sweeping the empire every day

"Shut up! What do you know?!" She stared at him with blood-red eyes, the sharp tyranny and deep hatred in them were shocking, but An Qingjue looked at her without changing her face, and Yu Yilian yelled at him. After a few words, his chest heaved violently in the end, and he stared at An Qingjue while clutching his chest.

His expression didn't change a bit, it was so calm and natural, his deep black eyes couldn't see any emotion, he walked towards her slowly,

Yu Yilian subconsciously thought that he was walking towards her, and took a step to the left to avoid him. An Qingjue held the doorknob calmly, and said casually: "Of course, you don't want to let yourself go." free."

"But, Yu Yilian," his voice suddenly sank, with an inexplicable seriousness, "are you willing?"

Are you willing?

These four words knocked on her heart little by little, until her brain was showing off a bit, are you willing?

she asked herself,

"Crack..." Before she could think of a result, An Qingjue opened the door and walked out calmly. He took one last look at her, and said calmly and slowly, "Let yourself go."

I don't know why, tears flowed down the next moment, she stood there, looking at the ceiling in a daze,

She thought of her younger sister who snuggled up to each other when she was a child, she loved her so much, even if she got mixed up with An, she couldn't hate her, they were twins, she was her half body, wouldn't hating her be hating herself?

She is also a mistress, how can she have the right to hate another third party?That person was her twin sister.

Tears slid down bit by bit, she took a deep breath, and pulled up the corners of her mouth, forming a funny smile, she was here to see An Qingjue's joke, she came to stimulate An Qingjue, but in the end Instead, he was completely stimulated by this child,

What a shame.

She squatted down slowly, and suddenly burst into tears, as if she wanted to shed all the tears in the past few years, the door of the box was still open, she squatted there, crying without image, some guests came Comfort her, but she ignores it,

She just wanted to cry.

Her game can only be perfect if she dies.

She is still going to die.

"An An," the shy flower lying in the backpack called out cautiously, An Qingjue blinked her eyes before answering, "Huh?"

"An'an, they bully me!" Mimosa's voice suddenly rose, full of vitality and coquettishness, coquettishly like a child suing her family, "They are too much, they must be jealous of my beauty and beauty, that's why bully me!"

Shameful Flower seemed to have sensed the meaning of Mimihua, and said loudly in cooperation: "Nonsense, you are so ugly, An An likes us, obviously you framed us because you are jealous of us!"

"Nonsense, An'an likes me the most! Just gave me a promise!"

"That's why you lied to An An! An An is a gentle person, so she won't make you sad, you big liar!"

"You jealous ghost! You are obviously jealous of me!"

"Go away, we won't be jealous of you, you didn't know where you were when An An kissed us!"

"What?! An An kissed you? Impossible! You must have made it up. You coveted An An's lips. Did you hear that, An An? They mean nothing to you!"

An Qingjue suddenly smiled. He knew the meaning of these spirit flowers, blinked his eyes, and said gently: "I like each of you very much."

The soft tone with a hint of deep sex-sensitivity and magnetism directly stunned these "An'an fans" to the point where they couldn't even bear to quarrel. Said: "Let me just say, An An is a gentle person."

There was an indescribable pride in his tone.

The matter of Yu Yilian was quickly thrown aside by An Qingjue, he did everything he could do, and the rest was Yu Yilian's own thoughts, after all he couldn't make the decision for her, let alone, it was just a Just a stranger I met once,

Do your best to obey the destiny, and the rest is Yu Yilian's own plan.

When An Qingjue returned to the dormitory, he began to sort out his memories of learning potions. Some of the memories were too old for him to remember clearly, but he still wrote a few pages in detail, and then sketched on the paper. Since He has become the teacher of these cubs, if he can guide them on the right path, he still has to guide them on the right path,

If this group of bastards who can't even make ordinary potions go out in the future and say that he is their teacher, he is not shameful enough.

An Qingjue frowned. If the teacher knew that the students he taught were so useless, he would probably want to strangle him to death. Who would let him lose his reputation?

He knew that the students in class d didn't have that much love for pharmacy and spirit flowers and grasses, and they didn't even have any interest in pharmacy. So are the other classes like this?Then I, from the very beginning, found out that I was wrong,

An Qingjue pursed her lips. He originally thought that these cubs who chose the pharmacy system, just like they used to, chose it because of love, so he took advantage of the situation to guide them in the two aspects of mastering pharmacy and getting along with spirit flowers and grasses. But in fact, they don't have that much love and strong interest in potions,

He drew a big circle on the paper. The most important thing now is to cultivate their love and interest in medicine.

