Qingge's eyebrows and temples were beating wildly, and she withstood the urge to beat Jiuci down her eyes.
Is Jiuci the only brother-in-law in his eyes...
Dongfang Po was stunned.
Brother-in-law...
Dongfang Po swallowed, turned his head slowly, and looked at Qingge without any concealment.
The woman has a lazy temperament, leaning on the cushion, her face is like cold frost, and there are three blood marks on her side. Her silver-white and soft hair is casually dispersed, her red lips are slightly pursed, her bright eyes are white teeth, and her willow eyebrows are filled with smoke.
Suddenly, two nosebleeds came from Dongfang's broken nose, and everyone in the carriage was shocked.
Jiuci put the fan together and hit Dongfang's shoulder, "Doctor stinky, what do you think? My brother-in-law can be yours."
"I am willing to wait for the girl to grow up." Dongfang rubbed his nose and said seriously.
Jiuci was stunned and it took him a long time to figure out what Dongfang Po meant.
Before this, Dongfang Po asked Qingge's age in the imperial teacher's mansion. Qingge, who was a thick-skinned, said directly fifteen.
Jiuci coughed dryly and said, "Brother, you have no chance, give up."
"On ordinary people, a gentleman can make a difference, face difficulties and never retreat. This is a true hero. I also thank the handsome young master for his guidance and his insights suddenly." Dongfang Po also gave Jiu a farewell in the ancient deer carriage.
Great gift.
Handsome young man...
Jiuci wants to vomit.
What did he give advice?
Why does this guy keep adding drama to himself?
Jiuci had no intention of adding Dongfang Po to his small notebook that recorded his new brother-in-law.
Qingge frowned and sighed, what's the matter?
"Your Excellency Dongfang, I'm really sorry, I'm hiding my age. I'm twenty this year." Qingge said.
Dongfang Po's eyes lit up, "Isn't it great if the girl's house is twenty years old? I'll ask the family teacher tomorrow and I can propose marriage to the girl."
"I have a husband... and a son..." Qingge said with a dark face.
"Marry one and get two for free, this is not a loss. I can teach your husband and children to learn medicine. Our family of four will enjoy the joy of heaven and man." Dongfang Po became more and more excited as he spoke.
Qingge, who was unable to speak, "..." Will studying medicine make people crazy? Who is his family of four?
Jiuci stared at Dongfang Po speechlessly.
Do men nowadays want to be happy to be fathers so much?
There is the Qinglian King in front and the Dongfang Po in the back. If there is another god, Qing Emperor, he will really feel amazing.
Jiuci, with his sharp chin, looked at his sister's stunning face, and sighed: "Beauty is in trouble..."
A drop of cold sweat fell on Qingge's forehead.
What does this have to do with her?
"Only Lord Dongfang, please calm down." Qingge said: "I am a family man at this point."
Dongfang Po was quite disappointed, "It seems that the girl doesn't like Xiaoxia. Xiaoxia no longer cares about the world. After curing Lord Chiyan with the girl, Xiaoxia will become a monk and become a little monk."
Qingge: "?" What kind of crazy man is this?
Over the years, Qingge has seen countless people and fought in all directions. She has never seen any strange people before. The figure of Dongfang Po really gave her a headache.
If you have a disagreement, you will become a monk...
"You should become a monk quickly." Jiuci said slowly: "Anyway, you doctors are basically bald when you reach middle age. You can still give yourself some face if you become a monk earlier."
"The handsome young man said this badly. When a person becomes a middle-aged bald man, he will naturally lose his hair. Being a monk means breaking up the world, not having any disputes with the world, and voluntarily losing his hair."
"Anyway, they're all bald."
“…”
Qingge's mouth twitched suddenly, and I'm afraid only Jiuci could continue to chat with Dongfang Po.
Qingge snuggled beside Yan Bitong, closed her eyes slightly, and fell asleep.
The warmth she pursued for two lives was right in front of her. Yan Bitong's existence made her iceberg-like soul and blood finally heat up.
Yan Bitong rubbed Qingge's head slightly, and paused slightly when her eyes moved past Qingge's knees.
