My wife is the sect leader

"Brother An, if you encounter a Demon Cult monster, you must report to me. As long as you catch a Demon Cult monster, it will be a great achievement."

Han Wenxin licked his lips and said excitedly.

Next to Jishitang is a teahouse, well-informed and crowded. The reason why Han Wenxin has a good relationship with An Jing is because he wants to develop An Jing as his informant.

After making great achievements, I also want to marry a beautiful lady, cook and wash for myself, and warm my bed and make quilts.

Zhao Qingmei looked at the excited Han Wenxin with a smile and didn't speak.

An Jing laughed, patted Han Wenxin on the shoulder and said, "Don't worry, if I know where the Demon Sect monster is, I will be the first to report to Brother Han, and Brother Han will become the head catcher of Yuzi, so I have to take care of Brother Han." .”

"Hahahahaha."

Han Wenxin also laughed, and suddenly felt a chill down his spine, "Brother An, why do I feel a little cold."

"You say that, it seems a little cold."

"In this hot summer season, am I still sick?"

........

The following days were very peaceful.

In a flash, half a month has passed.

Zhao Qingmei cooks different dishes in different ways every day, and An Jing can enjoy different delicacies every day.

An ordinary self, an ordinary wife.

Life is peaceful and happy.

Except that Tan Yun would be very lethargic from time to time, lying on the medicine cabinet and sleeping soundly.

This afternoon, An Jing searched for herbs from boxes and cabinets.

"Husband, what are you looking for? I've been busy all morning."

Zhao Qingmei came out from the back hall and said curiously.

"Oh, I'm looking for some herbs." An Jing said casually.

"You don't remember where the herbs are, you're really confused." Zhao Qingmei pointed at An Jing's forehead, and said coquettishly, "Shall I help you find it together?"

"No...it's nothing, it's just a herbal medicine that I haven't used for a long time, I just look for it myself."

An Jing laughed twice.

"Okay, then go ahead and do your work."

Zhao Qingmei glanced at An Jing suspiciously, always feeling a little strange.

Not long after, An Jing carried a large wine jar and put it on the counter, and then poured the herbs he found into the wine jar one by one.

"It's a baby bump."

After finishing all this, An Jing showed a gratified smile, and then carefully carried the wine jar and put it on the table in the back hall.

"Are you brewing medicinal wine?" Zhao Qingmei asked as she walked out with a vegetable basket.

"Hahaha, whatever you want."

An Jing said with a guilty conscience.

"Doctor Xiao An, is Doctor Xiao An here?"

At this moment, there was a sound outside the door.

"Someone came to ask a doctor, I'll go and see."

An Jing was amnesty, and walked quickly towards the front hall.

The person who came to see the doctor was none other than the storyteller Zhou Xianming, but at the moment he was pale, weak, and seemed to be floating when he walked.

"Mr. Zhou, what's wrong with you?" An Jing asked a little strangely.

"Recently, I always feel that my feet are weak, my body is weak, and my brain is buzzing." Zhou Xianming sighed.

"Mr. Zhou, could it be that you have been to Hualou too much, and your body has been hollowed out by wine?" An Jing asked sighingly.

"Who?"

At this time, Tan Yun also rubbed his sleepy eyes and walked out.

"No, I basically don't go to Hualou recently."

Zhou Xianming sighed: "You don't know, Doctor Xiao'an, I have to teach people how to read and write every night, it's really exhausting."

"Won't it be very tiring to practice calligraphy and study?" An Jing touched his chin and asked in surprise.

"Yeah, that person is as stupid as a pig, I...I..."

Zhou Xianming seemed to be unable to stretch the thread any longer.

"Hey."

An Jing sighed.

In the previous life, there were also some parents who were angry and cried because they taught their children not to be good... I didn't expect that this time I really met myself.

Neither of them saw that Tan Yun in front of the medicine cabinet had a dark face, clenched his fists firmly, and there seemed to be fire surging in his eyes.

"Then let me prescribe you some tranquilizers first."

"Doctor Lao Xiaoan is here."

An Jing was grabbing herbs, when Zhou Xianming came over, his face was a little flushed, and he said, "Little... Doctor Xiao An, why is your maid looking at me all the time?"

Could it be that this beautiful little maid in Dr. An's house has taken a fancy to him?

Thinking of this, Zhou Xianming's heart trembled.

You must know that as a poor scholar, he is now in his 30s and has not yet found a wife.

Although that Tan Yun is a maid in Dr. Xiaoan's family, she looks gentle and sweet, I feel pity...

