Li Luohan and Lan Shen looked at Qingyan's hand at the same time.

To tell the truth, if the buckwheat teeth are not crushed, they will choke to death.

In the past, the small grains were counted, but now the large ones have rough skin and thick flesh, as well as edges and corners, and a mouth can be opened if you are not careful.

Yesterday, they saw with their own eyes that the master stuffed the buckwheat teeth directly into Congfeng's mouth.

It hurts to watch.

"Take your medicine."

When Qingyan called him, the bucktooth in his hand had already turned into powder.

Turning from the wind, he stared at her coldly, his eyes resentful.

Qingyan couldn't think of where she had offended him again.

It's not her who peeks at other people's sleep.

"If you don't eat it, forget it."

She placed her teacup on the stone table with a thud and was about to leave when she was grabbed by the wind.

After waiting for a while, he just held it and didn't speak.

Qingyan looked at him, looked up and down, and saw that his face was pale and his mouth was bloodless, and he couldn't help but think of the incident when he was holding himself and calling his mother when he had a fever.

Either injured or feverish, a poor unlucky kid in the end.

Qingyan's mother's love was overflowing, and she clapped his hand, and the ghost said, "Be good."

From the wind: "......"

The wind could see the radiance of love in her eyes.

I can't wait for a mouthful of old blood to spurt out.

He wanted her to be close to him, but it wasn't like that.

Qingyan shoved the buckwheat powder into his mouth when he opened his mouth slightly in surprise.

The powder filled my mouth, choking and coughing.

Coughing red eyes and tears welling up.

In Qingyan's eyes, it was even more pitiful.

"Drink water, drink water." Qingyan patted him on the back and fed him water.

He also wiped his mouth with a sleeve tube.

Her hand was so strong that his cheeks turned red, and she grinned when she looked at the pink and tender ones.

Avoid her ravages from the wind.

Qingyan insisted on holding his head, pressing the corners of his mouth with one hand, "How good-looking, ruddy and shiny......

It feels good to the touch, and it feels so slippery.

She lingered and was reluctant to let go, and before she could finish speaking, the courtyard gate was slammed open.

A group of people broke in from outside.

The man at the head is the one who is going south.

Du Nanxing saw Congfeng holding Qingyan, and he didn't know what he was doing.

He yelled angrily: "Let her go for me!"

Qingyan was stunned for a moment, and stiffly let go of Congfeng.

Isn't it just touching and rubbing, why are you so fierce to her?

Her people, she can't touch them yet?

Qingyan raised her eyebrows and looked at the visitor.

Dunanxing walked over violently, stretched out his hand to pull the green smoke, but was blocked by the wind.

Qingyan didn't see it.

She clapped her hands, looked like I had done nothing bad, and sat down to drink tea.

From the wind staring at her action of drinking tea, her cold eyes finally overflowed with a little smile.

As the king of Annan, Du Nanxing is used to being surrounded by stars everywhere.

Being ignored by the two at the moment, he should have been displeased, but in the face of the woman he cared about, he felt interesting.

He gave him a look, and a man walked out behind him.

The man knelt at Qingyan's feet: "The slave maid has seen Elder Qingyan. ”

Qingyan felt that the voice was familiar, and she couldn't remember it for a while, so she raised her chin.

"Huh, it's you?"

The servant of the Che Kuo Lou.

At that time, she was taken to Qikuolou by Du Nanxing, ate crabs, and asked this maid to prepare garlic.

Unexpectedly, this maid was extremely efficient, and the knife work was impeccable, so she wanted to bring people back to Xiaolinshan at that time.

"Slave and maid Sixing, from now on, Elder Qingyan is the master of Sixing, Sixing is willing to obey the dispatch and go to the soup and fire......"

As she spoke, there were other attendants serving all kinds of food.

Isn't this a maid without a name? Why do you suddenly have a name?

"Stop." Qingyan intercepted her words and raised her eyebrows to look at Du Nanxing.

"What did you teach her?"

"Do you like it?" Du Nanxing was obviously satisfied with his arrangement.

"I don't like it!" Qingyan pouted.

