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23, Feng Xi Feng Xi...

Walking on the road, Yan Qiong's complexion was obviously not very good.Although others couldn't tell, Ye Qiao was with him all day long, even if they didn't need to look, they could feel that Yan Qiong was in a bad mood.

Glancing at the follower who was leading the way in a dark blue gown with a high bun, Ye Qiao followed two steps closely, pulling at the corner of Yan Qiong's clothes: "Yan Qiong? Yan Qiong? What's wrong with you? Are you in a bad mood?"

Yan Qiong turned her head, needless to say?I felt awkward for a while, didn't I just come out to set up a stall, and I met that Ji Juntong again, and it was fine if I met, I was going to close the stall in the afternoon and leave, and I sent someone over to invite the mansion to talk, Xiao Qiaoer didn't What kind of experience, you forgot about being molested last time when you heard that there was money to be made?Thinking angrily, Yan Qiong couldn't help but glared at Ye Qiao.

Ye Qiao shrank her head. Although she was molested last time, that Ji Juntong didn't seem to be annoying. With Yan Qiong by her side, nothing would happen.Besides, there must be a lot of money for painting portraits of the royal family. Maybe with a big wave of their hands, the rest of their lives-oh, it's a bit exaggerated, but it must be enough for them to set up stalls many times!Yan Qiong, that lazy guy, doesn't know Chai Migui if he is not in charge, if he can make money, do I still need to agree?Thinking of this, Ye Qiao became confident again, and glared at Yan Qiong fiercely!

Yan Qiong's heart turned cold, could it be that Xiaoqiao'er was angry?He didn't dare to really annoy Ye Qiao, so he immediately huddled over Ye Qiao in a low voice and made a dogleg.Ye Qiao thought to herself: Sure enough, that old saying is true—what is it——

Difficulties are like springs, if you are weak it will be strong, if you are strong it will be weak!In the same way——

Yan Qiong is like a spring, if you are fierce, he will be fierce, if you are kind, he will be fierce!snort!

Ignoring Yan Qiong turning around beside her, she strode forward.

The farther you go, the more remote the road becomes, but it also becomes more and more secluded.A path is lined with various flowers and trees, some with unknown red, yellow and white flowers.Some flowers are as big as the mouth of a bowl, and some are as small as osmanthus.The fragrance of flowers is faint and makes people feel happy.

Ye Qiao was a little puzzled, and couldn't help asking in a low voice: "Isn't this Ji Juntong a member of the royal family? Why doesn't he live in the palace?"

When Yan Qiong heard that Ye Qiao was finally willing to talk to him, she immediately followed up and answered: "Ji Juntong's status in the royal family is very detached, and he has never participated in royal affairs. This year, he should be [-] years old, right? Living in semi-reclusion on the outskirts of Mingcheng." Just kidding, everyone who has plans for Qiao'er must investigate clearly, and then prescribe the right medicine!Hmph, it's intolerable to dare to fight with him, and no one else can bear it! !

Before reaching the end of the road, you can see the wooden buildings in front, and a row of huts are hidden among the lush trees, which looks very quiet.There are faint singing and piano sounds——

The phoenix and the phoenix live in Wu, looking around and getting lost.

It's hard to find in the vast sea of ​​people, and there is nowhere to complain about the sorrows in my heart.

What do you realize when you fall all day long, and blame yourself for hesitating.

But you have to fly together, even if there are thousands of thorns and thorns, the road will be smooth.

After hearing the words, Yan Qiong couldn't help curling her lips—can a sour poem touch our little Qiao'er's heart?Turning around, I saw Ye Qiao smiling, squinting his eyes and listening carefully, and felt sour for a while—I can sing to you too, Qiao’er!

Just thinking about it, when I turned the corner, I saw a bright light in front of me.The gate is open, and there are a row of wooden fences on both sides.There is a huge peach blossom forest on the right, because it is already autumn, Fang Fei is gone, only some small peach blossoms are sparsely hanging on the branches, and there is a plum forest on the left.

Ji Juntong, dressed in a white long gown and with loose hair, was sitting in the peach forest on the right, with a piano in front of him, playing and singing.Seeing the two people enter the door, they didn't stop. They smiled at them and sang "Thousands of thorns and thorns are also smooth" before stopping.

After adjusting his clothes and walking out from behind the piano, Ye Qiao realized that Ji Juntong was not wearing shoes, and was walking on the green grass with bare feet. There was an indescribable sense of harmony. The early autumn wind blew His hair was covered, and a pair of smiling peach blossom eyes looked so charming that it was hard to describe, which was really pleasing to the eye.

Ye Qiao's heart moved, and she took the initiative to go forward, ignoring Yan Qiong who was staring behind her, and cupped her hands and said, "Young Master Ji, you are so polite! It's such a beautiful piano and beautiful poetry."

Ji Juntong was obviously a little flattered. After all, the impression Ye Qiao left on him was too "deep" last time, but he still immediately returned the gift, which was way more than Ye Qiao's standard: "Young master, you are too proud." Just as he was about to invite the two of them to sit down, He was interrupted by Ye Qiao's voice: "Master Ji can call me Ye Qiao." Then he said impatiently: "Mr. Ji, can you lend me a pen, ink, paper and inkstone?" After thinking about it, he felt a little abrupt, and added: "Suddenly felt something, I'm being abrupt."

