Daming Taoist Medicine

Chapter 218 Chapter 218
Yang Fan was dumbfounded.

Zhu Qian said angrily: "I can't laugh or cry, it's uglier than laughing, uglier than crying."

Yang Fan was in a dilemma, he was right, "Then what should I do?"

Zhu Qian: "Cry! Cry for me!"

Yang Fan was born without lacrimal glands, and his wish was that he could experience pain, but since he was a child, even when he was heartbroken, only blood dripped down his face.Yang Fan squeezed out a grinning expression, and said helplessly: "You may not believe it, I really don't know how to cry!" This is obviously the truth, but if it is expressed in such a tone on this occasion, what is it if it is not a joke?
Zhu Qian's tears fell one by one, and the boss said aggrievedly: "If you don't cry for me, I will cry for you." These words are similar to "If you don't laugh for me, I will laugh for you." Wonderful, Yang Fan couldn't help but laugh.

But Yang Fan is a person who loves fragrance and loves jade after all, and when he sees the graceful girl Lihua with rain, he starts to feel at a loss for some reason.

Zhu Qian cried and wiped her tears, looking very pitiful.

Yang Fan coaxed: "Don't cry, I feel bad when I cry."

After crying for a while, Zhu Qian barely stopped the power of the prehistoric, crying: "You are the one who is liked, and you are the one who is confident. Why do you feel uncomfortable? I am uncomfortable. I am a dignified princess with golden branches and jade leaves. Don't be reserved and look at me frequently. Sending you off, almost throwing yourself into your arms, but you are unmoved, calm, and even leave without saying goodbye, do you think you are worthy of me?"

Yang Fan hurriedly echoed, "Yes, yes, I'm sorry."

Zhu Qian said cutely: "I don't want you to say I'm sorry, I want you to like me, and then I abandon you, that's only fair."

Yang Fan...

Wan Zhumen's carriage disappeared in the distance, and the two of them stood in the wind for a long time, Zhu Qian suddenly asked: "Why?"

Yang Fan was caught off guard, "Huh?"

Zhu Qian: "I'm so good, why don't you choose to like me?"

Yang Fan wiped away the tears from the corners of Zhu Qian's eyes, and said seriously: "I have a wife, not just one."

Zhu Qian sniffed, "I don't mind, what do you mind as a man?" After thinking for a while, she said, "Isn't it enough to allow them to be your maids then?"

Yang Fan opened his mouth, but was speechless.

Zhu Qian finally stopped crying, and said: "Since I was a child, I have always been able to decide whether I want it or not, and I have never had it. Only you are my unexpected, and only you are unexpected. I didn't expect it."

Yang Fan said: "I'm really not as good as you imagined."

Zhu Qian said: "Have both ability and political integrity, talent and appearance. This is what you taught me."

Yang Fan said seriously: "I don't think I deserve these words."

Zhu Qian stared at her, and the boss said unhappily, "I don't want you to think, I want me to think."

Yang Fan...

Zhu Qian asked, "I want to know what you think."

Yang Fan asked back, "What do you think?"

Zhu Qian: "Then let me ask you another question, am I pretty?"

Yang Fan: "Pretty."

Zhu Qian: "Smart?"

Yang Fan: "Smart."

Zhu Qian: "Is it noble?"

Yang Fan: "Noble."

Zhu Qian pressed her step by step, "Do you like it?"

Yang Fan said without hesitation: "I like it..."

Zhu Qian: "If you like it, why don't you be my man?"

Yang Fan chuckled and sighed, and said seriously: "Qianqian! Faced with your young beauty, dignified and elegant, if a man says he doesn't like you, he must be a hypocrite, but..."

Zhu Qian asked curiously, "You like me and I like you, so what's wrong?"

Yang Fan: "It's okay to like, but it's not enough. Actually, liking has nothing to do with being beautiful, smart, or noble. It's enough to have a good conversation and get along with each other comfortably. Likes are simple things, but feelings are not, and love is not."

Yang Fan changed his way of communication, and asked rhetorically, "If you are liked by many people, or if you are deeply in love with someone, which one would you choose?"

Zhu Qian couldn't react for a while.

Yang Fan switched to an example again, "Since you are a princess, let me put it another way. A group of servants, or a courtier who is willing to die for you, which one would you choose?"

Zhu Qian: "Who doesn't like loyal courtiers."

Yang Fan said: "Isn't that right? Think about it, hanging out with dog legs but neglecting courtiers, you can't get loyalty; coveting many women but neglecting wives, I can't get happiness and family. Do you think this is the case? Reason? Wanting to be liked by many people, but also expecting someone to be loyal to you, is unrealistic and not advisable."

Zhu Qian is really smart, not only understands, but also knows how to fight back, "How do you know that I am not a courtier?"

Yang Fan reacted quickly, and said: "But I don't need to disappoint the exact courtier because I am not sure whether I am a courtier. And to be honest, your identity is also one of the reasons why I escape. It is easy for people to be together. , but it is not easy for the king and the people to be together. I am unrestrained and do not want to be spied on everywhere because of your identity; Like doesn't mean you must get or have, and you didn't meet me at the right time, but I met the right person a long time ago. Qianqian! You are a smart woman, you should understand what I mean."

