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A month later, Qiuxiang gave birth smoothly.

Jiang Feng was dancing happily, feeling at a loss as he hugged his two newly born sons.

Wan Chunliu was stunned - was Jiang Feng destined to win the double lottery no matter what?

Qiuxiang regards giving birth as a dumpling, and although she is still weak, she is full of energy, Wan Chunliu persuades her to go to school, and on the other hand, the young masters have all been washed.

Qiuxiang couldn't see outsiders for the time being, so Jiang Feng went into the room to serve Qiuxiang.Qiuxiang entrusted Wan Chunliu to take care of the two children. Wan Chun has been popular in medicine for many years. She has a mild breath, long vitality and nourishes the veins. It is excellent for promoting blood circulation in the uterus.Wan Chunliu took advantage of the innate qi that the two little buns had when they were born, and practiced the formula of longevity, and then took two dispelling skills. After working for a long time, the two babies already slept soundly.

Both buns have excellent bones, their brows and eyes have not yet opened, but they are both pink and cute.

At night, Wan Chunliu took the child to his sister and took Qiuxiang's pulse by the way.Qiuxiang couldn't get used to staying in the closed house, so she took Wan Chunliu to gossip.

"Two sons. It's a pity that you can't take over the affairs of the palace, but if you are willing to learn martial arts with me, or practice medicine with your brother, it is also good."

Wan Chunliu silently shed tears of bitterness for his nephew: "They are all good, it would be a pity if they don't practice martial arts. But today the world is in turmoil, the jungle is prey to the strong, and in Ningfang you are protecting me. If you go out for a trip, you must learn some Self-defense with martial arts."

Qiu Xiang thought for a while: "It makes sense. Ningfang's old customs have been eroded severely in the past two years, so I might as well take one of them to the palace to raise. Seven generations of palace masters also accept male disciples, as long as they don't touch the palace. In China affairs, it is not considered a violation of the old system."

"One?"

Qiu Xiang nodded: "Ming Yu Gong will be mutually exclusive with people who practice the same kung fu when it reaches the eighth level. If the two are practicing at the same time, they will have a heart demon. If you can't control it, you will bleed and drift away if you are not careful. , even if you suppress it, you will inevitably become depressed and paranoid. When you were a child, your mother lied to you that this exercise can only be practiced by women, because she was afraid that I would get entangled with you later. "

Wan Chunliu was dumbfounded, the Palace Master Yihua in the original book was so talented...

"At one time in the palace, there were two seniors who were talented in the sky. At the age of 30, the two of them broke through the eighth level of Ming Yu Gong almost at the same time. Since the Ming Yu Gong came out, this is the first time such a situation has occurred. From that time on...only now did someone know that these kung fu skills can mutually repel each other. Mingyu kung fu is drawn by the breath, and above the eighth floor, as long as the opponent does not die, the demon will not be extinguished. Later, one of the senior Hua surnamed himself abolished kung fu , entered the Classics Pavilion, and studied this defect of Ming Yu Gong all his life. Although it was not realized in the end, it improved the first few levels of Ming Yu Gong a lot. If you start from the first four levels and practice other skills, first But the skills can be used, and the second is that the foundation is more solid than ordinary people. This is the foundation for the later recruitment of disciples in the palace. In order to commemorate this senior in the harem, all disciples who enter the palace will be crowned with this senior The surname can only be changed after the cultivation method is slightly completed."

"It's actually like this... Then if there is a disciple who went to the eighth floor with you..." Wan Chunliu suddenly became worried.

"Since I am the palace lord, I can naturally practice faster than others. Three years ago, the palace lord's master had an old illness, and he chose me as his successor. He just got the eighth-level mental method. If the palace lord and master are alive, I will be here After the seventh floor, let's put down the inner strength for now, and go to study the moves or deal with other palace affairs. Mingyu Gong is so difficult, and now my sister has only practiced to the sixth floor. Why should brother worry?" Qiuxiang smiled: "These two children Genuine is generally excellent, if you come to the palace with me, you will inevitably fight fiercely. Since I am a young master, I only want them to live in peace, why let them make such a choice by themselves?"

