C11

Just as Dongfang Yanran was sizing up the Azure Sun Sect, the Azure Sun was also looking carefully at the sickly young girl for the first time.

The girl's hands were soft and her skin was creamy. The collar is like a kaleidoscope, the teeth like a kaleidoscope. Her eyebrows were like moths in the ocean. His eyes were like clear water, giving off a refined and elegant air as he looked around. However, his cold and arrogant spirit seemed to be able to captivate the souls of others, causing them to be unable to stop themselves from being distracted.

Her frail and frail body, coupled with her sickness that seemed to be crying but not crying, seemed to be worrying yet not worrying at all, caused everyone to feel an endless amount of heartache.

He silently praised, "Not only that, she is a beauty capable of toppling empires. When I look back at her for the time being, tens of thousands of people will die. "She really is a beauty that doesn't eat the world."

Qingyang walked up with a chuckle and cupped his hands, "I am Qingyang. Does Miss still feel unwell? "

"Thank you, young master, for saving my life. "Yanran does not have any discomfort at the moment." When Dongfang Yanran heard this handsome youth ask her, she blushed and lowered her head as she softly replied.

"Haha, let's do as Qingyang says." Dongfang Bo jokingly looked at the young couple in front of him and smiled as he instructed the servant.

He quickly walked over to the servant, took out a small bag from his chest pocket and said, "I'll have to trouble you to put these herbs in the pot and cook them together. They may not be as delicious as sweet porridge, but they have the fragrance of some medicinal herbs, and they will be beneficial to Miss Yanran's recovery."

The servant was stunned for a moment, and then turned to look at Dongfang Bo. After Dongfang Bo nodded, he took the small bag and ran towards the kitchen.

"Since Miss Yanran is fine, then Qingyang will take his leave first. Uncle Dongfang, I want to go home tomorrow as well so that I can ask my parents about that guest official. " Qingyang turned towards Dongfang Bo and cupped his hands.

"Well, that's fine too. When you come back, you'll be in better shape than I thought you would be. At that time, she'll thank you for saving her life." Dongfang Bo mused for a moment before he smiled and nodded.

After bidding farewell to everyone in the room and returning to his own room, Qingyang took a few deep breaths and threw that sickly and sickly feeling out of his mind. He calmed his heart and began to ponder the inadequacies of the Five Birds of Eight Trigrams.

After Qingyang left, Yanran ate the porridge and Dongfang Bo dismissed everyone. Only the three of them were left in Yanran's room.

Madam Dongfang looked affectionately at her daughter and smiled. "That child Qingyang is really meticulous. He even prepared all the medicinal herbs needed for the porridge."

"He is a kind-hearted and sincere person, but he does not lack in his calm and tenacious nature. The most important thing is that his proficiency in pharmacological medicine is probably a bit better than those famous doctors who have been around for a long time. You can use plastic talent. " Dongfang Bo lightly stroked his beard and nodded, "Otherwise, why would I invite him to be my Dongfang family's guest?"

"Old master, don't tell me you want to ?" Madam Dongfang seemed to have felt her husband's thoughts as she asked in surprise.

"Even if I have the heart of a husband, I'm afraid Yanran has no intention of marrying me." "Hahaha." Dongfang Bo joked.

Dongfang Yanran was so embarrassed that she buried her head into her collar, revealing a snow-white neck that was slightly red as she coquettishly scolded, "Daddy! Yanran is still young! How can you say such shameful words! "

After a few loud laughs, Dongfang Bo nodded: "It is indeed a bit early, but Qingyang is also a benefactor of the Dongfang family. I will do my best to help him, and with three years of time, if he can be successful in his medical skills, even if he is born poor, he will still be worthy to be our Dongfang family's son-in-law."

While Qingyang was still engrossed with martial arts, he didn't know that Uncle Dongfang had already secretly named him as the Dongfang family's son-in-law.

"I wonder if Qingyang has any talent in martial arts?" Madame Dongfang suddenly interrupted.

"Hmm? "For now, I am not in a rush to learn martial arts, even if I have to become a guest elder of the Dongfang family." Dongfang Bo was stunned. He waved his hand and said, "The Immortal technique manuals of the Eastern Dragon Sect are not as simple as martial arts."

"That is true. If he is able to pass the Elders' test, he might be able to become one of the disciples with another surname within the Eastern Dragon Sect." Madame Dongfang seemed to be deep in thought.

Dongfang Yanran, on the other hand, didn't respond to their conversation. She seemed to recall the handsome youth's wry smile, one chant, and one chant. She suddenly felt her heart warm as Dongfang Yanran murmured, "Qingyang huh ?"

The next morning, Qingyang and Qingyang Mu bid Dongfang Bo farewell and returned to Qingyang Village from the Residence of Dongan.

At this moment, Qingyang wasn't wearing the clothes that Yan Zhou had arranged for him. Instead, he had changed into a coarse hemp shirt and was piloting a horse carriage, carrying Gu Meng Ding and Qingyang Mu.

"Great Grandfather, I'll have to trouble you to accompany me at the Dongfang manor these few days." Qingyang Zi felt a bit apologetic as he turned around and said to Qingyang Mu, who was in the carriage.

"Kid, look at what you're saying, aren't you a member of my Qingyang clan?" Qingyang Mu feigned anger and said, "Take care of your own grandson?!"

Feeling warm in his heart, Qingyang nodded and continued to drive the carriage. After a long time, he suddenly opened his mouth and asked, "Great grandfather, in the end, who did this to Miss Yanran?"

After a moment of silence, Qingyang Mu frowned and said: "In my opinion, I'm afraid there are some people who are in conflict with the interests of the Dongfang family. However, with the Dongfang family's influence, they are one of the top clans in the Dong An prefecture. Perhaps, there are some secrets that we do not know about. "

"Perhaps, what does this have to do with me? "They are plotting and scheming against each other, all for the sake of profit." Qingyang said softly.

Staring at Qingyang strangely, Qingyang Mu smiled and said, "Qingyang, have you taken a fancy to the young miss of the Dongfang family? I think that girl is really pretty. "

Qingyang Yang suddenly felt his face burning. Fortunately, it was Qingyang Mu's back. He composed himself and said, "Great Grandfather, don't make fun of Qingyang."

"However, although she is the daughter of a salt merchant, she has the nobility of" Zhong Ding "and the elegance of" Shuxiang Clan ". It is indeed rare." After pondering for a moment, Qingyang softly added.

"You brat." How could Qingyang Mu not see that Qingyang Mu already had a good impression of Dongfang Yanran and wasn't willing to expose this matter? She then changed the topic and said, "Qingyang, do you really want to come to the Dongfang family to be that foreign delegate?"

"Foreign Dignitary?" Qingyang was stunned for a moment, then shook his head: "I don't know, I still have to ask my parents. If they agree, I will go. "

"Life five years of filial piety first, filial piety since ancient times is the original hundred lines. "Hahaha."

On the public road, the carriages and horses sped away, and the dust and dust that filled the sky behind them gradually covered up Qingyang Mu's laughter.

In addition, Steamed Bun hoped that if everyone felt that it wouldn't be too bad, they would keep it for themselves.