Zhu Qian said with tears in her eyes: "So what if you understand? What if you don't understand? If you don't like it that much, you can say you don't like it, but why are you gentle with me? Why do you want to give me beauty, why do you want to make me happy?"

Yang Fan looked gloomy and said nothing.

Zhu Qian shook her head and said with tears in her eyes, "You will regret your choice today." Yang Fan felt pity, but he clearly wanted to go forward, but he stopped, and he clearly wanted to comfort him, but he hesitated to speak.I thought: "My consolation may be her biggest injury, right? Let time heal her."

Zhu Qian raised her hand suddenly, and a sharp arrow shot out from her sleeve and flew towards Yang Fan.

Yang Fan remained motionless, but the horse behind him fell to the ground.

Zhu Qian flew on the horse, raised the whip, and left in the dust.

Yang Fan said to himself: "The hardest thing to get rid of is beauty's kindness, and the last thing to let down is youth. Alas...but I already have plum, orchid, and green..." He stood alone on the mountainside, drank the cool breeze, and watched Zhu Qian He didn't see his back until he turned around, and then he drank the west wind and turned to leave.

Rejecting the most beautiful woman in the world, one would feel a little bit lost, and would naturally be unhappy to walk away under heavy worries.

Hearing the ping-ping-pong-pong in front of him suddenly, Yang Fan's heart trembled, and he quickened his pace immediately. Seeing it from a distance, his soul flew out of his body in shock.

I saw two men in black surrounded Cheng Qing and Tong Tong, clanging and fighting non-stop.

Yang Fan sped up his feet and kept his hands on, he threw out the scalpel and drove directly at the man in black's vitals.

The man in black flew over with a bang, speeding up the attack in his hands.

Cheng Qing was originally poor in martial arts, and it was inconvenient to be pregnant, so he could only avoid it by clutching his stomach.Tong Tong lost the advantage of bow and arrow, fighting hand to hand, a short skill protects Qing Ankang, bloody battle is dangerous and difficult.

Seeing Yang Fan coming, the second daughter was excited, she was caught in the gap in a moment of negligence, and stabbed Cheng Qing with a sword, while Tong Tong ignored the long sword and grabbed the long sword, only blood dripping but it was useless.

Yang Fan let out a long whistle of "ah".

The black-clothed assassin turned his sword hilt, pulled out his sharp sword and took the lead, and fled, while the other assassin ran away in the opposite direction. That handsome man with light kung fu and superb agility is rare in this world.Yang Fan looked at this, and then at that, saving people is the most important thing, how could he have the heart to chase them?
Yang Fan hugged Cheng Qing and inspected carefully. Although there is no fatality, there is no non-fatality in the vertical and horizontal intersections.

Yang Fan looked at Cheng Qing, then at Tong Tong, full of doubts and grief.

Tong Tong was paralyzed with blood and sat beside him, "Not long after we were on the road, we met a young guy who told Grandpa Chen that he had met a tall and burly master in Jiancheng. , with a foreign accent, asked him where there is a small island of bamboo and willow trees in Qingzhou? That guy is the waiter of the pharmacy branch under our door, and he was fortunate to have been to Wanzhumen and seen the appearance of Wanzhu Island from afar, so he just said it casually The name and location of Wanzhumen, the master thanked him, picked up the coffin and searched for it, the little girl was shocked as a celestial being, so he kept an eye on it, after asking around, he analyzed that the master was most likely Mengcheng, The little boy was worried that the master would seek revenge, so he came here to pass on the information, hoping that we could prepare early, so as not to be caught off guard and suffer heavy losses. As soon as Grandpa Chen heard this, he led the others to rush away, leaving Cheng Cheng and me behind. Sister is waiting for you here."

While listening to the ins and outs, Yang Fan covered Cheng Qing's wound and looked at the bloody man in his arms, "Don't bleed, don't bleed, don't bleed."

Cheng Qing had stomach cramps and moaned uncomfortably, and stroked Yang Fan's face, "Husband! I'm in so much pain! It's so painful!"

Yang Fan shouted: "Tong Tong! Quick! Surgical bag!"

Tong Tong ran to the carriage, picked up Cheng Qing's backpack, and rushed to Yang Fan.

Yang Fan took the surgical bag covered in blood and took out the surgical supplies, but facing Cheng Qing's intricate wounds, his fingers trembled and his heart felt oppressed.

If an ordinary person suffered these skin injuries, it would really be just a skin injury, but Cheng Qing is not an ordinary person, she is pregnant.It is possible to bandage the hands, even any injury, but the problem is that it is difficult to do anything, and it is not good to do anything.

Yang Fan carefully sprinkled some medicinal powder on the wound, and Cheng Qing immediately trembled in pain, his feet throbbing, his face pale and trembling, "Don't! It hurts!"

(End of this chapter)