanjia?
After a long while, he came back to his senses, cleaned up the debris on the ground, and couldn't help but let out a filthy breath.
"Brother Sanjia may be dead, but the black fate in me has not been eliminated. It seems that I need to practice the Guigu Mental Technique to the realm of Erxuan as soon as possible. This will give me an extra way to save my life. If something unexpected happens in the future, I can still have some leftover."
There's room."
Thinking of this, An Jing took a deep breath, lit the candle, and then began to think about Gui Gu's mental method.
The paper man turned into ashes, which was undoubtedly a wake-up call for him.
The black opportunity had been hidden, and it was a thorn in his heart.
The Guigu Heart Technique is a Tianwu-level mental technique, which is much more mysterious than the incomplete Daluo Heart Technique. It is very difficult to practice to the second profound level in a short period of time, but fortunately Jiang Sanjia has annotated the Guigu Heart Technique for Anjing.
All this time, An Jing has not had enough time to take a closer look and study.
Today, you can read the annotations of Guigu's Heart Technique in detail to see if you can break through to the Second Mystery.
"The sun, stars, and latitudes are in the palm of his hand, and he can check the comings and goings. He is not tired of salt. He has six towers and three strategies. There are endless changes. He can arrange the formations and move the troops in unpredictable ways..."
An Jing looked along the book, studied it carefully, and understood the profound meaning.
The more I look at it, the more I feel a sense of spiritual bliss, like an enlightenment.
Unknowingly, an hour passed before An Jing closed the book.
Then he sat down cross-legged and silently recited the Guigu Mental Technique, and then the qi in the body began to move along that route.
Not long after, a black airflow emerged, and then a white airflow surged out.
One black and one white, the two air currents are constantly intertwined.
Black and white are intertwined, and simplicity complements each other.
Unknowingly, An Jing was immersed in it.
However, he always restrained his energy to prevent it from spreading.
The black and white air currents were constantly surging in his meridians, and at the same time, the flowers on the ground were solidifying bit by bit.
Cultivation is also growing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
...........
Dayan, Saibei, border town.
The long yellow sand swept in, blowing the teahouse's big flag.
"How long do you think the old man can hold on?"
"I guess it can last another two or three years."
"It doesn't matter how long you persist, there is no way there will be any results."
"Then Tofu He's temper is really smelly, I don't think it is possible."
"Have you fallen in love with old man Xiang?"
...........
It looks like a shabby teahouse, but it is extremely lively.
They were gathered in groups of three or five, as if they were discussing something.
And what everyone is talking about can be regarded as an anecdote in the small town.
Nine years ago, an old man named Xiang came to this small town and opened a teahouse here. This old man liked to chat with people, brag and often brag about how great he was when he was young. According to him, he was
A very powerful swordsman.
At first, the people in the town really believed it, but soon they found that the old man was bragging more and more, and what he said was even more irrelevant. He even told others that he was the best swordsman in the world. Later, everyone discovered that the old man was timid.
Poor guy, he didn't look like a powerful swordsman, but now I realized that what he said before was all lies.
However, Old Man Xiang is a very good person, and the people in the town get along very well with him.
In addition to running the teahouse, Old Man Xiang also launched a 'pursuit and beating' of Dou Fu He, the owner of the tofu stall in the town.
However, this matter has been unresolved for several years.
"Old man, bring me a pot of tea!"
A swordsman carrying a long sword sat down and shouted loudly.
"Come on, are you here so early today?"
Just then, an old man with white hair and a smile came out carrying a kettle and poured a large bowl of tea for the swordsman.
This person is the owner of the teahouse, Old Man Xiang.
The swordsman smiled and put the knife in his hand on the table.
"To the old man, to the old man."
At this moment, a boy of thirteen or fourteen trotted over from a distance, and then walked over panting.
"Boy Zhu, how's it going?"
The old man asked quickly.
