Qing Ge's eyebrows and temples were beating wildly, and she lowered her eyes resisting the urge to beat Jiu Ci violently.
Does Jiu Ci only have eyes for her brother-in-law...
Dongfang Po was stunned.
Brother-in-law...
Dongfang Po swallowed, turned his head slowly, and looked at Qing Ge unabashedly.
The woman has a lazy temperament, resting lightly on the soft cushion, her face is as cold as frost, there are three blood marks on the side of her face, her silvery white hair is scattered casually, her red lips are slightly pursed, her eyes are bright and her teeth are white, and her eyebrows are smoky.
Suddenly, two streaks of nosebleeds flowed out from under Dongfang's broken nose, and everyone in the carriage was shocked.
Jiu Ci closed his fan and smashed it onto Dongfang Po's shoulder, "Smelly doctor, what are you thinking about? You can be my brother-in-law too."
"I'm willing to wait until the girl grows up." Dongfang Po wiped his nosebleed and said seriously.
Jiu Ci was stunned. It took him a long time to figure out what Dongfang Po meant.
Before that, in the Emperor's Master's Mansion, Dongfang Po asked Qingge his age, and Qingge, a shameless person, said directly fifteen.
Jiuci coughed dryly and said: "Little brother, you are out of luck, give up."
"Ordinary people say that a gentleman makes a difference, faces difficulties, and never retreats when faced with difficulties. This is what a true hero is. I also want to thank you, the handsome young master, for your guidance, and I suddenly became enlightened." Dongfang Po also said goodbye to Jiu in the ancient deer carriage.
Big gift.
Handsome young man...
Jiu Ci makes me want to vomit.
What did he point out?
Why does this guy keep adding drama to himself?
Jiu Ci had no intention of adding Dongfang Po to his little notebook recording his new brother-in-law.
Qingge frowned and sighed, this is nothing.
"Your Excellency Dongfang, I'm really sorry. I concealed my age. I am twenty this year." Qingge said.
Dongfang Po's eyes lit up, "Isn't it wonderful that the girl is twenty years old? I'll ask my tutor tomorrow and I can propose to the girl."
"I have a husband...and a son..." Qingge said with a dark face.
"Marry one and get two free. This is not a bad deal. I can teach your husband and children to learn medicine. As a family of four, we can enjoy the happiness of heaven and man." Dongfang Po became more and more excited as he spoke.
Qing Ge, who is no longer able to speak: "..." Will studying medicine make people crazy? Who is his family of four?
Jiu Ci stared at Dongfang Po with his eyes wide open and his mouth wide open.
Do all men today want to be fathers so much?
There was King Qinglian in front of him and Dongfang Po behind him. If there was another divine king named Qingdi, he would really feel incredible.
Jiuci propped up his sharp chin, looked at his sister's stunning face, and sighed: "A beauty is a disaster..."
A drop of cold sweat fell on Qingge's forehead.
What does this have to do with her?
"Your Excellency Dongfang, please calm down." Qingge said, "This matter ends here. I am a family man."
Dongfang Po was quite disappointed, "It seems that the girl doesn't like me, and I no longer have the heart to fall in love with the mortal world. After I and the girl cured Lord Chi Yan, I will become a monk and become a novice monk."
Qingge: "?" What kind of lunatic is this?
Over the past few years, Qingge has met countless people and fought in all directions. She has never seen all kinds of strange people. Dongfang Po, a figure like this, really gives her a headache.
If you don't agree, you'll become a monk...
"You should become a monk as soon as possible." Jiuci said slowly: "Anyway, you doctors will basically become bald when you reach middle age. If you become a monk early, you can save some face for yourself."
"Young Master, what you said is wrong. When a person becomes bald in middle age, it is natural hair loss. If I become a monk, I will cut off all ties with the world, become independent from the world, and lose my hair voluntarily."
"They're all bald anyway."
"..."
The corner of Qing Ge's mouth twitched violently, I'm afraid only Jiu Ci could continue the conversation with Dongfang Po.
Qingge snuggled next to Yan Bingtong, closed her eyes slightly, and fell into a deep sleep.
The warmth she had been pursuing for two lifetimes was right in front of her. Yan Bingtong's existence made her iceberg-like soul and blood finally hot.