Ji Juntong waved his hands, and while ordering his servants to prepare, he smiled and said, "Young Master Ye is too polite."

In an instant, a long table was placed next to the piano, and then paper was spread on it, and pens and ink were arranged.Ye Qiao was also polite, went up to pick up the pen, pondered for a while, and immediately began to swipe on the paper.

In less than a quarter of an hour, a painting appeared vividly on the paper.In the bright moonlight, a young man in white came stepping barefoot.There is a faint dark color on the huge moon, which seems to be a pavilion, a young man with a smile on his mouth, a pair of peach blossom eyes that seem to be angry but not angry, half a smile is not a smile, the corners of his clothes are blown by the wind, flying lightly, half of the trees in the peach blossom forest are scattered, Falling flowers are flying, and it seems that there are petals entwined in the loose hair, which can't be lingered.The shape is lifelike, and it seems that the slight sound of the wind can be heard.

Ye Qiao still held the pen in his hand, hung it on the upper right corner of the scroll, thought for a while, then immediately wrote:

Fengxi, Fengxi, why hesitate, I am yearning for my romance.

But hating this heart already belongs to me, I only seek my confidant to meet another land.

Looking at the painting and the poem, Ji Juntong murmured: "Is it too late for me to meet you?" Feeling lost in his heart, he paused for a while before carefully putting away the painting, bowing and saying, "Thank you Mr. Ye for the gift of the painting." Giving poems fulfills Juntong's wish." Looking up again, he said again: "Although Mr. Ye refused, Juntong is still unwilling to give up like this. I will not pester you, but if there is any use of Juntong, Juntong Tong Ding should do his best!"

Then Ye Qiao and Yan Qiong were invited to sit down, set up a drink and chat, and kept Hei Yeqiao and Yan Qiong until they left.

As soon as he left the gate of Ji Juntong's house, Ye Qiao immediately put away the smile on his face and looked angrily.Although Yan Qiong was about to overturn the vinegar pot when she saw the painting at the beginning, but when she saw the poem inscribed, she was really happy, especially the sentence "I have already belonged to you", doesn't it mean that I am interested in myself?After walking a long way, he still had a happy face. Now seeing Ye Qiao's angry look, he couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong with Qiao'er? Who are you angry with?"

Ye Qiao glared at him fiercely: "Didn't you mean to draw a portrait of Ji Juntong? Now it's all right, the painting is also drawn, and the poem is also written—although I can't write some words and can only make up a few random sentences... However, I didn’t get any money! What a loss!!”

Yan Qiong was immediately dumbfounded.

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24. Collecting herbs...

"Ah, I don't want to drink!" Ye Qiao ran around the house, but Yan Qiong snatched it back: "Drink it quickly! I've been up for a long time!"

"..." Ye Qiao tightly closed her mouth in an unyielding gesture.

"Really don't drink?" The ending sound is raised, which is a bit dangerous.

"..." Ye Qiao continued to keep her mouth shut, and this time even her eyes were closed—we people of country Z have a backbone, we don't drink if we don't want to drink!

"Ah, hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha" Ye Qiao laughed out of breath when Yan Qiong squeaked at her ribs and armpits, kicking her legs and feet indiscriminately, but she didn't seem to be greeted To Yan Qiong.In the end, his body went limp from laughing, and he lay on the ground begging for mercy.

"Drink or not?" Yan Qiong asked with a triumphant smile.

Ye Qiao lay on the ground in the shape of "big" and pretended to be a dead body with her eyes closed.

Feeling that Yan Qiong was bullying him again, she shrank into a ball in fright, and said repeatedly: "Drink, I will drink..." Then facing the bowl of black soup, her face wrinkled into a bun.I have been drinking the medicine for a week, how long will I have to drink it?He wanted to pour it out secretly, but he knew how much Yan Qiong had put into it. In order to survive the heat, he had to inject spiritual power. Even though Yan Qiong didn't say anything, Ye Qiao could feel his recent exhaustion.Reaching out to take it, he held his breath and swallowed it in one breath.

Yan Qiong took the empty bowl, took out a candied fruit from the jar on the bench, and stuffed it into Ye Qiao's mouth.Seeing Ye Qiao's wrinkled face, he couldn't help laughing and said, "Is it that bad?" He casually took another candied fruit and stuffed it into his mouth, squinting his eyes in enjoyment—I really didn't know it was so bad The fruit tastes so good after being pickled with honey or something, Xiaoqiaoer is really a treasure.

Thinking happily, he pulled Ye Qiao up.The two began to hug the jar and eat the candied fruit.

"Yan Qiong, how long do I have to take the medicine?" Ye Qiao was a little pitiful.

Yan Qiong thought for a while, then touched his head: "If you don't like medicinal baths, you can only drink the medicine for a period of time to change your physique, and then the Lingli Pill can exert its greatest effect, instead of just saving lives. As for how long you need to drink it..." Touching her chin, Yan Qiong continued: "If all goes well, from tomorrow onwards we can focus on cultivation, supplemented by decoction."

"As a supplement...you still want to drink?" Ye Qiao was immediately discouraged.

"Well, bear with it, Qiao'er." Pulling Ye Qiao into her arms, Yan Qiong rested her chin on his shoulder and grabbed Ye Qiao's protesting hand: "I'm going to pick some medicine tonight, you stay at home obediently." .”

"Picking herbs?" Ye Qiao's eyes lit up immediately: "Yes.