What is he here to make a fuss about?

Nan Qi glanced at Qing Fang silently, and also met Qing Fang's gaze towards her.

Although they are both elders, Qing Fang's appearance is completely different from Zhong Yu's when she looks at her.

But what the difference is, Nanqi himself can't say.

And probably Zhong Yu didn't expect Qing Fang to be here, so he bowed to him slightly, and only politely greeted him. A few military servants on the side looked uncertain.

Burning Sound Valley belongs to the Demon Realm, and it is normal that I have not heard of the immortals of the Nine Heavens, especially the immortals who have long since escaped the world.

It's just that seeing that Qing Fang is a person who even Zhong Yu has to salute, he has never heard of it again, and he should know about today's events, and he can't be messed with anymore with him.

Originally, it was just because their son-in-law lost his manners first, and they didn't want to leave the handle, so they wanted to get their tongues fast and throw the burden out to finish the matter. But if the two families selected because of this do not agree, this pick is not something that a few of them can bear.

It's just that this boy is lying on the ground and is very face-saving, and he can't pull it up like an iron bull, not to say, but he even snores openly......

Where is it that I fainted, it was clearly borrowing wine and sleeping sweetly.

This meeting, really, is a little embarrassing.

"Why don't you speak?"

Qing Fang's hand moved, and a golden spot fell from his fingertips and hit the drunk. The drunk man woke up, rubbed his nose and looked around, his face full of confusion.

Seeing this, several military servants finally hurriedly stepped forward to pick up their son-in-law, and without waiting for him to react and wipe the corners of his mouth, he hurriedly fled with three lifts and five fights.

said that he was gone, but he was still unforgiving:

"Since my son-in-law has woken up, we will not pursue this matter. I just hope that in the future, your immortal family will be able to discipline your disciples well. ”

"Huh?" Qing Fang was suspicious, as if he was deeply amused by his words, and couldn't help but stop them and ask, "Discipline?"

Those few people were obviously stunned, but as if they hadn't heard Qing Fang's words, they only paused for a moment and disappeared at the end of the crescent moon gate in the blink of an eye at a faster speed.

They confessed to this instigation.

The courtyard was quiet for a while, and only the nameless fire that Nan Qi, who was full of unconvinced faces, stood in place.

Qing Fang walked to her side, and for some reason there was a smile in his eyes.

This smile made Nanqi a little numb, and goosebumps got on his arm.

I only heard Qing Fang pretend to say to her in a deep voice:

"Tomorrow morning, come to the Snow Courtyard to look for me. Since he promised the people of the demon world to discipline him strictly, he must be punished impartially. ”

What the?

Nan Qi was angry and surprised, and couldn't help but raise his voice and questioned: "When will you agree to someone?!"

"Nanqi!!" Zhong Yu called to her in a deep voice, afraid that she would bump into Qingfang in anger, and gave him a look at Ni Wu, motioning for him to take Nanqi back to the house.

As for what the two old bones discussed in the courtyard, Nan Qi didn't know.

All she knew was that the next morning, when she woke up, she saw Mud Dance with a sad face in her room. She also mourned.

It seems that today I have to go to the Snow Courtyard to find Qingfang to receive the punishment.

The drunken phoenix flowers on the roadside float the morning fragrance, accompanied by two juanjuan bird songs, if you have this mood, this is actually the most pleasant scene of the day.

It's a pity that she doesn't have half of her leisure now.

The grievances along the way were all due to the fact that she used to feel that Qingfang should be sympathetic, but now it seems that she was clearly blinded by his appearance of not being able to enter the oil and salt before.

Phew, sanctimonious.

Just like that, I came to the Snow Courtyard, and when I raised my eyes, I could see that Qing Fang was leaning on a bell tree in the courtyard to close his eyes and recuperate.

It's very laid-back.

He started punishing people quite early.

Seeing that Nan Qi was rubbing the turf and moving over, Qing Fang put down the book in his hand and looked at her with a smile, got up and led her to the stone pavilion in the inner courtyard, pointed to the stone bench in front of him, and said:

"Sit. ”

Nanqi sat down in a proper manner, and he didn't know what kind of medicine he was selling in his gourd. Anyway, she came with the intention of following his knife, and she has a somewhat fearless temperament.

A fairy maid brought a bowl of hot brown sugar porridge, and the aroma lingered in front of Nanqi's nose, causing her to salivate when she was under her tongue-

It's also a shame to say that when she went out in the morning, Mud Dance didn't give her food.

"Originally, this warm wind grass with beef bone soup is the best. But if you don't like it in the morning, you can make it into red porridge. As he spoke, he leaned the porridge bowl in front of her, and said, "You taste it?"

Windweed?

It turns out that this is not brown sugar porridge......

Nanqi held the spoon and didn't know whether to put his mouth or refuse for a while. What if this is Qingfang's routine? If you go down, you don't know what kind of plan you will get.

After all, because of last night's incident, she has no trust in Qingfang at all.

There is no trust in the same path.

"This ...... Can I eat it?" Nan Qi hesitated to hold the spoon and tangled around the edge of the bowl, Qing Fang nodded and responded, "Naturally, I can eat it." I think you probably haven't recovered from a cold illness, and this windweed is good for you. ”

What he said was that when Nanqi was in the mirror of the year, he was injured by turbidity and contracted a cold illness in the mirror. The purple gold blood that has been relying on the green side is not a big problem, but the purple gold blood has been broken since the mirror was broken, and last night I knew from my mouth that her cold disease had not been eliminated, so I wanted to take this opportunity to boil up the warm wind grass for her.

If she can eat, she can also ask Mud Dance to cook a meal for her from time to time in the future.

As for how Qingfang knew that he had a cold disease, Nan Qi didn't care much. Just listened to him, and saw that he didn't look like he could use his hands and feet in eating, so he thanked Qingfang and took the porcelain bowl and drank it all.

"How?" Seeing that she didn't even have the bottom of the bowl left, Qing Fang was a little surprised. If you are not picky eaters and are easy to feed, this disease will be cured.

When Nan Qi heard him ask, he suddenly reacted-

Qingfang, is this looking for her to try the dishes?

Then this punishment is not too heavy.

So she shook her head first, then pouted, and said carefully and seriously: "Since the gods asked, then don't blame Nan Qi for being blunt." This porridge is a good porridge, and soapcorn rice is specially added to the inside to increase the taste. Just ......"

She looked at it thoughtfully with a porcelain spoon and continued: "It's just that this person who makes porridge has poor craftsmanship and doesn't taste very good...... God, where did you recruit the cook? Actually, I know a thing or two about cooking, so according to this skill, you might as well recruit me and get me free of a penalty?"

Qing Fang pursed his lips slightly and nodded his head slightly. I took her words in my head for a while, and my eyes were slightly moved.

After a while, I don't know if he thought of something interesting, he shook his head with a smile, and said with a smile while putting the leftover porcelain bowl back into the tray:

"I made this porridge. ”