Yipin Farmer's Wife

Chapter 112 What Book Is This? (1)
"I am fine."

Yuan Que stared at the direction where the shadow disappeared, and said coldly.

"Uncle Yuan Guo is injured, quickly, please call for a doctor." Master Yang saw that Yuan Que's injured finger was bleeding continuously, and hurriedly ordered someone to call for a doctor.

"No need! I am a doctor myself." Yuan Que stopped Master Yang's panic indifferently, turned his gaze back, and walked back to Qingfeng Tower, and ordered: "Don't bother me without my permission."

As the sound fell, his figure disappeared into the room, blocking all the people in the Yang Mansion from outside.

Taking out the Jinchuang medicine, Yuan Que stopped the blood on his fingers before sitting down on the bed, cross-legged luckily, and healed the internal injury by himself.

Adjusting the breath for a while, suppressing the churning breath in the body, and seeing the injured finger again, the beautiful eyebrows are tightly frowned, why is the other party aiming at his hand?
His hand offended the other party?
That black figure had a pair of phoenix eyes that he was somewhat familiar with. Among the people he knew, there was only one person with narrow and beautiful phoenix eyes, and that was Ye Junhao, the eldest son of Prince Mu's Mansion, who is now the Prince Regent's Mansion.

Ye Junhao!
Yuan Que suddenly turned sullen, and began to understand why Heiying kept hurting his hands, because he pushed someone who was brazen with his hands, and accidentally became a chest hit...

Ye Qianze, Ye Junhao!
The two are basically the same person!

What a ruthless guy, just as ruthless as his little woman.One is ruthless, the other is ruthless...

Han Chulan's thin but pretty face floated in his mind, but Yuan Que habitually showed a faint smile on his lips.

After Ye Qianze escaped from the Yang Mansion, he flew all the way until he turned into a quiet alley, and then he stopped. As soon as he stopped, the true energy in his body surged, and the blood rushed up his throat. He could no longer suppress the rush. blood, spit it out!
Yuan Que's internal strength was deeper than he expected, and Yuan Que was hurt by that palm, so was he.

Leaping off the ground and leaning against the wall, Ye Qianze hurriedly adjusted the turbulent qi in his body.

Without good breath adjustment, he must not go home, otherwise Lan'er will find out.

Night, quiet and quiet.

It's time to be ugly.

All, except of course those who prefer to move in the dark, are immersed in dreams.

The people from the Yang Mansion didn't come after him, so they couldn't catch up to Ye Qianze.Yuan Que suffered another internal injury, so he must heal first.No one was chasing him. Compared to Ye Qianze, this place is safe now.

Half an hour later, Ye Qianze stood up against the wall, picked up his long sword, threw his body, and rushed out of the city while exercising lightness kung fu.

cold.

A little cool.

Han Chulan in the dream felt cool all over, she instinctively reached out to pull the quilt, but it was in vain.She didn't know where the quilt was kicked for a long time. This is the fate of an unlady sleeping.

Turning over, Han Chulan touched the quilt again, but unfortunately she still couldn't touch the quilt, so she could only slightly open her eyes, looking for her worn-out quilt sleepily.

In ancient times, because the environment was not polluted, the four seasons were particularly distinct throughout the year. Unlike the 21st century, when autumn comes, it can still be hot to death.Here, once the midnight is over, the heat wave recedes and the cold begins to invade.

There was no shadow of a quilt on the bed.

Han Chulan muttered something, sat up, searched for her quilt on the ground, and saw that the straw pile was empty, Ye Qianze didn't know where?
At first, Han Chulan thought that Ye Qianze had gone outside to have a rest, and after finding her quilt on the ground, she fell back on the bed with her arms around the quilt, and continued to sleep.

After sleeping for a while, she still turned over unconsciously, and looked at the straw pile unconsciously, still empty.

What about Ye Qianze?

Han Chulan sat up suddenly, without any sleepiness, jumped out of bed, copied her clothes, quickly put them on, and walked out of the room, but at this time the door was gently pushed open, Han Chulan lifted her With his eyes open, he saw Ye Qianze standing in front of the room in black clothes.

"Lan'er?"

Ye Qianze cried out in surprise, he didn't expect Han Chulan to wake up at this hour.

Han Chulan looked at him steadfastly, looked him up and down, her eyes were a little cold, a little cold, her small mouth was pursed and pursed, Ye Qianze was like a statue, standing at the door, she didn't know what to do for a while. say what.

"This dress...it's pretty good, it's black enough!"

Han Chulan suddenly reached out and pulled the night clothes on Ye Qianze's body, and said coldly with thorns: "It's suitable for some people to play tricks and sneak around in the middle of the night."

"Blue."

Han Chulan turned around and left.

"Lan'er." Ye Qianze hurriedly grabbed her hand, followed her into the room, kicked back, and closed the door, "Lan'er, I just... Anyway, I'm not what you think .”

Han Chulan didn't speak, shook off Ye Qianze's hand, walked to the table and lit the oil lamp.

As soon as the oil lamp was lit, Ye Qianze pinched a corner of his clothes with his hands without any trace, and there was a little blood on the corner of the clothes, which was when he vomited blood from an internal injury, and accidentally dripped blood on the corner of the clothes.

Someone forgot that he was wearing black clothes, even if there were drops of blood dripping on the corners of the clothes, Han Chulan would not be able to see it if he looked casually.

"Lan'er, I..."

Ye Qianze approached Han Chulan, Han Chulan suddenly frowned: "The smell of blood, you smell of blood."

Ye Qianze was startled, is the little daughter-in-law's nose a dog's nose?Can it smell like this?

"How can there be bloody smell? I only smell the fragrance of you, Lan'er." Ye Qianze reacted quickly, and immediately responded, his eyes intentionally and evilly aimed at Han Chulan.

Han Chu's blue face moved closer to Ye Qianze, his big bright eyes twinkled under the oil lamp, like two stars.

Ye Qianze didn't know what she wanted to do when she came up suddenly, so he looked at her fixedly, as long as she didn't continue the topic just now.The internal injury on his body was no longer a hindrance after he briefly adjusted his breath and took a special medicine for internal injury.But he still didn't want her to know that he was injured, and he couldn't let her know that he was looking for Yuan Que. Otherwise, with her personality, she would definitely go to Yuan Que regardless of whether Yuan Que knew martial arts or what his identity was. The account was settled in his place.

He was still tied with Yuan Que, no, it should be said that Yuan Que's martial arts was still superior to his, if he didn't have a long sword in his hand, he would not have been able to draw with Yuan Que.She asked Yuan Que to settle the score, and he didn't even dare to think about the result.

Two small hands climbed onto Ye Qianze's face, kneading and kneading.

Han Chulan's joking words blew into Ye Qianze's ears: "Qianze, your skin is getting thicker and thicker, who did you learn from?" She even dared to look at her.

Ye Qianze blushed slightly, blinked, and answered honestly: "Lan'er, I learned how to be a husband from you."

The hands that were kneading Ye Qianzejun's face paused, and Han Chulan glared at him.

(End of this chapter)