"Your body hasn't recovered yet, take care of yourself and rest more."

After speaking, she was not at ease, so she picked up his hand and took his pulse.

She just took it casually, when he used to have a high fever or cold, the symptoms of the whole person's illness were obvious, but the pulse was vigorous and powerful, and there was no abnormality at all.

His veins, as if controlled by something, were hidden, and outsiders could not peek into the actual condition of his body.

It's just a useless ornament.

"Isn't it bad?" From the wind looked at her worriedly.

Isn't it okay that you don't have points in mind?

I'm not you, how do I know.

Qingyan muttered in her heart, but said on her lips, "Very good, very healthy, cows are not as healthy as you!" ”

Wuxian Academy has been in operation for hundreds of years, and the management in all aspects is very mature.

Now that there is no shortage of money, no one in Dalin Mountain dares to find fault with them, so the elder Qingyan will naturally be idle.

In addition to eating three meals with his disciples every day, the rest of the time is spent wandering around and fishing.

Sometimes it is half a day in the courtyard of the division, or go to the library to read idle books, watch disciples practice swords, and watch the little chef pickle salted fish.

"Salted fish is not delicious, or salted meat is better, you can cook vegetables."

Rice, bone broth.

"The elder wants to eat vegetables?"

"It's okay, it just occurred to me."

"Xiao Wang made a note, next time we will make salted meat."

Qingyan nodded with satisfaction and glanced at the busy little cook, "Seeing that it is about to reach the end of the year again, I don't know if I can come back after I go home for the New Year, I can't see him in the future, I will definitely want to kill him!" ”

The little cook gave a meal to the fish, her head bowed, and her back was turned sideways, so that the elders could not see her emotions.

Qingyan didn't hide for her, and walked up to her and leaned on her.

"Actually, Yiliang is quite pitiful, when he was a child, his father and mother stuffed all kinds of women to him, forcing him to marry them and have children, he didn't like those girls and didn't want to spoil them casually, but now that his father and mother are old, he is so filial, even if he doesn't like it, he can only accept it."

The little cook was silent.

She knew all of this, better than the elders.

How could she not know?

She had listened to this person, looked at this person, and thought about this person all her life.

He was her heaven, even if it had never covered her with anything.

Even if this piece of heaven brings her only tears, and only ridicule to her family.

The Qian family is rich and rivals the country, Qian Yiliang is the only son of this generation, and the entire Qian family will be his alone in the future.

How many women want to have a relationship with him.

Old Man Qian is old and has a son, and now that he is old, he is even more eager to hold his grandson.

Although he is gentle, he never plays with women, treats people warmly, and treats her as a little cook politely.

He's good, he just doesn't like himself.

The little cook secretly wiped away her tears and hung up the marinated fish.

Seeing that she still didn't speak, Qingyan couldn't help but wonder if Xiao Wang had no feelings for Yiliang.

"Alas, I really wish he could find a woman who really likes him and doesn't like his money."

"Hmm." She also wished from the bottom of her heart.

Although the little cook only made a sound, Qingyan could still hear her crying.

She changed her words, "But he is so straightforward, and he doesn't know sweet words, which woman would like it, and he has no heart to defend against others, and he doesn't look very smart, do you think he will be deceived into penniless and die on the street in the end with so much money?" ”

The little chef couldn't hear this, she nervously pulled Qingyan, "No, he is a good person, and good people have good rewards." ”

"Who knows." Qingyan didn't continue.

Her words planted the seeds of worry in the little cook's heart.

Even if she didn't mention anything after that, she still kept thinking and thinking in her heart, and she was very scared every time she thought of his downfall after being deceived.

The elders are very intelligent, and the elders' worries are certainly not unfounded.

So what should she do? How can I stop it?

Qingyan knew that she had taken it to heart, and he smiled wickedly, and he noticed that something was flashing under the stove.

It is natural that the firewood glows, but why is this light blue?

She walked over to the stove and crouched down to look inside, the dry branches crackling as they burned, bursting with blue sparks.

"What kind of branch is this?" Curious, Qingyan pulled out a branch with flames at one end.

The little cook hurriedly ran over, took the branch, and wiped her hands for the green smoke.

"Elder, don't touch it, this thing is dirty."

"It's okay, I'm just curious."

"Oh, I don't know, I picked it up in the woods, don't look at the branch so thin, the fire can burn for a long time, but it's a little bad, it will get sticky juice when you touch it."

Qingyan rubbed his fingers, and sure enough, it was a little sticky.

"I've never seen a branch like this in Xiaolinshan."

It's good that she has been coming to Wuxian Academy for so long, not to mention Xiaolinshan, even Dalinshan has never seen it.

The little cook seemed to have something to hide, and she didn't dare to say anything.

Qingyan looked at her for a while, and she couldn't bear it, "This was picked up on the mountain outside, not far from the academy." ”

The little cook pointed to the south, worried that she would blame her for stepping out of the academy without permission.

Qingyan nodded, "Next time you go to collect firewood and call me, I also want to go and see what kind of tree is so peculiar." ”

Bringing some new snacks from the east kitchen, Qingyan came to the study room next to the training ground.

Li Luohan and the four of them have been busy flying recently, and they are preparing for the task to be handed over to Zhuang Lao tomorrow.

Only by completing this task can you receive this year's moral education credits.

When Zhuang Lao learned that he was assigned to be in charge of moral education, he thought about it for ten years before he came up with a way to fully understand the academic status and attitude of his disciples, and he, as a master, needed to be less tired.

That is, the disciples are required to practice three to ten pages of characters every day, and the specific amount is determined by themselves.

After handing it in, he gave each disciple a different number of credits based on the total thickness of the paper over the course of a year.

Of course, the disciple didn't know about his plans, and it all depended on the disciple's learning attitude.

Virtue, even if there is no supervision, will also be self-disciplined.

As for how Li Luohan and the four of them learned about Zhuang Lao's abacus, they have to thank Zhuang Lao's female disciples.

The girls in the academy are cute and rare, and they are all the treasures of the teachers, and they are especially partial to them.

And among the female disciples, who doesn't want to have a word with the four senior brothers of Elder Qingyan and climb up a little relationship.

"Wow, you're a waste of paper, aren't you?" Qingyan stood at the door.

Seeing the pages flying, she had nowhere to put her feet.

When Qian Yiliang saw her coming, he threw away the pen and paper and went to pick up the snacks in her hand.

"Master, you finally remembered us, and my hands were swollen." Qian Yiliang stuffed a piece of dim sum in his mouth, and did not forget to complain that the green smoke was cold.

"Leave a piece for Lan Shen, don't finish it alone."

Qingyan's eccentricity was obvious, provoking a deep glance from the wind.

Qian Yiliang really only left one piece for Lan Shen.

Qingyan put her things down and glanced at the messy paper on the ground.

"If you write so ugly, you can still get credits?"

"Master, you don't understand, Zhuang Lao won't read them one by one, as long as you write so thickly, you can get full marks."

Qian Yiliang and his two hands are compared up and down, indicating the thickness.

"Hehe, it's so casual."

Qian Yiliang saw that she didn't seem to agree, so he leaned over and grabbed her arm.

"Master won't be complaining to Elder Zhuang, right?"