readx;? In the evening, the cold wind blows, and the sunset floats slowly with the wind, giving people a soft feeling like satin, which is extremely quiet. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

At this time, Qingyang dragged his tired and scarred body outside the prison forest.

"Damn it, not only did I step on a big trap, but I was almost eaten by a wild wolf!" Qingyang gasped, wiping the sweat dripping from his forehead with his hands from time to time, looking extremely embarrassed.

"Alas, if I'm like in a dream, I'll be kingly, then what kind of wild wolf am I afraid of! Maybe even the eldest sister's cold disease will be eliminated with a wave of her hand!" Although Qingyang was tired, when he thought of that ethereal dream, his eyes were still bright and shining.

"No matter! Let's rush back first!Otherwise, if it's too late, the eldest sister should talk again!" Qingyang shook his head, sobered up, and immediately rushed home.

It's late, and I can't even catch up with the meal.

When Qingyang appeared in front of Qingye Hall with Dan Qinghua in his hand, he found that at the door, there were already two women looking at them with anxious eyes, both of them had beautiful faces and were youthful and moving.

"Sister Pity Sister Yue, I'm back!" Qingyang shouted excitedly, ignoring the embarrassing scars on his body, which were all cut by the thorns and sharp grass in the prison forest.

"Young Master, why did you come back, it's already so late!" Qing Lian first breathed a sigh of relief, and then pouted.

"Sister Pity, isn't this going to collect medicine for the eldest sister. Besides, I'm in my twenties, so it's okay to go home later. Qingyang pursed his lips and muttered. Although he said so, there was still a little warmth in his heart slowly circulating, how could Qingyang not know the concern of the two women for Qingyang.

"Alas, too, you look at other people's families who have already married daughters-in-law at the age of twenty, and even the baby is a few years old, you have been insisting on going to Beijing to catch the exam, but unfortunately it was a little bit worse last time. At this time, a woman who was a country and a city came out of the lobby, her face was a little pale, and she sighed lightly.

Hearing this, Qingyang's eyes lit up, it was his eldest sister, Qingye.

Qingyang smiled and said, "Sister, you are cold, don't come out to blow the wind." Besides, there is a way that is a late bloomer. Besides, I have passed both the township examination and the general examination, and as long as I do well in the palace examination in a month's time, I will be able to pass the examination and become a respected person. ”

"Stinky boy, don't talk about the personal relationship of your children, then tell me how long you and the Yun family fairy are going to delay?" Qingye scolded with a smile.

Hearing this, Qingyang's delicate face turned red suddenly, and he said, "Eldest sister, this is a lot of good things." After all, he is a king cultivator, how can I be worthy of a mortal, at least I have to wait for me to be lifted!"

"It's just that you're slippery!" Qingye couldn't help but smile when she heard Qingyang say this.

"Okay, okay, come in and eat, the food is cold. Qingyang, it's the palace test in a month, you have to eat more!"

On the dinner table.

"Eldest sister, when I am lifted, I will go to the Yun family to get married!" Qingyang's mouth was stuffed with rice grains, although the coarse tea and light rice were light, he ate very happily, and he was very happy today, for some reason, as if he had been separated from the eldest sister for a long time, in his heart, there was always a warm current of emotion flowing slowly, which made him enjoy it very much.

"Eat slowly, don't rush. Qingye smiled with relief when he saw this, and said softly.

"Besides, that marriage contract was bought by your eldest sister and I desperately back then, how can his Yun family need any Ming media to marry. ”

Hearing this, Qingyang immediately laughed and said in a loud voice: "I mean, I can raise my head and be a man." ”

"Well, don't put too much pressure on yourself, just go with the flow. Qing Ye is also looking at Qingyang with care at this moment, in her heart, Qingyang is everything to him.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem. As he spoke, Qingye coughed and kept talking.

"Miss!"

Seeing this, Qinglian Qingyue immediately stepped forward and patted Qingye's back, while Qingyang immediately put down the dishes and chopsticks, frowned, and said, "Sister, are you here again?"

"That's why I really wanted to get it. Qingyang didn't say this, but his eyes were full of determination.

Zhongju means not only that the status rises, but also that you can increase your official rank and become rich, and only when you are rich can you have the ability to ask a powerful cultivator to treat the eldest sister's cold disease, every time she sees Qingye coughing hard, Qingyang's heart is throbbing.