Many people drinking tea around also looked over, with a hint of expectation in their eyes.
"No, she said you won't make much money a year by opening a teahouse, unless..."
The young man gasped, stretched out five fingers, and whispered: "Unless this number."
Sometimes Zhu Kai really couldn't understand that this old man, half of his body was about to be buried, actually wanted to marry the old woman from the Zhennan tofu stall.
Could it be that you have lived to this point and have already thought about it?
Or do you mean that before you die, you can find a wife to accompany you through the few remaining years?
I don't blame him. At his age, he can only choose tofu.
However, the old man Xiang is really perseverant. Over the past few years, he has persevered even though Dou Fu He made sarcastic remarks. Now it can be said that all the hardships have come to an end. Dou Fu He's attitude has changed a lot in the past few years.
In the past, his attitude was cold and even sarcastic, but recently he has started to relax.
"Five hundred coins!?"
Old man Xiang couldn't help but smile when he heard this: "What's so difficult about this? I still have fifty cents a day in this teahouse, isn't ten days enough?"
Three black lines appeared on the young man's forehead, and then he shouted: "Are you really stupid or pretending to be stupid? This is fifty taels. Do you know fifty taels?"
Fifty taels, for ordinary people, is already a huge sum of money.
"Fifty taels?" When the old man heard this, he said: "This is too expensive. Does she think she is a yellow flower girl?"
"What, fifty taels?"
"This is a bit difficult to handle. If it's only five taels of silver, we can still get it together."
"This is too much. An old woman costs fifty taels..."
"That is to say, I am sincere to the old man. Sincerity is priceless."
........
When everyone around heard this, they all looked unhappy with the old man.
They had long seen Old Man Xiang's persistence, and many people even came to this teahouse to drink tea, mostly to see if Old Man Xiang was progressing smoothly.
An old man took a sip of tea and said with a smile: "Maybe you don't know, right? Why did this tofu come here thirty years ago? At that time, I was a little older, but I still looked graceful. I don't know how many people
I secretly fell in love with her, I heard that a captain in Nan Daying fell in love with her at first sight, but she didn't agree."
"Real or false?" Some people were doubtful.
Zhu Kai also nodded repeatedly: "I also heard my grandpa say that Dou Fu He was said to be a first-rate beauty back then, not inferior to any ordinary yellow-flowered girl. My grandpa also said that when Dou Fu He was young, he must be as beautiful as an oiran.
The great beauty.”
Someone said on the sidelines: "Let me just say, although Na Dou Fu He has a bad temper, he has an elegance in his heart."
Xiang smiled at the old man and said to Zhu Kai: "Why are you going to give that tofu? I don't have these fifty taels. I only have this small teahouse. If she is willing, I am willing to give it all to her...
"
"Are you really willing to give this teahouse to her?" Zhu Kai asked doubtfully.
"Of course, as long as she wants it, I will give her my head." The old man Xiang said seriously.
"Go, go, it's unlucky. No matter how evil-minded Tofu is, he won't be able to kill you," said a scholar next to him.
He smiled at the old man and said nothing.
"I'm going to deliver the message now."
Zhu Kai thought for a while and said: "If it comes to pass, don't forget, old man Xiang, what you promised me."
He patted his chest to the old man and said, "Don't worry, I will teach you everything you can. If you learn my three basic skills, there will be no problem in conquering the world."
"Huh!"
Everyone around was cheering.
"Okay, okay, I'll go now."
When Zhu Kai heard this, his heart was filled with excitement, and he wished he could learn the sword technique immediately and travel across the world.
With that said, he quickly ran towards Zhennan.
"This kid Zhu Kai is really stupid."
"If you brag to the old man, he actually takes it seriously."
"I don't know why this tofu won't let go."
"In my opinion, not necessarily."
........
Everyone around laughed.
Old man Xiang looked at Zhu Kai's back, shook his head and said: "This is not called stupidity, this is called innocent heart."