Wan Chunliu said silently, "What about the other...?"

Qiuxiang smiled slightly: "Brother, would you like to help take care of it?"

"Huh?" Wan Chunliu was taken aback.

"Brother's matter... my sister has already known that if my brother likes it, she doesn't care who she wants to be with. It's just that if he wants to live in the future, he will have to take care of his heirs. If he is brought to the palace, unless his martial arts are not top-notch, he may be forced to take care of him." For the sake of Yihua Palace. The other is that I should do my best for the children of the Wan family. The medical skills of my father and brother need to be passed on. My Wan family is also a big force in the rivers and lakes. I have a huge foundation. In the future, my brother will let him go , it can be regarded as a trick for my sister."

Wan Chunliu was extremely confused when he heard this: "What's the matter with me? Why did it involve my son..."

Qiuxiang looked concerned, and patted her brother on the shoulder: "Don't worry, brother, my sister is not a person who is bound by customs. Brother can talk to sister about anything... Even if you are bullied in the future, you can come to my sister. My sister will help you You chop him up, and then go to the rivers and lakes to tie up some handsome young men, as long as my brother picks one, I will send it to my brother's door no matter what!"

Wan Chunliu froze for a while, then suddenly realized that Yan Nantian and Qiuxiang seemed to have disappeared together for a while yesterday...

"Yan Nantian!" Wan Chunliu became angry with embarrassment. He slapped the table and rushed out the door. Suddenly, he thought of his sister behind him, and turned around: "Don't listen to his nonsense, I... I am very innocent with him!" The voice has not yet fallen, but the figure has disappeared.

Jiang Feng, who was guarding the door, ran in immediately when he heard the sound, but saw Qiuxiang sitting lazily, as if talking to himself: "...he is right, if he didn't care, how could he be so awkward?" .If it can make him forget about Lian Xing...why should I give it a push?"

Beckoning, Jiang Feng came over and rubbed against each other: "The child finally stopped crying, and the nanny is watching and sleeping in the side yard."

Qiu Xiang shunned her hair: "Jiang Lang, today, I want to tell you a happy event..."

Wan Chunliu pushed open the door of Yan Nantian's room, only to see that the master was sitting firmly at the table, a few thick candles illuminated the room brightly, and a table of small candied fruit was neatly arranged , there is a wind bottle in the middle, but a flower is inserted in it.

"Yan Nantian! What did you say to Qiuxiang?" Wan Chunliu grinned.

Yan Nantian smiled slightly: "Sit."

"Sit on your sister!"

"I don't have a younger sister." Yan Nantian said with a gentle smile, "You have a younger sister. And she told me that you have said it since you were a child. If you have a loved one in the future, you will have a table of braised pork and choose a high-spirited evening , together by the warm candlelight in the room, we chatted all night. It's a pity that you don't like braised pork now, but it would be nice to have fruit if you think about it."

Wan Chunliu frowned: "That's not with you..."

Yan Nantian stretched out his hand suddenly, Wan Chunliu quickly blocked it, but he didn't expect it to be a false move, he couldn't hold back his strength for a while, his body flickered.Yan Nantian took advantage of the gap, turned his false move into reality, and pulled Wan Chunliu into his arms.

"Let go!" Wan Chunliu was annoyed.

Yan Nantian vomited internally, seeing Wan Chunliu's tenderness, he kissed him delicately: "Three years, I am so happy to have you."

Wan Chunliu pinched him whimperingly: "You bastard, if you continue like this, I'll pack up and leave!"

"Don't go..." Yan Nantian raised and lowered his hands, and said seriously: "If you eat the fruit of my Nantian hero, you will be mine."

Wan Chunliu felt his whole body sore and limp: "Scum! Pervert! Ghost!"