Yan Bingtong gently rubbed Qingge's head. When her eyes moved to Qingge's knees, she paused slightly.
Yan Bingtong hugged Qingge tightly.
The ancient deer carriage stopped in front of the Chiyan Mansion. Qing Ge slowly opened her eyes, only to feel the noise, but saw that Jiu Ci was still discussing the issue of baldness with Dongfang Po.
For some reason, Qingge suddenly felt a little cold in her head...
It seems that Xiong BaTian needs to research something to treat hair loss in case of emergency.
Qing Ge glanced at Jiu Ci and the two of them, and held his forehead helplessly.
How boring are these two people...
night.
Yan Bingtong walked to the bed after washing, but did not notice that the silk quilt on the bed was not neat enough.
Yan Bingtong coughed a few times, put the Wanjin Cauldron on the cabinet beside her, took off her outer robe, lifted up the quilt, and lay down on the bed.
The back of Yan Bingtong's head was resting on the jade pillow when she noticed some movement in the quilt.
A larger object moved several times, and finally its head poked out from the quilt.
Qingge opened her clear, clear eyes and looked at Yan Bingtong with a smile, resting her elbows on the bed, dragging her cheeks with her palms, grinning like a spring flower.
"Mother, I want to sleep with you." Qing Ge said.
"Silly boy……"
Yan Bingtong felt warm in her heart, and her soft soul seemed to be hit hard by something.
She took the quilt and wrapped Qingge tightly, preventing any cold air from invading Qingge's body.
Qing Ge hugged Yan Bingtong like an octopus. Yan Bingtong had a pleasant fragrance on her body. Perhaps, this was the fragrance of her mother in her dream.
When what was once out of reach is right in front of you, and the warmth of looking forward to two lifetimes is not far away, the happiness you feel at this moment is indescribable.
"I want to hear a story." Qing Ge said.
"Okay." Yan Bingtong's eyebrows were gentle and she told the story softly.
What Yan Bingtong told were all old-fashioned stories, but Qingge felt that there was no story more exciting than this, and there was no voice more beautiful than this.
Qingge has never slept so sweetly. There is no sound of wind and cranes, and the grass and trees are alert and vigilant. There is no cold of winter or hot heat of summer.
On the roof, Jiu Ci sat cross-legged, like an old monk sitting still, bored, with his hands folded around his chest.
Under the bright moon, Jiu Ci sighed: Women are trouble, and two women are even more trouble.
It seems that he will be in trouble in the future.
The moon is bright and the wind is clear.
The night is as cold as water.
Dongfang Po stood in the small courtyard, muttering to himself: "Brother-in-law..."
Suddenly, two more nosebleeds came out from under Dongfang's broken nose.
At noon the next day, the goddess found all the medicinal materials Qing Ge needed.
Qingge spent the entire afternoon processing the medicinal materials with Dongfang Po.
Handling medicinal materials is a very delicate job. As a pharmacist, the most indispensable thing is patience.
At night, Qing Ge began to treat Yan Bingtong.
After getting rid of the cold air in Yanbei, it will be left to Dongfang Po and Jiuci. She and the goddess will go to Qinglian.
If possible, Qing Ge really wanted to steal Yan Bingtong from the elves, but unfortunately the reality is very skinny.
Late at night.
Yan Bingtong was lying on the bed with her eyes closed, Dongfang Po was refining medicine on one side, and Qing Ge was using the green lotus fire, star power, and healing power to try to get rid of the terrifying nightmare cold air.
Jiuci, the goddess and the belatedly coming Hell are waiting in the corridor.
Qingge sat on the edge of the bed, raised her hands, surrounded by green lotus fire, and controlled the power of the stars in her palms. The power of the stars was too strong, and the surface was covered with a layer of healing power.
After Qingge prepared the combined power of the three, she opened the fabric of Yan Bingtong's legs and looked at the deep visible bone injury, Qingge's eyes darkened.
In the eyes, which are as deep as an ancient pool and as cold as cold stars, a scarlet mist arose, and a wisp of Xiaosha came out of the mist!
This life is too short, and decades have passed by in a hurry. She wants to protect her relatives and friends in this pure land, even if she doesn't have to wear flesh and blood, and she is not afraid of mountains of swords, seas of fire, and bloody storms.