Everyone sat down and waited for Zhu Kai's reply.
"By the way, caravans have been coming and going recently, and I heard that something terrible happened in Yujing City." The swordsman said.
"Is there any big event more exciting than the battle between Puhui Bodhisattva and Sect Leader Lin?" Everyone around was interested.
"can say that."
The swordsman said nonchalantly: "Not long ago, dark clouds suddenly gathered in Yujing City, strong winds blew, and then a thunder fell, splitting the rooftop into two halves..."
"Thunder from the sky!?"
Everyone looked shocked when they heard this.
Thunder is a thing that comes from heaven. Since ancient times, these things seem to represent an ominous sign.
The old man Xiang also paused as he entered the house.
"Could it be your Majesty..." The scholar looked worried when he heard this.
"Don't say this out of your mouth just for fun."
The people next to him quickly stopped him.
The swordsman continued: "I heard from people in the caravan that it seems that a divine fortune teller in the world is trying to predict the fate of my country, Dayan, and he was eventually killed by the backlash."
"National destiny!?"
When everyone present heard this, their expressions became a little solemn.
Nowadays, the news that the Emperor of Dayan was seriously injured has spread in the public, and even the people in the city have a layer of gloom in their hearts, especially the people on the border.
There are many caravans here, and a lot of news about Houjin has been spread. Naturally, knowing the sharpness of this tiger's claws, they all have a vague premonition in their hearts.
Everyone talked a lot and expressed their opinions.
Old man Xiang on the side fell silent.
At that moment, he felt like an invisible knife pierced his heart, leaving him breathless.
At that moment, he seemed out of place with everyone around him.
"Xiang old man, Xiang old man..."
At this moment, Zhu Kai ran over excitedly and shouted: "Tofu He agreed. She said that if you only use this small teahouse as a betrothal gift, she agreed."
Zhu Kai's voice resounded instantly, and everyone around him looked happy.
"This is a great joy."
"I didn't expect Dou Fu He to agree."
"We will get married tomorrow, and I will give you three hundred coins!"
"Go, go, let's get married. From my point of view, we can just go to the bridal chamber."
"Ha ha ha ha!"
........
They are all happy and blessed from the bottom of their hearts.
Zhu Kai looked at Old Man Xiang and said strangely: "Old Man Xiang, what's wrong with you?"
Everyone also looked at the old man Xiang, feeling very surprised.
At this time, the old man Xiang was silent and did not look happy at all.
He said to the old man: "Boss Zhu, please give me one more sentence."
"What words?"
"Tell Doufu He that when I become the best swordsman in the world, I will come back to her."
As he spoke, he walked towards the old man and walked towards the house behind him.
........
Yuzhou City, at dusk.
The golden sunshine shone on the earth, like a veil covering the entire city of Yuzhou.
An Jing walked towards the medical center with the medicine box on his back. He went to five different places for consultation this afternoon, and he couldn't help but feel a little tired at this moment.
Just as he turned the corner, a familiar figure appeared in front of him.
It is the Song Nian of Wuliangguan.
"Dr. An!"
Songnian saw Anjing doing the clasping fist.
An Jingxiao asked: "Where are you going, Master Song?"
Compared with the few female crowns in Wuliang Taoist Temple, this Songnian is a breath of fresh air and appears to be very polite and courteous.
Songnian said: "My master asked me to spread some notices and news about the world."
"what news?"
An Jing's heart moved when he heard this.
Spreading news in the world, this Zhenyi Sect is obviously doing something big.
Songnian smiled and said: "This matter is from Jianghu news. I wonder if Dr. An has ever heard of the name of the Ghost Swordsman?"
"I've heard some." An Ding nodded.
Not only have I heard...
Songnian said slowly: "The great master asked me to spread the news in Yuzhou City, hold a banquet and invite the Ghost Swordsman to Wuliang Taoist Temple to talk about it."
"oh?"
