After Zhou Xianming heard this, he couldn't bear it anymore and looked at Han Wenxin angrily: "You fart! Miss Liyue is blind, and she has fallen in love with such a vulgar martial artist like you?"
An Jing was also shocked by Zhou Xianming's momentum, and the chopsticks in his hands were all flapping.
Han Wenxin frowned, rolled up his sleeves, exposed his thick arms and said, "What's wrong with Wu Fu? I have a single family lineage and three generations of head catchers. Do you look down on Wu Fu?"
Han Wenxin is half a head taller than Zhou Xianming. Coupled with his burly figure and sharp eyes, he cannot have the upper hand against the masters, but he can easily face the little scholar.
"No...it's okay."
When Zhou Xianming saw this, he immediately fainted, raised his glass and said to An Jing: "Doctor An, drink and drink."
An Jing picked up the wine glasses, clinked them, and said, "Mr. Zhou, actually some of what Brother Han said is right. Maybe Li Yue is playing with your feelings."
"Dr. Xiaoan, what you said is wrong."
Zhou Xianming glanced at Han Wenxin and argued rationally: "Why didn't he play with your feelings or Han Captou's feelings, but instead played with mine? She must also have a good impression of me to do this."
An Jing: "......"
Han Wenxin said mockingly: "Brother An, please stop trying to persuade me. When the truth comes out and he has nothing, he will understand the cruelty of the truth."
Mr. Zhou also rolled his sleeves and said, "When it's the big day for Miss Li Yue and I, Capt. Han remember to be more polite."
Han Wenxin sneered, "If you want to get married, I have to do it first."
"you?"
An Jing asked strangely: "Does Brother Han already have someone he likes?"
Han Baotou is slightly older than An Jing, and his father has been arranging marriages for him, but in the end they all ended without any problems. Could it be that Han Wenxin had some enlightenment?
Han Wenxin rubbed his hands and said with a dry smile: "Actually, Brother An, I have an unkind request. I don't know whether to say it or not."
Zhou Xianming raised his wine glass and stopped in mid-air, looking at the scene in front of him in astonishment.
Could it be that Han Wenxin Longyang is so good that he likes to meet men, and men with men...
"No, stop talking." An Jing was also shocked and said quickly: "My wife won't be willing."
"what's on your mind."
Han Wenxin said angrily: "What I want to say is Tan Yun."
"Tan Yun!?"
An Jing raised his eyebrows.
Han Wenxin nodded and said eagerly: "You are my half-brother, you must help me."
Although Tan Yun is not as stunning as Zhao Qingmei, she is still a rare beauty, and she is well-shaped, plump, and has a lively and lovely personality. It would be good if she could marry her home.
"Bah, you despicable head catcher!"
Zhou Xianming glanced at Han Wenxin and cursed in his heart, "No, I can't let Han Wenxin get his way."
Thinking of this, Zhou Xianming began to make secret calculations in his mind.
An Jing paused and said: "It's not that she can't do it. The key is that I can't make the decision. First, she has to be willing..."
If Tan Yun is willing, it is not impossible for An Jing and Zhao Qingmei to discuss it.
Han Wenxin said quickly: "She must be willing. Every time I go there, she takes the initiative to say hello to me. You forgot that the last time I went to the pharmacy to get medicine, she insisted on giving it to me in person, and even had dinner at your house. She
Pour me some wine, and..."
In the end, Han Wenxin thought that Tan Yun was like this because he was secretly in love with him.
Seeing Han Wenxin chattering away, An Jing was stunned for a moment. In fact, he really wanted to say that she had personally administered the poison.
"Captain Han, you see you've had too much wine, come and have some more food."
"You fart, I won't get drunk after a thousand cups of wine, Yuzhou Black Whirlwind, this little wine is just for gargling my mouth."
"Didn't you say before that you were a Yuzhou Diamond?"
"Aren't they all the same? After all, it's all me."
"When I come back in autumn, I'll invite you to Yutian Pavilion for a drink."
"Mr. Zhou, don't forget what you said before, you want to be a cow and a horse for me."
........
As the night grew darker, the entire city of Yuzhou seemed to have fallen into silence.
When An Jing saw the dim lights in Jishi Hall, his heart skipped a beat. Could it be that his wife wasn't asleep yet?
However, he was not panicking in his heart, because he had already discussed the words with Han Wenxin. Suddenly, there was an emergency in the Yuzhou City Prison, and he needed to be treated by himself, so it was delayed for a while.
An Jing sniffed his nose and found that there was no alcohol smell on his body, so he felt relieved.
"Creak!"
The side door was gently pushed open.
