There was a blush before the rain, a few strands of soft green smoke, and the beautiful soul disappeared before the sunset.
An Jing changed his clothes at the entrance of the alley, then put his cloak into the small medicine box, and then slowly returned to Jishi Hall, thinking happily: "I wonder what delicious food my wife has made today."
Zhao Qingmei was cooking in the back hall as usual, while Tan Yun went to collect the herbs that were dried in the afternoon.
"I wonder if that old boy Li Fuzhou went out to Goulan to listen to music again."
An Jing lamented the peaceful and warm days and couldn't help but hum a ditty.
"Um?!"
When he approached Jishi Hall, he saw the sign placed at the door and Tan Yun, who was lying on the table and sleeping soundly.
"Wake up, it's time to eat."
An Jing couldn't help but stepped forward, picked up the book and patted her little head.
"time to eat?"
I saw Tan Yun sitting up instantly, with a hint of translucence in his eyes.
"I asked you to look at the store, and that's how you look at it." An Jing took the wooden sign and said angrily: "You know how to eat and sleep every day, and eat when you sleep."
"Uncle, I..."
Tan Yun saw the wooden sign and wanted to explain.
"Forget it, you have a lot of lies. Take back the herbs you dried this morning. I won't care about this matter." An Jing waved his hand.
"Okay, I'll go now."
Tan Yun glanced at An Jing aggrievedly, and then walked towards the backyard.
"There may be some connection between the two..."
An Jing took out a box of pastries from the medicine box and threw it on the table. He couldn't help but recall the coldness on He Ping's wife.
Vaguely, he felt that this matter was probably related to Faxi Temple, like Cao Ling'er, or to be precise, it was related to the seal of Faxi Temple.
What exactly is this seal?
"There is still a ray of heaven and earth spiritual energy under the seal. If I get this ray of heaven and earth spiritual energy, it may help me break through to the earth flower realm."
After the battle with Liu Qingshan, An Jing discovered that this master on the Dragon Ranking was very powerful. If he encountered him, he must not be careless or underestimate him.
In the Rotation Hall that day, Tian Liu did not take action, and the masters of Xuan Yiwei also arrived in a hurry. Otherwise, even if he could escape that day, he would be hit hard.
Also, the last time I met the master in black at Cao's house, his strength seemed to be as good as Liu Qingshan's, but the master seemed to have some concerns, so he didn't attack with all his strength. The two only had a brief confrontation.
An Jing narrowed his eyes into a slit and thought: "When the seal breaks, it seems that I will have to go to Faxi Temple again. If others don't know, the ray of light will be passed along without anyone noticing." The spiritual energy of heaven and earth will be good..."
"Uncle."
At this moment, Tan Yun picked up the dustpan and put it on the medicine cabinet, "It's all done."
"Okay, just put it there and I'll take care of it later."
An Ding nodded, and then said: "There are cakes on the table, you can take them and eat them."
"I won't eat."
When Tan Yun heard this, he shook his head like a rattle.
"Why don't you eat?" An Jing suddenly became confused after hearing this.
In the past, when Tan Yun saw cakes, his eyes would light up and he would be extremely excited.
"Uncle, haven't you noticed any changes in me recently?" Tan Yun sighed.
"Variety."
An Jing glanced at Tan Yun and said, "No, I don't think there has been any change."
"Take a closer look." Tan Yun pouted, touched his slightly bulging belly and said, "I feel like I've gained a lot of weight recently."
Uncle Smelly, it seems he doesn’t pay attention to me at all.
Since arriving in Yuzhou City, she has gained weight at a speed visible to the naked eye.
An Jing heard that and began to look at Tan Yun.
Her pretty face has become a little rounder, but she also looks plumper and has a bit more charm. No wonder Han Wenxin becomes interested in that boy.
Then his eyes couldn't help but look at its fullness and erectness, and he was greatly surprised. He couldn't help but clicked his tongue: "I think it's getting harder and harder to control."
"Uncle, what are you talking about?" Tan Yun was a little confused.
What my uncle said was so strange. There was always something she couldn't understand, which was puzzling.
An Jing laughed twice and said, "No...it's nothing. The mille-feuille on the table won't taste good when it's cold. Go ahead and eat it."
“Thousand-feuille!?”
Tan Yun's eyes lit up, and the defense in his heart was instantly shattered. He clenched his teeth and said, "Uncle, my belly is so big, but you have half of the credit, no, more than half!"
With that said, Tan Yun picked up the mille-feuille pastry and stuffed three of them in a row.
"No, no, no, I don't dare to ask for this credit."
An Jing heard a drop of cold sweat appear on his forehead, and waved his hands quickly. As he spoke, his eyes glanced into the hall from time to time, and asked cautiously: "Hey, where is Madam?"
Tan Yun said with a careless look: "I don't know. When I woke up, the young lady and the third master were gone. Maybe she went to listen to a play."
She was fast asleep when the two of them went out, and Tan Yun thought that the two of them should be discussing matters within the church.
"Then he should be back soon."
An Dingding nodded and said, "It's time to close. Save some when you eat. Don't finish it all."
With that said, he walked out of the hall holding the wooden board.
Tan Yun couldn't help but curled his lips and said, "Uncle, do you actually think I can eat them all?"
"Not always."
An Jing smiled and prepared to connect and close the planks.
At this moment, a graceful figure stood not far from the door.
At this time, a few strands of hair were exposed at her temples, her eyes were reddish, and she looked quite haggard, staring blankly at An Jing in front of her.
"Madam, are you back? Did you go to listen to opera with Third Master? Sad opera? I told you earlier that those are all fake. If you have nothing to do, just learn more tricks at home."
This person is none other than Zhao Qingmei.
Li Fuzhou stood not far away, looking at the Yuzhou River in front of him, as if there were no two people in his eyes.
"It should be said that you are back." Zhao Qingmei glanced at An Jing and said.
When An Jing heard this, he realized something was wrong and stepped forward and asked, "What's wrong? Did something happen?"
"Where have you been?"
A trace of tears appeared in Zhao Qingmei's eyes, and then she smiled.
An Jing said with a smile: "I went to seek medical advice, and then I met a former patient. He said that I had a life-saving grace for him, and he was like a reborn parent who insisted on recognizing me as his..."
Before he finished speaking, he was hugged by Zhao Qingmei.
"Madam, what's wrong with you? Did you think of me when you were watching the opera?" An Jing felt the warmth in his arms and said with a smile: "When you hear those tragic operas, are you afraid that I will let you down?"
"Don't worry, although I am a rough man, but......"
He felt as if something had happened, but also as if nothing had happened.
"Rough guy?" Li Fuzhou glanced at An Jing with a hint of threat in his eyes, but An Jing seemed to turn a deaf ear.
"I'm thinking of you."
Zhao Qingmei laughed and said: "I was thinking that you have been out for a day and you haven't come back yet. I am worried that you died outside..."
Tan Yun on the side suppressed his laughter when he heard this, but Li Fuzhou had no scruples and burst into laughter.