Yan Huan

The cicadas were singing, and the room was full of fragrance. The scorching sun burst into the room through the wide open door, and the slightly hot air made people drowsy.

Yan Huan, who was sitting on the bed with a medical book in his hand, was fascinated by it. He only heard Brother Yan Huan, and when he raised his eyes, he saw a mass of purple coming towards him. The man in the suit has already greeted him.

"A Rang." Yan Huan looked at the blushing and struggling little man who was lifted by Xuan Ming Rang, and hurriedly called out.

As soon as Mouton's feet touched the ground, without caring about tidying up the messy clothes, he stared fiercely at Xuan Mingrang who had retreated to the side, then turned his mouth and eyes red, and looked at Yan Huan full of grievances. He called out, "Brother Yan Huan."

Yan Huan put the medical book in his hand on the low table beside him, with a look of helplessness on his face, but a smile in his eyes, he turned slightly, put his hands under Mouton's armpit, and put the The man picked it up and put it in his arms, and gently wiped off the crystal beads on his little face with his fair fingers: "You, you are always so reckless."

Mouton is the youngest son of Mu Junxu, the owner of the Valley of the Medicine Kings. He has been in the Valley of the Medicine Kings for more than half a year. Since he fainted from the sudden cold last time, when he woke up again, he was already in the Valley of the Medicine Kings. A maid told him to let him recuperate here.

The Valley of the Medicine Kings has a quiet environment and the fragrance of medicines is pervasive. Everyone in the valley takes planting medicines as their duty, so their hearts are simple. Yan Huan lives here with peace of mind. One is to heal his illness, and the other is to learn the art of resisting poison.

The cold syndrome has not occurred since the last time, but even Mu Junxu, who is highly skilled in medicine, could not diagnose the cause. Yan Huan guessed that it might be because he was raped by someone during that time in the dungeon, so he dared not He underestimated him, so he asked Mu Junxu to teach him the art of resisting poison. He is a family of doctors. He mainly focuses on poison art and supplemented it with medical skills. Leaving here, acquiring a skill is also beneficial to protect one's own safety.

When he came to Yaowang Valley, he began to have the opportunity to understand and explore this world slowly. The world he came to was called Wangyuan Continent. The Zheyan Villa he was in before was the number one villa in the world. The owner Ji Shichen rarely Showing up, unfathomable, there are three sons under his command, Mo Yu is good at medicine, Mo Ze is good at martial arts, Mo Yan is good at writing, and he was brought back to the villa by Mo Yu and the others two years ago, and treated him like a son. Before that, he had no father or father. Mother, just a poor beggar on the street, can be regarded as flying up a branch and turning into a phoenix, no wonder the people in the villa looked at him that way before.

"Brother Yan Huan, I heard from my father that you are leaving soon." Moutong squeezed the skirt of Yan Huan's chest tightly, raised her head slightly, and looked at Yan Huan with frowns.

"Yeah." Yan Huan rubbed Mouton's little head, and the soft hair brushed against his palm lightly, making it feel numb.

Zheyan Villa sent someone to deliver a letter three days ago, saying that he would be picked up back to the village five days later, and today was his last day in Yaowang Valley.

Standing aside, Xuan Mingrang held his soft sword and looked at Yan Huan who was sitting on the couch with a smile on his face. There was no color on his stern face. When he was about to give up on himself, it was this person with a smile as beautiful as glass, who rescued him half-back and half-dragged with his frail body, and took good care of him every day when he was not in good health. Any warmth, he suddenly wanted to grasp this warmth and was unwilling to let go.

"No one will tell me stories from now on."

Yan Huan heard the grievance of the villain in his arms, and the mood of parting came up: "I will come back to see you."

"Really?"

"real."

Children are easy to coax when they see the smiling people who are grievances and suddenly recede.

After dinner, Yan Huan took a walk in the courtyard to digest food, and occasionally glanced at Xuan Mingrang who was standing on the door frame watching him. It was just an accident that he saved Xuan Mingrang, and he didn't think he would take grass to repay his kindness, but this person just wanted to She gave up her freedom to stay by his side, no matter what he said he was unwilling to leave, Yan Huan just let him go, and could leave whenever he got bored.

But now that he is going back to Zheyan Villa, he can't even guarantee his own safety, how can he bring him back, but knowing his temperament, he is full of energy, and he is afraid that it will be dangerous to break into the villa by force It's possible, but I can't help but feel powerless after thinking about it.