"Husband, why are you back so late?" A voice sounded like a silver bell.
I saw Zhao Qingmei sitting in front of the hall, holding tea in one hand, taking a sip, and then looking at An Jing with a smile.
An Jing's body trembled, and then he touched the sweat on his forehead, "That boy Han Wenxin stopped me halfway and said that several people were suffering from emergencies. Naturally, I would not stand by and watch this kind of life-threatening matter.
"
"By the way, madam, it's so late, why aren't you awake yet?" Speaking of this, An Jing rubbed his hands subconsciously.
Zhao Qingmei put down the teacup and said softly: "How could I sleep if you didn't come back?"
Tan Yun, who was hiding in the backyard, wrinkled his nose slightly when he heard this, and said: "Smelly uncle, I went out for a drink this time and said I was going to see a doctor, and I haven't brought back any cakes... I really want to expose it.
Your shameless face."
The Renzong spies followed An Jing and got lost, but in the end they found the whereabouts of An Jing and the others at Wuyang Winery, so they naturally reported the news intact.
An Jing said apologetically: "Madam, it's really hard."
He went out to drink, but he didn't expect Qingmei to care so much about him. If he knew that his cultivation was related to people in the world, he would definitely be worried every day. Qingmei must not let Qingmei know about this.
Zhao Qingmei picked up a small cup on the table and said, "Husband, come and drink the medicine."
Drink medicine!?
An Jing was stunned for a moment, "Madam, is this a mistake?"
The cup was completely dark, and there was a faint medicinal fragrance floating in the air.
Zhao Qingmei actually cooked medicine for him. Does he still need medicine for such a powerful body?
Zhao Qingmei raised her eyebrows slightly and said, "That's right, this is the hangover medicine I cooked."
"Wake up... hangover medicine."
An Jing was stunned for a moment, then laughed twice, took the hangover medicine and drank it in one gulp. He secretly muttered in his heart, how did Zhao Qingmei know that she was going to drink?
Is there a mole?
It shouldn't be. Zhou Xianming and Han Wenxin both crawled back. Logically speaking, they shouldn't be able to tell the truth.
And there was no smell of alcohol on his body, which caused a trace of doubt in An Jing's heart.
"Does it taste good?"
Zhao Qingmei took the empty cup and smiled.
"What Madam makes is delicious."
An Jing opened the topic guiltily and said, "By the way, Madam, what do you think of the new Korean guys?"
"What's wrong with that boy Han Wenxin?" Zhao Qingmei asked with some confusion.
"What do you think of him and Tan Yun?" An Jing said with a smile.
Korean new guy!?
Tan Yun, who was taking a deep breath and preparing to go back to rest, heard this, and his two little pink ears immediately stood up.
Zhao Qingmei raised her eyebrows and said with a half-smile: "You mean that boy Han Wenxin has fallen in love with Tan Yun?"
An Dingding nodded and said, "He said that Tan Yun seemed to like him very much..."
This sentence basically represents all the meaning of Han Wenxin, An Jing just summarized it.
"If Tan Yun is willing, I have no objection." Zhao Qingmei blinked her peach blossom eyes and seemed to be smiling along with her lips.
Take a fancy to him!
When Tan Yun in the backyard heard this, his face sank and he clenched his fists loudly. That boy Han Wenxin dared to slander me. It seems that he can't just learn literacy these days, but also learn sword skills.
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Feeling An Jing and Zhao Qingmei walking towards the backyard, Tan Yun secretly wrote down his notebook before returning to his room.
The evening breeze blows gently, and the endless starry sky is vast and boundless.
It seems that a lot of worries and melancholy are melted into the thick night.
An Jing raised his head and sighed: "Tomorrow will be a good day."
"What I like most is good weather." Zhao Qingmei also raised her head and murmured: "When the weather is good, people's mood also improves."
Looking at that beautiful face and gentle eyes, An Jing secretly swore in his heart that he would not let her get involved in the right and wrong of this world like him, and he would protect her.
"Husband, what's wrong?"
Zhao Qingmei chuckled lightly and took An Jing's hand.
"Qingmei, you are so beautiful, I want to see more of you." An Jing said seriously, clasping her jade hands.
"Idiot, I'm yours, you can look at me as long as you want." Zhao Qingmei's heart was beating rapidly, and her face turned red.
"It's getting late."
Anjing felt the smoothness and softness in his hands.
With a hint of charm in her eyes, Zhao Qingmei said, "Brother, it's getting late."
When I miss her, I feel like not seeing her for one day is like three autumns.
She doesn't smile at you, and you feel that you haven't seen her for three autumns, but only for one day.