My wife is the sect leader

..........

No matter how dull An Jing was, he could feel that his wife was angry at this moment.

Although she was still cooking medicinal porridge and drying medicinal herbs as usual, she still talked to An Jing with a bit of tenderness in her words.

This can't help but make An Jing quite distressed.

Madam probably found out about going to the boat, how should I explain it?

Could it be that he didn't steal it?

Would you believe it?

An Jing leaned against the door, stroking the little Heizai with his palms.

"Tan Yun, what did Madam go to do?"

"I went to the south of the city early in the morning to donate clothes."

"Tan Yun, where did I put Poria?"

"Uncle, why are you looking for Fu Ling?"

"It's okay, just ask."

"Sandalwood..."

"what happened?"

"fine."

"Your lady is angry, what does it look like?"

"No...don't know."

Tan Yun seemed to think of something, and his body trembled.

As time passed, people came to grab medicine from time to time, and An Jing became busy.

It was noon in the blink of an eye.

"After you go back, remember not to eat spicy food anymore. The diet should be light. Stew this medicine for an hour, once in the morning and in the evening. After ten days, come back and I'll show you." An Jing packed the herbs in kraft paper, commanded:

"Thank you, Doctor An."

The woman took the herb and thanked her repeatedly, then left slowly.

"It's raining, why hasn't Madam come back yet?"

An Jing walked to the door and frowned.

At this time, the drizzle was like silk, dripping on the ground, and the Yuzhou River was hazy.

Zhao Qingmei went out early in the morning, and she has been out for almost two hours. She has not gone out alone for such a long time and hasn't come back.

"I am not sure as well."

Tan Yun poked his head out and looked outside the house a few times.

"Look at the pharmacy, I'll go out and look for it."

An Jing's heart sank, he picked up the oil-paper umbrella on the shelf and walked outside.

"Where are you going?"

At this moment, Zhao Qingmei came in from a distance carrying a vegetable basket.

An Jing saw Zhao Qingmei and said, "I see that you have been away for more than two hours and have not returned..."

"Husband, don't worry."

Zhao Qingmei covered her mouth with a light smile and said, "You're still afraid that something will happen to me, I'll be fine."

"Of course I'm afraid."

"Miss, you are back."

Tan Yun quickly stepped forward to take the vegetable basket, then saw the white paper in Zhao Qingmei's hand, and asked, "What is that in your hand?"

"It was distributed on the bulletin board. It seems that the masters of the Cao Gang want to challenge the mysterious swordsman."

Zhao Qingmei picked up the white paper and handed it to Tan Yun, and said with a smile: "I think the drawing is very interesting, so I took a piece back."

"Miss, show me."

Tan Yun took the blank paper, and then burst out laughing, "People from the Cao Gang actually used this method to challenge that peerless swordsman."

"Yeah, very interesting."

"I don't think anyone will say that this swordsman is a peerless swordsman in the future. He should be called a pig-headed swordsman."

"Hahahahaha."

.........

"I'll take a look at something too."

An Jing looked at the two talking and laughing, and also poked his head over.

"Tan Yun, you and I can go cook."

Zhao Qingmei saw An Jing approaching, handed the slip of paper in her hand to An Jing, and walked towards the kitchen.

"Yes."

Tan Yun stuck out his tongue at An Jing, and also followed.

An Jing picked up the white paper on the table and took a look.

It turned out that the members of the Cao Gang wanted to challenge themselves, and they searched everywhere for their whereabouts. Their words were harsh and provocative.

Presumably these paper slips have been spread throughout Yuzhou City, and their purpose is to force themselves to appear.

"Too low-level."

An Jing looked at the white paper in his hand and shook his head. This aggressive method can only be used against some fledgling boys.

As he spoke, he shredded the paper sheet in his hand and threw it into the wastebasket.

"Xiao Nan wears clothes (Doctor Xiao An)..."

At this moment, a wrapped up person sneaked in.

An Jing looked at the man and asked doubtfully, "Are you...?"

"I... I am Zhou Xianming."

The man took off the bamboo hat wrapped around him, with a hint of crying in his voice.