An Jing blinked when he heard this.
This master of Zhenyi Sect obviously had ulterior motives for wanting to see him. Perhaps it was for Qi Yun's death, or for Da Luo's inner magic. No matter what, he couldn't go to the Infinite Taoist Temple.
There is no such thing as a good banquet, this is the saying.
Songnian shook his head and sighed: "In my opinion, this matter is probably a bit mysterious."
The death of Qi Yun has been vaguely spread. No matter what, this ghost swordsman has an unshirkable responsibility. How could he go to Wuliang Temple?
Moreover, the ghost swordsman always hides his face every time he appears. A master like him obviously doesn't want to reveal his identity.
An Jing clasped his fists and said helplessly: "I know very little about Jianghu affairs, and I don't know much about it."
"It's a good thing that we don't know much about Jianghu. Dr. An should have returned from consultation. It's getting late. I have to go back to recover, so I won't bother you."
Songnian also bowed his hand and left directly.
Looking at Songnian's back, he began to think in his heart. According to the information in Songnian's words, he knew that there should be an expert in this Wuliang Taoist temple, otherwise it would be impossible for him to be invited to the banquet.
An Jingke had no intention of attending the banquet at Wuliang Taoist Temple.
"Wait a minute, could it be said that the black opportunity in me is because of the True One Sect?"
An Jing thought of something and his brows suddenly tightened.
Because judging from the current environment, only Zhenyi Sect has interests involved with him, and now it seems that only Zhenyi Sect and Puhui Bodhisattva can pose a threat to him in Yuzhou City.
The Bodhisattva Puhui is said to be leaving soon...
"That's not right. There was a master master on Sanmiao Mountain at that time...and by chance, I met Mr. Jiang. Could it be that Mr. Jiang is the mysterious master?"
An Jing seemed to have caught something, "But it's not right. Then why did the master want to kill him? His identity should not have been exposed yet."
If your identity is exposed, there should be a reminder in the land certificate.
Unknowingly, An Jing had returned to Jishi Hall, then sat at the counter and began to think.
Since Zhao Qingmei left, the medical center has become much colder, although people still come and go in the medical center every day.
"Uncle, try it quickly, I made it."
At this moment, Tan Yun hurriedly walked out of the backyard, "I feel like I've made a lot of progress this time."
When An Jing heard this, his whole nerves became tense.
I saw Tan Yun holding a plate. On the plate were simple fried vegetables. They were shiny and looked normal.
"What we did this time was quite impressive."
An Jing looked at it suspiciously, feeling a little strange in his heart.
In the past few days, Tan Yun has been going into the kitchen to practice her cooking skills every day, but the dishes she cooked are terrible, as if she was born without this nerve in her brain, but today she seems to be able to eat them.
Tan Yun took the chopsticks and urged: "Uncle, please try it. It's delicious."
"real or fake?"
An Jing looked suspicious.
"I've already tasted it." Tan Yun nodded seriously.
"Okay then, I'll give it a try."
An Jing picked up the chopsticks, took a deep breath, and then carefully picked up the green vegetables. He was not in a hurry to taste it, but stared at the little black guy next to him. After he found that there was nothing wrong with it, he was relieved.
.
There is nothing wrong with being careful in everything.
An Jing did not take it lightly, but stuck out his tongue and licked it.
"Um!?"
Feeling the delicious taste on his tongue, he took a small bite.
"Uncle, what are you doing?"
Tan Yun stared with big eyes and said angrily.
"It's really good."
After An Jing took a bite, his eyes couldn't help but light up.
The taste of this dish is very good, and it also has a very familiar feeling.
"of course."
Tan Yun suddenly said triumphantly: "You don't even see who I am?"
Looking at her, she felt like she was proud of herself, a villain who had succeeded...
"Yeah?"
An Jing asked strangely: "Why do I feel like I've eaten this dish before?"