It's not good to choose a name, it's just called Sixing, so she won't be fooled.

Du Nanxing hooked the corners of his mouth dotingly, picked up chopsticks and put a piece of fish meat to her mouth.

If it is usual, Qingyan will definitely eat it when he opens his mouth.

But just now Lan Shen gave her a big bowl of sauce noodles, and she was still a little supportive.

"Don't." Qingyan shook his head, took the chopsticks from his hand, and then glanced at Congfeng.

Seeing that he was silent, she picked a piece of meat without thorns from the belly of the fish and looked at the servant: "You did this?" ”

As he spoke, he threw it into his mouth.

The taste is not bad.

"I knew you would like it." Du Nanxing smiled proudly.

Qingyan snorted and finished eating the fish maw before putting down the chopsticks.

"King Annan came here today, wouldn't it be to send a handmaid to Elder Ben?"

Qingyan did not refuse, and accepted it by default.

Anyway, she has long taken a fancy to this girl.

"Master!" From the wind, he looked at her with a disapproving expression.

He can do those things for her, why do you need to raise a servant.

Du Nanxing has a special identity, and he is the owner of Qikuo Building, who knows what he thinks.

Qingyan waved his hand, signaling him to be calm.

Du Nanxing smiled, "Otherwise, what does Qingyan think this king wants to do?" ”

Qingyan doesn't like someone pretending to be deep in front of him, "I don't know." "I don't want to know.

After chatting for a few words, Mr. Yi came over to invite someone, saying that Elder Wei Lai had convened everyone to discuss the inter-hospital exchange.

"Wait a minute, I'll go change my clothes." Qingyan returned to the house.

The wind followed and stopped Dunanxing and Yi Junzi at the door.

In the house, Li Luohan had just put the soil back into the Huangquan kettle.

"Find a place to refine the red soil." Qingyan explained to him.

Li Luohan thought that when they lived in the Great Pavilion, the Huangquan Cauldron absorbed the essence of the surrounding plants and trees to nourish the ghost bamboo.

A large area of vegetation in the radius has all shrunk and decayed, and the Ghost Cutting Bamboo has grown tall and strong.

At that time, everyone was paying attention to Chengyang Palace, and even if they noticed the abnormality, they didn't have the time to investigate it deeply.

This matter is not over, but the academy is different from the Daiko Pavilion.

"What if you find out? Most of the herbs grown in the Qin Painting Academy are precious herbs, and they can't afford to pay for the herbs that kill people casually. ”

He didn't want to be beaten by the people at the Qin Painting Academy.

Qingyan also felt that this matter was not suitable for publicity.

She rolled her eyes, "Then you go to Mi'er and ask her to help you find a wild mountain that is uninhabited." ”

When Li Luohan heard the name of the senior sister, his ears turned red and he was a little embarrassed.

"Wouldn't that be too much of a hassle?"

"Hurry up!"

Qingyan blasted the person away and went into the inner room to change clothes.

As soon as I put on my shirt, I heard footsteps.

Qingyan turned around and saw someone coming, and didn't blame him for trespassing, and put on his coat.

He took the belt from the wind pole and helped her tie it.

"Why is he smiling like a fool?" From the wind casually asked.

Qingyan knew that he was talking about Luo Han, so he didn't answer him, and straightened his hair in front of the bronze mirror.

"Tell Sixing to come in and comb my hair."

She didn't comb her hair when she woke up, and someone could help her sooner.

The hand that straightened the belt from the wind paused, and it tightened violently, pulling the person into his arms.

"Don't say those two words again." Gnashing teeth from the wind.

It's shameless to give such a name to a servant!

Qingyan was caught off guard and pulled by him, hitting his solid chest, and couldn't help frowning.

She reached out and tried to push it away, but Congfeng was holding her with one hand and untying her loose hairband with the other.

Bright black silk cascaded down like a waterfall and scattered over her back.

Before Qingyan came back to his senses, he had already picked up the wooden comb and combed it gently.

His movements were very gentle, so gentle that Qingyan disliked them.

When is it, it's still grinding.

"I'll do it myself."

Alas, she has free maids, so why do it herself?

She's doing a good job as a master.