The three married husbands are super favorite

Chapter 801 Past and Present 3
"Ah! Come on!" Suddenly, Yan Qing screamed in front of her.
When the maid brought up Qinggong and came to Yan Qing's side, Yan Qing was squatting on the ground in pain, her right arm was bleeding, she pointed to the opposite woods with her uninjured finger and said: "The person who hurt me is going there. He's wearing a black bucket hat!"
The maid glanced in the direction Yan Qing pointed and then looked back, seeing the person behind Yan Qing, she said, "Mr. An Chen, my subordinates have urgent matters to do, please help take care of Madam."
Yan Qing never knew that there was someone behind her. After the maid left, she turned to look at An Chen and asked, "When did you come?" Her expression was a little nervous.
"There is a stream ahead, I'll take you to wash the wound." An Chen didn't answer, but looked at Yan Qing from the beginning meaningfully, put down the words, and then turned around
An Chen tore off Yan Qing's cut sleeve from the cut, dipped it in water and carefully cleaned her wound, then took out a medicine bottle from his arms and sprinkled the medicine on the wound, and swiftly removed it from his outer robe. Tear off a strip of cloth and wrap it up for Yan Qing.
During the bandaging process, the two of them never spoke. Yan Qing occasionally peeked at An Chen, but An Chen never looked up at her.
Until An Chen took the initiative to say: "Want to go to the market?"
"En." Yan Qing responded softly.
"Don't do such stupid things in the future, a rusty dagger may cripple your arm."
"Understood, thank you." Yan Qing felt sad for a while, An Chen saw it, in fact, being stabbed was just a play she directed and acted after seeing the abandoned dagger on the ground, but An Chen It was an unexpected visitor to the play, but Yan Qing was not worried that An Chen would tell Ji Sijun about it, and after she thanked him, she was sure he would not.
"Go back to the carriage, I'll accompany you." An Chen asked Yan Qing to get into the carriage first, and then got into the carriage without knowing what he had said to the groom. After a while, the carriage turned around.
The busiest street in the capital was crowded with people. In the most famous restaurant, Yan Qing insisted not to have a private room alone, so she and An Chen chose a window seat on the second floor.
"Brother An Chen is so lively outside, it would be great if you could come here every day." Yan Qing put her hands on the edge of the window and looked at everything outside the window curiously.
An Chen didn't answer, but just quietly looked at Yan Qing's back, and listened to her non-stop talking, sometimes excited, but a little regretful. .
After watching the scenery outside the window for a while, Yan Qing sat back in her seat and began to look at other customers, talking and laughing at them, not to mention how much she wanted to strike up a conversation.
"Suddenly like a spring breeze overnight, thousands of trees and pear trees bloom."
Some student suddenly recited a poem, Yan Qing heard the reputation and looked over, and saw that person was holding a pear blossom in his hand, the white pear blossom looked like a noble goddess from a distance.
"Thousands of pear trees are blooming, pear blossoms are blooming." Yan Qing chanted softly, her thoughts were in a mess for a moment, and her mind was full of a scene of pear blossoms flying all over the sky, and a figure of a woman in white.
"Brother An Chen, my head hurts so bad~ my heart feels so uncomfortable, I can hardly breathe~" The scene changed suddenly, Yan Qing squatted on the ground with her head in her arms, her head seemed about to be blown away by those sudden scenes, the pain She couldn't even breathe.
"Qing'er!" An Chen walked nervously to Yan Qing, and his wide sleeves swept the teacup to pieces on the ground.
"Brother An Chen, I feel pain~"
"Qing'er, did you take your medicine yesterday?" An Chen felt his pulse, and his brows were knitted together.
"Brother An Chen, the medicine you prescribed is getting more and more bitter, I can't drink it, I secretly poured it down yesterday." Yan Qing panted heavily, her forehead was already covered with fine sweat, but her limbs were cold.
"Open your mouth and take this medicine." An Chen helped Yan Qing who was curled up into a ball, and poured out a small black pill from the porcelain bottle in his arms.

(End of this chapter)