It's just that Qingyang's idea is a little naïve.

The cold disease that Qingye suffered from is not an ordinary cold disease, the outbreak of the hidden disease she left behind for the Qingye Hall's southern and northern wars over the years is no longer an ordinary cold disease. Besides, with Qingye's strength, she couldn't invite a powerful king cultivator to heal her, let alone Qingyang?

The addition of a mortal official to a knight is nothing in the eyes of the king cultivator.

After the meal, Qingyang didn't pick up the book to read, but after taking care of Qingye, he hurriedly went out in the eyes of Qinglian Qingyue and Qingyue.

Tonight is a weekly storytelling meeting for storytellers, so you can't miss it.

From childhood to adulthood, if you want to say who has the greatest influence on Qingyang, in addition to Sister Qingyang, it is this storyteller, the storyteller talks about a lot of things, other children can't listen to it, but Qingyang is the only one who listens to it with relish, and even pesters the storyteller to talk more and talk more every time.

Over time, Qingyang gradually became familiar with the storyteller, and when he became familiar, he naturally became an important support in Qingyang's growth. If it weren't for the storyteller, Qingyang would not have learned to read and write, let alone be able to go to Beijing to take the exam now.

All of this is due to the storyteller.

It's just that the relationship between Qingyang and the storyteller is very delicate. The storyteller often goes crazy when he talks, opening his mouth and closing his mouth to be a sword immortal, taking people's heads thousands of miles away, and so on, over time, Qingyang calls him a crazy old man, because in his opinion, this storyteller is really crazy.

However, no matter if he is crazy or not, Qingyang only feels that this storyteller has an appetite for him, and he also likes the sense of freedom and chic and poetic life with the storyteller.

Walking and walking, Qingyang came to a tavern and said to the shopkeeper: "Xiaobai, the same old look, half a tael of yellow wine!"

"It's Yang Shao here, okay!" The shopkeeper immediately smiled when he heard this, and said.

Immediately, the shopkeeper took out a small pot of wine from under the cabinet and handed it to Qingyang, took a few Wang Shi that the latter gave him with some flesh pain, and chuckled: "I'm going to listen to the old fool again?"

"Haha, that's right!" Qingyang took the wine, and his eyes stayed slightly on the two highest jars of wine in the tavern, and there were a few words on the wine jars - sunset and dusk wine.

"When I get up, I'll buy you this wine. Qingyang secretly said in his heart, but his face was still smacking his tongue for the price of this sunset wine, these two jars of wine actually cost a full ten medium-grade Wang Shi.

Although Qingyang is the young master of Qingye Hall, he never uses the money of Qingye Hall, and in this regard, he is very clear, he has to rely on himself.

"Okay, I'm leaving!" Qingyang carried the wine, didn't say anything, and left straight away after telling the guy.

Speaking of this wine, it is the favorite of the storyteller.

Without wine, the storyteller would not be able to live. In his dilapidated house, there is nothing, but it is full of wine, and without wine as a companion, he doesn't say anything, every time Qingyang listens to him talk about the key point, this crazy old man pretends not to talk about it, saying that he is not happy without wine, and then Qingyang has no choice but to take out a little money he has accumulated in exchange for some wine, which is to be able to hear a complete story.

Therefore, over time, Qingyang also habitually carried a little wine over, so that he could listen to a complete story. And it is these strange stories, with Qingyang's little bit of growth, he tells a lot of things, most of which are related to those mysterious king cultivators, of course, Qingyang has always felt that he is talking nonsense, this old man may not even have seen the king cultivators.

However, even so, Qingyang still enjoyed this warm situation.

Therefore, he will not miss every storytelling meeting.

This time, nature is no exception.

Carrying the wine, Qingyang hummed a small tune, and was in a very good mood.

(P: The first update, began to be as light as tea's words and life, I like this kind of writing so much, it is very natural and comfortable to write.) )==Mobile Novel Free Reader Online!More than a million novels are free to read, intelligent bookshelf management, favorite novels will never be lost!Committed to creating a better reading experience. Come and follow the WeChat public account kehuduan (press and hold for three seconds to copy) to download the free reader.