"I asked the chef of Wuyang Restaurant for advice. It's normal for you to have eaten it."
Tan Yun seemed to suddenly think of something and said: "I have other dishes, I will serve them now."
With that said, he hurriedly walked towards the backyard.
The little black boy followed quickly like a follower.
An Jing shook his head. At this moment, he felt something strange in his sleeves and took out the paper man.
It turned out that the left hand of the paper man moved, which meant that the lady missed him.
An Jing subconsciously smiled, and moved the paper man's left hand to respond to Zhao Qingmei.
Afterwards, he kept playing with the paper figures.
.......
Dayan, Guandao, the night is like water.
A carriage stopped nearby, and the coachman stood respectfully beside it, not daring to show his anger.
In the carriage, Zhao Qingmei held the paper figure in her hand, with a smile on her lips.
At this moment, the paper man started clapping continuously and seemed unable to stop.
Zhao Qingmei's smile deepened when she saw this.
I don't know how much time passed before I opened the curtain and walked out.
"Leader!"
The groom quickly knelt down and said in a trembling voice.
At this moment, his heart was like a turbulent tide. It turned out that the leader was married to the doctor in Yuzhou City. No wonder he had searched all over the city for the doctor in Jishitang.
He seemed to know something he shouldn't know. Thinking of this, cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
"Don't worry, you won't die."
Zhao Qingmei said calmly: "After all, we still have to come back in two months."
Hearing this, the groom immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
Zhao Qingmei continued: "Next, when you get tired along the way, switch to other Renzong masters. When you get tired, switch horses. I want to go back as fast as possible. I don't want others to know that I am in the carriage. If the news leaks...
..”
The groom hurriedly said: "Master, don't worry, my subordinates can work day and night without changing people."
"Very good. When you return to Dongluo Pass, you will be rewarded heavily."
Zhao Qingmei nodded.
Hearing this, the groom was suddenly shocked.
Although the trusted leader is rumored to be cold-blooded and murderous, he also has clear rewards and punishments. The heavy rewards mentioned by the leader must be extraordinary.
The groom immediately clasped his fists and said seriously: "I am willing to go through fire and water for the leader, no matter what."
"I don't need you to go through fire and water, just drive the carriage and set off."
Zhao Qingmei said lightly and then got on the carriage.
"I obey my orders!"
The groom saw Zhao Qingmei getting into the car, and then he also sat on the seat and shouted softly: "Drive!"
...........
An Jing chuckled, slowly put away the paper man in his hand, then stood up and looked at the moonlight outside the door.
"I wonder where Madam is."
According to his estimation, he must have left Jiangnan Road by now.
An Jing muttered to himself and was about to close the door, but at this moment, a figure appeared outside the door.
"Doctor An, wait!"
I saw a man in his forties walking in hurriedly.
"It's a coincidence that you came, I was just about to close."
An Jing put down the wooden board in his hand and said, "Are you taking medicine or seeing a doctor?"
He recognized this man, he was the shopkeeper of Wuyang Wine Shop.
The shopkeeper glanced at An Jing, with a troubled look on his face, and said, "Dr. An, I'm not here to get any medicine, nor am I here to see a doctor."
An Jing frowned and asked: "You don't see a doctor or take medicine? Then you are..."
"Is such that......"
The shopkeeper gritted his teeth and said: "Your maid packed some vegetables from me in the afternoon and said I would pay you when they were delivered. But in the afternoon the man came and your maid said I would pay you tomorrow..."
"Is there such a thing?"
An Jing raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard this.
He said how he had never tasted this dish today...
"You're an unreasonable shopkeeper!"
At this moment, Tan Yun walked out angrily, "Didn't I tell you? I'll give you the money tomorrow. You really can't wait all night?"
"Woof woof woof!"
When the little black boy saw this, he bared his teeth at the shopkeeper with a fierce look on his face.
The points rush shows what it means to fight against the power of a dog and a man.