Yan Bitong hugged Qingge tightly.
The ancient deer carriage was parked in front of Chiyan Mansion. Qingge slowly opened his eyes and felt noisy, but saw Jiuci 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 study the treatment of hair loss in case of emergency.
Qingge's eyes swept over Jiuci and the other two, and he held his forehead helplessly.
How boring are these two people...
night.
After washing up, Yan Bitong walked towards the bed, but did not notice that the Tiancan Silk Quilt on the bed was not neat enough.
Yan Bitong coughed a few times, put the Wanjinding Cauldron with her hands on the cabinet beside her, took off her outer robe, lifted up the quilt, and lay on the bed.
Yan Bitong's head was just laid on the jade pillow, and she noticed some movement in the quilt.
A larger object moved several times, and finally poked his head out of the mouth of the quilt.
Qingge opened his agile and clear eyes, as clear as autumn water, and looked at Yan Bitong with a smile, holding his elbows on the bed with both hands and elbows, dragging his cheeks with his palms, and grinning like spring flowers.
"Mother, I want to sleep with you." Qingge said.
"Silly kid..."
Yan Bitong felt warm in her heart, and her soft soul seemed to be hit hard by something.
She held the quilt and wrapped Qingge tightly, so that a trace of cold air would invade Qingge's body.
Qingge hugged Yan Bitong like an octopus. Yan Bitong had a pleasant fragrance on her body. Perhaps, this was the fragrance of her mother in her dream.
When the past distant past is right in front of you, and the warmth of the two lives has not been far away, Qingge's happiness at this moment is indescribable.
"I want to listen to the story." Qingge said.
"Okay." Yan Bi's eyes and her eyebrows were gentle and she told the story softly.
Yan Bitong tells old stories, but Qingge feels that there is no more exciting story than this, nor is there a more beautiful voice than this.
Qingge has never slept so sweetly, without the wind, cranes, cranes, trees and trees, as if they were wary and alert, without the cold winter or the hot summer.
On the roof, Jiuci sat cross-legged, like an old monk sitting still, bored, with his hands wrapped around his chest.
Under the bright moon, Jiuci sighed: Women are troublesome, and two women are even more troublesome.
It seems that he will be in trouble in the future.
The moon is bright and the wind is clear.
The night is as cool as water.
Dongfang Po stood in the small yard and muttered to himself: "Brother-in-law..."
Suddenly, two more nosebleeds came out from the east and broke the nose below the nose.
At noon the next day, the goddess found all the medicinal materials needed by Qingge.
Qingge spent an afternoon with Dongfang Po and processed herbal medicines.
Handling medicinal materials is a very meticulous job. As a pharmacist, the most indispensable thing is patience.
At night, Qingge began to treat Yan Bitong.
To eliminate the cold air in Yanbei, we will leave it to Dongfang Po and Jiuci, and she and the goddess are going to go to Qinglian.
If so, Qingge really wanted to steal Yan Bitong from the elf, but unfortunately the reality is very skinny.
Late at night.
Yan Bitong was lying on the bed with her eyes closed, Dongfang Breaking on one side to refine medicine, Qingge was using the blue lotus fire, the power of stars, and the healing power, and trying to eliminate the terrifying cold air of the nightmare.
Jiu Ci, the goddess and the waiter of Yan Yu who had been here for a long time were in the corridor.
Qingge sat on the edge of the bed, raised his hands, and the green lotus fire on all sides. He controlled the power of the stars in his palm. The power of the stars was too strong, and the surface was covered with a layer of healing power.
After Qingge prepared the power of the three, she lifted up Yan Bitong's clothes on her legs and looked at the deep bone-stricken wound. Qingge's eyes were slightly dark.
It is as deep as an ancient pond, and the eyes of the cold stars are as cold as scarlet mist, and a wisp of blew rushes out into the fog!
This life is too short, and decades have passed by. She wants to protect her relatives and friends in this Pure Land, even if she doesn’t have the flesh and blood, and is not afraid of swords, fire, and bloody storms. (To be continued)