Looking at Zhou Xianming in front of him, An Jing was stunned.

His nose was bruised and his face was swollen, his face was like a pig's head, as if he had changed. Even though An Jing recognized Zhou Xianming, he still couldn't recognize him from the outline, which showed the seriousness of the injury.

"You...what's wrong with you?" An Jing swallowed and asked.

"I... I don't know. When I came out early in the morning, I was caught in a sack, and then the fist greeted my head like a storm, and it knocked me unconscious. This is how I look when I wake up."

Zhou Xianming said, with tears still in his eyes, "Doctor Xiao'an, it hurts me so much... woo woo woo..."

Zhou Xianming didn't need to say it, An Jing knew that the beating must be painful when he looked at him.

Who is so insane! ?

It seems that there is a lot of grievances with Zhou Xianming.

"Doctor Xiao'an, you said that I have provoked someone recently...why God treats me so unfairly."

The more Zhou Xianming talked, the more sour his heart became. Thinking of the troubled life recently, the crying became louder.

"do not Cry."

An Jing patted Zhou Xianming on the shoulder and sighed helplessly.

Logically speaking, who would have trouble with a poor scholar like him?

This old boy must have provoked someone, could it be related to the people from the world last night?

"Who!?"

Zhao Qingmei also came out from the backyard when she heard the crying.

Chapter 26 Gathering together is more fun

"Mrs. Ann."

Seeing Zhao Qingmei, Zhou Xianming quickly stopped crying, and cupped his hands at Zhao Qingmei, "Xianming next week, it's really rude."

"what!"

Zhao Qingmei looked at the pig-headed person in front of her, and said in surprise: "You are Mr. Zhou, how could you be like this? What kind of enmity, what kind of resentment, did you want to do such a vicious thing?"

"Hey!"

Zhou Xianming sighed, feeling even more sour in his heart, "It must be because of my carelessness in doing things on weekdays, which caused the villain's jealousy."

"It's pathetic."

Zhao Qingmei said sympathetically: "Looking at it makes people feel unbearable pain, the beating must have been 'hard'."

After hearing this, Zhou Xianming felt that his wound had been sprinkled with salt, and it hurt even more.

"Hey, isn't this Mr. Zhou?"

Tan Yun also came out from behind, and said with a concerned face: "Who is so cruel, beat you like this, hurry up and take some medicine."

As she spoke, she reached out and touched Zhou Xianming's pig's head.

"Ouch...!" Zhou Xianming couldn't help but let out a scream.

Zhao Qingmei ordered: "Tan Yun, Mr. Zhou is inconvenient to move, you can help him with some traumatic medicine."

"I see, miss, I will definitely give Mr. Zhou medicine with my heart."

"By the way, Mr. Zhou, you haven't eaten yet. I made some meals. Let's have some together later."

"Yes, the food made by my lady is delicious."

"You...you are really good people."

Zhou Xianming had never felt such warmth, and tears filled his eyes.

There is so much warmth in the world!

Even if the world is dark, there is always a ray of light shining in your dead life.

"very pitiful."

An Jing sighed.

I don't know why, but I just feel that Zhou Xianming is very pitiful.

"An Jing! Come out for me!"

Just as Tan Yun was applying medicine to Zhou Xianming, a loud shout came from outside the door.

I saw Han Wenxin covering his butt with his hands tightly, and walked in with a swaying pace, with anger visible to the naked eye emerging in his eyes.

"Brother Han, why are you so angry?"

An Jing looked at Han Wenxin's appearance, and had a bad premonition in his heart.

"Snapped!"

Han Wenxin took a step forward, and slapped the long knife on the table fiercely: "Brother An, I treat you like a bosom friend, but you framed me like this."

Thinking of what happened last night, Han Wenxin felt ashamed, wishing he could dig a crack in the ground and bury himself.

What a shame!

How does this make him hang out with the servants and the painters here! ?

His Hanwen Xinshi's wisdom is completely destroyed here!

"Brother Han, if you have something to say, speak it well, speak it well."

Seeing this, An Jing realized in his heart that the croton powder that Tan Yun put in must have played a big role.