The four hundred and eighth round

At noon, Qin Ying went back to the house on time to eat, and was surprised to see Li Chunfeng, who had just been married for a few days. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Qin Ying leaned over and joked to him, how could he still have the mind to come over to visit relatives and friends, but he replied earnestly: Emphasis on color and light on friends, what a gentleman does not do.

"Senior brother and I are not outsiders, let's be honest and clear." Qin Ying took a sip of the teacup that Mei Sanniang was holding, and smiled at Li Chunfeng.

Li Chunfeng sighed, his eyes looked around, the hairpin lady was not in the yard, and he dared to say from the bottom of his heart: "We chose to get married this year because we wanted to give Aya Chong joy, but it seems that things have backfired." "His parents Gao Tang live far away in Yizhou, and some time ago they discussed marriage, but Li Chunfeng sent a letter to ask for advice. Now the Aya in his mouth refers to Pei Lone.

Qin Ying's expression was stunned when she heard this, she was still thinking about it in her spare time these days, whether to discuss with the hairpin lady and let Pei Lin move to her house, but today it was Li Chunfeng who sent it to the door by himself. She directly discussed with Li Chunfeng, and the effect was almost the same.

"Has Master Pei's illness recurred? I've not been too busy lately, so if you can't rest assured, ask him to come and stay with me, and save you from running around with the old man. ”

However, Li Chunfeng showed hesitation on his face, and finally said in pieces: "Don't bother...... You're in poor shape. If Aya has given you a sick life, the master will not scold me for several days. What's more, the hairpin lady took marriage leave and stayed by Aya's side all day, lest something wrong with his body. If you put Aya here, I'm afraid she won't be able to give it up. ”

Qin Ying put down the cup and joked: "Then you move over together, anyway, there is a row of empty rooms in my house." ”

Li Chunfeng knew that Qin Ying was teasing herself again, so he didn't take it seriously at all, raised his hand and touched the top of Qin Ying's hair, and heard her grin and shout, "If you touch it again, it won't grow tall", so he withdrew his hand contentedly, and then glanced at her obliquely, as if to answer her, "Even if no one touches her head, it won't grow tall."

After tidying up the messy broken hair on her face, she suddenly remembered something, and called him in a loud voice Senior brother asked:

"--Master, his old man is temporarily living in your house, did he predict how old Master Pei will live? If this year is more dangerous, I think Chongxi may not be able to avoid it, and it is more appropriate to come to my house. Don't be embarrassed, nominally Master Pei is my distant uncle. ”

I saw Li Chunfeng shaking his head in distress and said, "The master refuses to tell me such a heavenly opportunity. Whenever I wanted to talk, I was drunk by the master. ”

Qin Ying nodded, at this time, there was already a bad guess in his heart, but his face was still as calm as a breeze.

Today, Li Chunfeng and the hairpin lady came to Qin Ying's house to ask Qin Ying, and they came to the house to diagnose Pei Lian's pulse later. Both of them were thin-skinned, and they refused to say it directly, Qin Ying and Mei Sanniang took turns to tell the two of them to be relieved, and only then did they reveal the tip of the iceberg.

The hairpin lady seemed to be a different person after marriage, and there was no situation where Qin Ying expected her to suppress Li Chunfeng, but she was as gentle and gentle as water, and she obeyed Li Chunfeng's words, as if she gave him the sovereignty of being in charge of the house outside, so the lady's temperament rose up slowly, which gracefully surprised Qin Ying.

In fact, Pei Lin didn't dare to believe that after his only daughter got married, the transformation was so drastic in just a few days. Although Li Chunfeng treats the hairpin girl so well that he can't put his beak, Pei Lin still remembers that when the hairpin girl was a child, she mixed with several sons under her own protection, and made a lawless naughty tomboy.

It's really the eighteen changes of the female university.

During the dinner in the front hall, Qin Ying asked the hairpin lady in confusion: "Can marriage make people look completely different from the past?" She drank the soup and drew with her chopsticks. You must remember that Qin Ying swore before the Spring Festival that she would open the valley after the Shangsi Festival on the third day of the first month of March, and now she still insists on eating breakfast only and drinking soup with people at noon.

The hairpin lady covered her lips and smiled: "A marriage of a long life is a consensual errand. He let me in the past, and now I have to learn to let him. Only by being tolerant of each other can the relationship be long-term. ”

"Tsk. If I get married, I won't change my strong personality. Qin Ying lowered her head and pondered.

"What didn't happen, I can't say for sure." The hairpin lady glanced at Qin Ying meaningfully.

In the afternoon, Qin Ying asked Mei Sanniang to take care of the house, and she took the medical box and needle box, and walked to their house with the Li couple, and met Yuan Laodao and Pei Lin in turn.

Yuan Lao Dao needless to say, the cultivator's breath is even and knows how to maintain health, except for the liver fire is a little prosperous, the other conditions are very smooth; Pei Lian's leg disease is still not good or bad, but Qin Ying is worried that if he drags on like this, something will suddenly happen.

After opening a prescription and handing it to Li Chunfeng, focusing on marking the time of the medicine and the order of decoction, Qin Ying thought of a way to take a look at it every three days. This matter is carried out in private, and it is not a violation of the rules I set in the past.

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The Dragon Boat Festival is coming soon. The official office of the Ministry of Rites gradually became busy preparing for the palace banquet that night, and the ancestral hall where Qin Ying was located, the work was still relatively easy, and the copywriting was completed and sent to various official offices, and it was almost enough to hold a meeting every day. She secretly left early every day, and visited her relatives in the name of visiting relatives, but actually went to Li Chunfeng's house to fight the autumn breeze.

Clear-eyed people know that Qin Ying and Li Chunfeng will not be cousins if they have different surnames, but Li Chunfeng's home is in Yizhou, so there is no good person to study whether they are cousins or not.

Although Qin Ying and the others have been taking good care of Pei Lian, his body is still moving towards irretrievable weakness and exhaustion at a speed that can be seen by the naked eye.

The hairpin lady cried many times behind her back, and later she was afraid that Aya would see the abnormality of the red and swollen circles under her eyes, and she avoided Pei Lonely, for example, in the past, she did it herself, but now Li Chunfeng did it for two out of five times.

Li Chunfeng treats Pei Lin like his own father, and he is very thoughtful.

Even Yuan Tiangang was jealous that Pei Lian had something to rely on, and even wanted to deliberately stumble on the threshold, and also taste the taste of the juniors who never left him. He's just thinking about it. There is a sick man in this house, and he touches everyone's hearts, and he does not share the sorrow of the disciples, nor does he add trouble to the disciples.

As the old saying goes: Hold the gourd and scoop it up.

He once approached the room for Pei Lin to recuperate, and through the gap in a window, he saw that Qin Ying's posture for diagnosing the pulse was not quite right, and it seemed that all five fingers were used. However, he knew that Lang Zhong's pulse diagnosis was only three fingers.

Immediately, Yuan Laodao broke into the side room, pulled her outside without saying anything, and shouted: "How dare you use your own cultivation to prolong the life of a dying person?" ”

(To be continued.) )