"Hey..." Yan Nantian ate a few mouthfuls of tofu, and finally straightened his body in his arms: "Marry me."

"What did you say?!"

Yan Nantian straightened the young man's clothes, with a clever move, the young man was turned upside down like fried fish, his eyes met, Wan Chunliu seemed a little panicked, but Yan Nantian was smiling, his eyes dark.

"Sometimes when you dream, you will dream about what happened three years ago... At that time, you also enjoyed it, right?"

The moving young man froze suddenly: "You are talking nonsense."

"Chunliu, you are so awkward, if you don't get tough, I will probably have to be bullied by you for the rest of my life..." Yan Nantian suddenly looked at him pitifully.

"You... When did I bully you?"

"If you don't agree to marry me, you are naturally bullying me."

Wan Chunliu jumped.

Yan Nantian enjoyed the youth rubbing against him: "Honestly, how about spending a lifetime with Brother Yan? Chunliu... If you still have a little nostalgia for me, don't leave..."

Wan Chunliu only felt that his teeth were sour, and when Yan Nantian accidentally lit up his claws, he was imprisoned even tighter without thinking.

"Chunliu... If the wine is over, I probably wouldn't dare to say these things."

Wan Chunliu bared his teeth, his eyes were so turbulent, he didn't look like he was drunk.

"I, Yan Nantian, swear to the sky that if I win Wan Chunliu, I will protect him for the rest of my life and never leave him...Chunliu, for the past six months, you...don't hate me, do you?" The last few words seemed to be bitten Many times, it was inexplicably cautious to say it.Wan Chunliu's boyish heart of two lifetimes suddenly knocked, as if Yan Nantian's too hard teeth made a gap.

There was silence.Wan Chunliu slowly relaxed, and lowered his head sullenly.If he said he had no feelings, it would be a lie. He lived in his house for half a year, occupying the best room and the most prosperous fruit trees in Yan's house.Yan Nantian is to him, he naturally sees it.It's just that I have been stewed for a long time, and I have become accustomed to it. I am in the way of a hurdle, and I will not let myself pass it.Wan Chunliu himself naturally doesn't care about secular etiquette, but if he really takes such a path, he feels that he has not yet reached such an earth-shattering level for Yan Nantian.But if it's someone else, it's even worse, if it's him, if it's just him... probably, it's not bad?

He always felt that there was something between himself and Yan Nantian.Yan Nantian is a generation of heroes, righteousness is more important than love.He Wan Chunliu was originally just an otaku with no ambitions, but under the influence of Wan Jia, he embarked on the path of pursuing medicine.The two went their separate ways, but they still lived in peace, and it was more cost-effective to talk about the love between brothers at night than Jin Jian and the like.If he really embarked on the road of no return to disturb the foundation, he was afraid that he, a fake genius doctor, would fall into it, and Yan Nantian would come out gracefully, and end up like the wretched woman Yaoyue in the original book.Wan Chunliu hesitated, wondering whether the oath of the Nantian hero could be trusted...

"Chunliu, Chunliu, you really don't hate me, do you?" Yan Nantian felt the young man in front of him leaning softly on him, and was ecstatic for a moment, and continued to show his sincerity: "You... believe me , I, I really don't know what to do... I'm afraid that if I wake up, it's just a drunken dream... But even if it's a half-hour of a dream, it's okay..."

Wan Chunliu muffled: "You make me think again..."

Yan Nantian's hand tightened suddenly, and Wan Chunliu let out a cry of pain, only to feel the heartbeat of the person in front of him suddenly speed up, as if he had turned into a large dog with excess energy, rubbing against him, howling and howling. Barking: "Chunliu, you agreed!"

Before Wan Chunliu could respond, he suddenly felt the warm internal energy spread all over his body again, Yan Nantian's whole body threw him to death: "Don't move... I remember that you enjoyed it three years ago... ..."

The author has something to say: There used to be a painting halberd...then it went to a dregs game...became a dregs...

And then it came back...