Chapter 717: Brother, I Want to Marry Him
Feng Qingyan stood outside the door, watching the door in front of him being closed, and subconsciously raised his hand and scratched his head.
"Last night, after you left, your third aunt told me some things and asked me to tell you." Xi Hua looked into the distance, but the voice came.
"Huh?" Feng Qingyan turned his head and walked over.
"She said that your grandfather was actually killed by your uncle, she happened to pass by, hid in a dark place and quietly saw it, but she never dared to tell anyone for so many years in order to live, and she didn't know the reason for the killing." Xi Hua said all this very calmly, but Feng Qingyan didn't know what to say for a while.
My grandfather was killed by my uncle? They are father and son......
"There may be some hidden secrets in this, and only the parties are clear about the specifics." Xi Hua looked at her.
"Is that grandfather alive or dead?" Feng Qingyan muttered to herself, she remembered that last night Lin Yuan only said that her grandfather was in the ancestral grave of the Lu family, but she didn't say whether she was dead or not.
If the body is in the ancestral grave of the Lu family, then this will be a very normal thing, and it can only mean that he is dead.
……
Spices are lit in the room, and smoke wafts from the incense burner, which has a soothing and relaxing effect.
Feng Qingyue pierced one golden needle after another on Ye Yunshen's body, each one was pierced on the acupuncture points, and the strength of the needle was just right, and he almost became a hedgehog after a while.
I don't know how long later, when Feng Qingyan pushed the door in, Feng Qingyue's last stitch had just fallen, and Ye Yunshen fell asleep in this cigarette smoke.
After Feng Qingyue withdrew his hand, Feng Qingyan stood by the bed and stared at Ye Yunshen for a while, there seemed to be worry between his eyebrows, and finally walked towards Feng Qingyue, "Brother, when will Yun Shen wake up?" His injuries shouldn't be serious, right? ”
Feng Qingyue was pouring out two pills from the bottle, and when he heard this, he glanced at Ye Yunshen again, and said, "It's almost enough to cultivate well for another month, now you can let him sleep well, and he will have to sleep for at least half a day after lighting this incense." ”
As he spoke, Feng Qingyue put the pill in his hand into the bottle again and handed it to her: "This is your medicine." ”
"My medicine?" Feng Qingyan took it suspiciously.
"You take one pill a day for this medicine, come to me again after taking it, remember, don't forget." Feng Qingyue didn't say much to her, but simply explained a few words.
"Okay." Feng Qingyan responded.
Feng Qingyue had been busy with the matter at hand, Feng Qingyan thought about it, put the medicine away, and then leaned over and said to him, "Brother, I want to tell you something." ”
When she said this, her little face turned red for some reason, and Feng Qingyue looked at it and faintly felt that something was wrong. He guessed something, but asked, "What's the matter?" ”
"I want to wait until I celebrate my birthday on the 27th, and then I'll ......" Obviously, she had already thought of a statement in her heart, but when the words came to her mouth, she was a little embarrassed.
Perhaps, it is more appropriate for the night clouds to open their mouths deeply.
"You want to marry him?" Feng Qingyue looked at her with a calm look in his eyes, but he asked very seriously.
"Hmm." Feng Qingyan nodded.
And Feng Qingyue only smiled, but did not speak.
Feng Qingyan stared at him, and could clearly sense that there was some reluctance in his smile, and he didn't seem to be very happy.
He arranged some books on the table neatly, and said calmly: "Ah Yan, you have grown up, but the days in the future are still long, are you sure you won't wait a few years to get married?" ”
"How many more years?" She asked softly, then looked at him and said slowly: "Brother, don't you forget, Ah Yan has a few years to live." ”
As the words fell, she smiled bitterly.
Hearing this, Feng Qingyue's fingertips trembled slightly.