When the shopkeeper saw this, he immediately whispered: "We are a small business, making small profits but quick turnover, and we do not accept credit. Doctor An knows that..."
"Small profits but quick turnover, I think..."
"Shut up!"
Tan Yun wanted to speak, but An Jing gave a clear drink, and then looked at the shopkeeper, "Shopkeeper, I wonder how much the total is?"
The shopkeeper glanced at Tan Yun, who was about to burst into flames, and said with some embarrassment: "It's a total of one hundred and seventy-two cents. Doctor An just gives me one hundred and fifty cents."
An Jing took out the money from his purse and said: "This is two hundred coins. Shopkeeper, please keep it. There is no need to look for the rest. After all, I asked you to go there in person."
"This...how can this be done?"
The shopkeeper shook his head and said: "Doctor An is also a regular customer. How could I do such a thing? Doesn't this ruin my brand?"
An Jing smiled and said: "In that case, you can bring me some more dishes tomorrow, and I will make up for them when the time comes."
When the shopkeeper heard this, he quickly responded: "Okay, okay, tomorrow I will ask the chef to prepare some of Dr. An's favorite side dishes."
"It's really troublesome for the shopkeeper."
"I'm the one who disturbed Dr. An, so I'll take my leave now."
"Walk slowly."
An Jing watched the shopkeeper of Wuyang Wine Shop leave, and then slowly returned to Jishi Hall.
"Uncle..."
Tan Yun lowered his head and his voice was very low.
This was the first time that An Jing felt angry. This feeling was somewhat different from when she faced Zhao Qingmei, which made her even more nervous.
The little black boy lay on the ground, licked his fur, and looked at his master curiously.
An Jing sat down and asked, "Tell me what's going on?"
"I...I saw my uncle sitting there very worried and in a bad mood every day recently, and holding a lamp at night. I wanted to make some food for my uncle to make him happy."
When Tan Yun said this, he buried his head even lower, almost buried under the majestic waves, and said aggrievedly: "But my cooking skills are improving slowly... so I asked the waiter from Wuyang Restaurant to
Send some dishes first and pretend to make them yourself."
Slow progress is an incorrect word...
An Jing couldn't help but feel angry and funny, "Well, if you don't have any money to give them today, will you have any money tomorrow?"
"No."
Tan Yun shook his head and thought to himself: I originally planned to borrow some from Han Wenxin tonight.
But it is naturally impossible to say this.
"You."
An Jing sighed.
When Tan Yun heard An Jing sigh, he felt anxious and said quickly: "Uncle, don't be angry. I won't dare to do it next time. No, there will be no next time."
An Jing shook his head and said nothing.
"Uncle, don't be silent."
Tan Yun bit his lips and said quickly: "Why don't you scold me a few times, and if you still don't feel relieved, you can just hit me a few times."
"If I hit you, how should I hit you?"
An Jing said angrily: "I'm hungry, let's eat first."
He was not angry in the first place. In his opinion, this was just a trivial matter, and Tan Yun was acting this way because he cared about him.
Tan Yun nodded repeatedly, stuck out his tongue and said: "Yes, yes, uncle, you will have strength only when you are full. I have put all the dishes in the dining hall, you can eat them directly. I will cook them today... I
All I ordered were my uncle’s favorite side dishes, including okra, leek and eggs, stir-fried lamb kidney..."
Who said I love food!?
An Jing pretended to be vicious and said: "Let's go, eat first, and I will teach you a lesson after I have eaten. Do you know what kind of torture the prisoners in the prison will receive? They will be your fate."
Tan Yun thought of something, his face turned red, and he whispered: "Uncle, you don't know how to use a whip, right? That one doesn't seem to hurt..."
Somehow, there was a little more excitement and expectation in her heart.
When An Jing heard this, he staggered and almost fell down.
........
Not long after, it was in the dining hall.
"Tan Yun, why are there only vegetables and rice?"