An Jing glanced at Tan Yun, who was studying hard, and shook his head: "This... I don't know."

In the end, An Jing picked up the herbs for Zhou Xianming, Zhou Xianming couldn't help but glance at Tan Yun several times, and finally left reluctantly.

...........

As night fell, everything was silent, and Jishitang was also ready.

An Jing touched his waist before tiptoeing towards the back hall.

"Brother~!"

Zhao Qingmei saw An Jing at a glance, and quickly put down the book in her hand, her face flushed red.

"Qingmei, you haven't slept yet, why is your face so red?"

An Jing asked in surprise, "Are you sick?"

Zhao Qingmei stepped lightly on An Jing's feet, exposing her fair and slender legs, which made people want to stop.

"No, I learned some new tricks."

"What trick?"

"Looking for dragons and swallowing gold, turning the world upside down...Brother, do you want to give it a try?"

Chapter 9 You Know Too Much

In the afternoon, the ear-piercing chirping of cicadas sounded.

The sun shone like broken gold on the Yuzhou River, sparkling.

"I was hurt by wine and sex, and I was so haggard..."

An Jing looked at his pale face in the bronze mirror, and said, "From today on, no, from this moment on, abstinence!"

"what are you talking about?"

At this moment, Zhao Qingmei held a bowl of mung bean soup and looked at An Jing who was muttering to the mirror.

"I said the weather is really hot, Madam is still working so hard..."

"This is freshly cooked mung bean soup, it's still hot."

"Ma'am, you have worked so hard."

An Jing took the mung bean soup happily, forgetting what he said just now.

"I added some of your traditional Chinese medicine to it." A hint of cunning appeared in Zhao Qingmei's eyes.

"Chinese medicine?" An Jing was taken aback for a moment.

Is it the traditional Chinese medicine used to make medicinal wine?

Zhao Qingmei said numbly: "This is cooked for you alone, and there is a big pot at the back, which is placed at the entrance of the pharmacy, and it can be used to relieve the heat of passers-by."

An Jing secretly sighed in his heart: "My wife is not only gentle and virtuous, but also kind-hearted. Wang Po is right. Being able to marry such a woman is really a blessing for eight lifetimes."

"Ma'am, the most famous troupe in Liyuan is on stage today." Tan Yun came out sleepily holding a pot of mung bean porridge.

"The troupe?"

An Jing wondered why she had never heard Zhao Qingmei say that she likes to listen to opera.

Tan Yun regained his energy all of a sudden, looked at An Jing with big eyes and said, "Master, have you never heard of opera?"

"I've heard it. I used to listen to it often. I can sing a few words. Listen..."

An Jing was also interested and coughed twice.

Zhao Qingmei, who was on the side, also looked over, with a hint of curiosity in her eyes.

"Uncle, don't force yourself." Tan Yun tutted.

I saw An Jing holding up his sleeves, and then stepped forward without haste.

"Yu Ji, do you have any regrets?"

The voice was melodious and pleasant, and the reverberation was lingering. An Jing turned his footsteps, the hem of his clothes turned with the breeze, and a gleam of light appeared in his eyes.

"The concubine follows the king."

"life and death."

"No regrets."

.........

After speaking, the room was silent.

Zhao Qingmei's whole body fell into it.

Especially in the last eight words, she seemed to see the sad woman, looking at her king unswervingly, and then with a swipe of the long sword, blood shot out from the neck.

And Tan Yun also had goosebumps all over the place, and his heart was shocked.

"How is it, okay?"

An Jing chuckled and said, "The folks in my hometown used to like this tune, and I also learned a few words."

"It's...not bad."

Tan Yun came back to his senses, and said with erratic eyes: "After all, it's a bit worse than the top card of the Liyuan Opera Troupe."

At this moment, Tan Yun was very surprised, how could this son-in-law sing better than that opera troupe! ?

This shouldn't be, shouldn't be!

"Husband, when I come back, you can sing this complete song to me."

Zhao Qingmei spoke with affection.

"Okay, you guys go first." An Jing said with a smile.

Afterwards, Zhao Qingmei and Tan Yun cleaned up and went to the pear garden in the west of the city. Only An Jing was left in the pharmacy.

"I don't have anything to do now, why not go to the next door and listen to the book."

An Jing picked up the cigarette pouch hanging on the wall, picked up the small stool and went to the teahouse next door.

"Doctor Xiao'an, I can only drink tea today, and there are no books to listen to."