How to cultivate it?

Just when An Qingjue was thinking hard, a light curtain automatically jumped out of the optical brain, and a mechanical voice sounded, "Dear Mr. An Qingjue, Mr. Song Changxiu asked to talk to you, do you agree?"

He blinked his eyes, and then found out the man named Song Changxiu from his memory, he wanted to refuse at first, but then remembered that man's eyes similar to the little thing, his eyes darkened, and said lightly: "I agree. "

He didn't want to see the little thing's eyes stained with disappointment.

Thinking of the moon-white bird sleeping soundly on the bed, An Qingjue pursed her lips, her eyes showed a bit of hostility,

Yan Yaojia.

An Qingjue read silently.

If it was the original owner's mother's wish to settle down and perish, then I would still go to the funeral the day after tomorrow.

To witness this moment for this body and his mother.

"Master An," a thin man appeared on the screen. His body was still so thin, but he had a sense of strength completely different from that on the hospital bed. The light curtain can also feel one or two,

"Huh?" An Qingjue looked into the man's eyes. Those blue eyes were somewhat similar to the clarity of the little thing, but they were very different. His blue eyes were very deep. Can't see his emotions, but as beautiful as the little thing's blue eyes,

"I'd like to treat you to a meal, do you have time?"

There is no other time. When eating a meal, An Qingjue touched her stomach silently, and said slowly, "Where is it?"

"At Song's house, I'll pick you up, okay?" Thinking of what his mother said about Hailanju's empty box, Song Changxiu selectively ignored this matter, maybe he could let his parents take his younger brother to Hailanju?

Don't waste the reserved position.

After thinking for a while, Song Changxiu said again, "I know some cooking skills, and the taste is not bad."

An Qingjue frowned slightly, "Not bad?"

Not bad, why not?Is it good or not?

Song Changxiu noticed An Qingjue's expression, and immediately changed his words: "Very good."

An Qingjue nodded and said, "Okay, come on."

Song Changxiu didn't react until he saw the black screen of the light brain, so he made an appointment with An Qingjue?

So simple? !

I can't believe it.

Song Changxiu turned off the optical brain and nodded in satisfaction, so that even if An Qingjue repented, he would not be able to be contacted.

Back in the bedroom, looking at the simple clothes in the closet, Song Changxiu frowned slightly, so simple, would An An feel that he didn't value him?

This set is too solemn, it will make An An feel restrained, right?

Song Changxiu looked at the clothes in the closet with some dissatisfaction, only to feel that he didn't even have a set of clothes suitable for meeting An An, and couldn't help feeling distressed.

Palace:

The emperor of the empire looked at the person in front of him, and said in a word: "Are you sure, An Qingjue really cured Song Changxiu?"

The man said in a deep voice: "This subordinate is very sure that the Song family took great pains to invite An Qingjue, and An Qingjue indeed cured Admiral Song."

"What about spiritual strength? There is nothing wrong with Song Changxiu's spiritual strength?" the emperor asked again.

"Admiral Song has no problem with his mental strength," the man's tone could not hide his surprise, "there is no problem with his body either."

"He has been in a coma for so long and can be cured, so what about my emperor? Can my emperor also be cured?" The imperial queen murmured to herself, thinking of her son who was as famous as Song Changxiu on the battlefield. , her heart was in pain like suffocation, if it hadn't been for that battle that hurt her son's spiritual level, her son would still be the all-powerful son!

She won't become as gloomy and indifferent as she is now!

"Please come, please come, please treat my son!" The Imperial Empress screamed almost out of composure.

"Don't worry," the emperor suppressed the joy in his brows, and said in a low voice, "In the long run, don't lose your composure. Who can say that this time was not a coincidence? What if something happens to hurt Jin'er again?"

"Take your time, our son, it will be all right."

The author has something to say: I'm so sleepy, I've been working so hard lately, at this point in writing, I have to type blindly even with the lights off, I don't even dare to use q..q, 嘤≥﹏≤

Everyone will give out the red envelopes tomorrow, I will go to bed first, I will get up early tomorrow to do my homework, and I have an exam tomorrow, bless myself