Outside Linghu Village, several half-year-old children were playing and playing under the willow trees. A group of laundry wives were slapping their clothes with wooden pestles. The gurgling river water flowed into the distance with people's laughter.

A young man came across the stream with the girl in the cup. His steps were steady and powerful, and each step was solid and reliable, fast without being messy.

When the women and children at the entrance of the village saw the boy, they all surrounded him.

"Qingfeng, what's wrong with you?"

"Whose daughter is this? She is so handsome! Oh, why are you injured? Go quickly and ask the doctor to take a look!"

The villagers were very familiar with Ling Qingfeng, who had grown up here since childhood. When they saw him coming with the injured, they made way. Several enthusiastic sisters-in-law quickly took out a few steaming eggs from the chicken cage in their yard and rushed towards the Ling family's yard one step deep and one step shallow.

After a while, all the young and old in the village knew that Ling Qingfeng had brought a beautiful girl back. The eldest girl was injured very much and had to repair her body.

As a result, Ling Qingfeng had just entered the yard. In less than half an hour, the yard was filled with eggs, duck eggs, various eggs, plus two old hens. Even the old turtle that had just been caught from the river was tied up and placed on the stone steps at the entrance of the yard.

Ling Qingfeng hugged Teacher Yang and walked over the bluestone threshold under his feet before entering his living room. When he looked up, he saw his father sitting upright in the center of the main hall with a big golden knife, his eyes were bright and he was powerful without anger. His aura was so thrust that it was extraordinary.

"Dad, I'm back!" Ling Qingfeng couldn't help but feel sad when he saw his father. He thought of all kinds of hardships in the 100,000 mountains. He seemed to be a human being again and almost couldn't see him. At this time, he looked at his father and actually liked him no matter how he looked at him!

Squeak! My father jumped up from the big bamboo chair, pointed at Teacher Yang in Ling Qingfeng's arms, and shouted loudly: "Haha! I asked you to go and find a wife for me, and I'm back! Haha! I really deserve to be my son. I have a set! Daughter-in-law, what's your name? Where is your home?"

Ling Qingfeng was almost stunned by his father's yelling! He thought to himself that his daughter-in-law could recognize him? Didn't you see someone hurting him? I brought someone to treat the wound. When did you become your daughter-in-law?

Teacher Yang, who was held in Ling Qingfeng's arms, was surprisingly calm. Facing the scary look of Dad Ling, he just nodded lightly and replied calmly: "Hello, uncle! My name is Yang Ying, and I live in the capital."

"What's your name? I'm his father, you're my daughter-in-law. You have to call me dad!" Dad Ling hit the snake and followed the stick, then said, and then he saw the bayonet and went straight to the point. Such a unrestrained attitude towards life is really speechless!

"Babe!" The problem is, Teacher Yang actually called out!

"Well, good wife! What a mystery! My son doesn't love you in vain!"

"Thank you, dad, for your compliment! Xiaofeng is very nice to me!" Teacher Yang said one by one, not ready to explain anything at all.

The two of them had a conversation, and it seemed like they had been rehearsed. If they didn’t know, they thought they were acting in a bloody TV series!

Ling Qingfeng looked at Teacher Yang with a weird expression. He wanted to open his mouth and say something, but was suppressed by the inexplicable calmness in Yang Ying's eyes.

Dad Ling stepped forward, leaned over and looked at the injuries on her abdomen, frowned and said, "Damn it! Who dares to hurt my daughter-in-law? I tore him! Huh? No, you can't have this wound yourself, right?"

Unexpectedly, my father's eyesight was so sharp. Ling Qingfeng was about to open his mouth to explain, but Teacher Yang shrank and whispered: "Thank you for your concern. It's no longer a problem. I'm inconvenient to mobility, and I'm afraid I'll have to recuperate at your house for a few days. I'm sorry for disturbing me!"

This girl is well-educated and polite, and reasonable. Dad Ling smiled thornyly, and even the bearded man was almost overwhelmed. "Okay, okay! I won't ask anymore, it's okay to live for as long as I live! This is the first time my son has grown up to this age. Haha! Don't bother, don't bother at all! Xiaofeng, you send your wife to the room to rest first, I'll cook a few side dishes for you, all of them are family, eat some casually today! Damn it! I'll go up the mountain to beat a bear tomorrow and come stew it for you to eat!"

What is a family? Oh my god! Ling Qingfeng couldn't listen to his father's nonsense, so he hurriedly hugged Teacher Yang and hurried to the backyard.

But it’s really strange to think about it! My dad’s attitude today is so abnormal! He usually doesn’t even bother to farts, and has never seen him be so enthusiastic about anyone! How can I say this strange feeling?

Ling Qingfeng felt a little chilling on his back. Could it be that there are too few girls in this yard? Could it be that the old man was so worried that he had lost his brain?

After kicking open the door, Ling Qingfeng gently put Teacher Yang on his bed.

Yang Ying curled up on the edge of the bed, pressing her abdomen lightly, her brows slightly lame.

The woman's body curve ratio is almost perfect, with a slender neck, a waist that can be held in one hand, a white and slender calves, and a cold and cold horizontal knife on her pillow, interpreting two completely different qualities: weakness, sexiness, firmness and uprightness on her body.

Ling Qingfeng was a little confused for a moment. At this moment, he finally knew how the adjectives of the beautiful and charming women described in the ancients were obtained!

"What's wrong with you?" Yang Ying was stunned when she saw the boy looking at his body, but she felt both angry and funny.

I remembered that when I first met him, this kid said arrogantly that he wanted to pounce on him. Now that he really fell on his bed, he looked like a fool. But this look was not annoying, and it looked much more pleasing than before.

Ling Qingfeng came to his senses and waved his hands repeatedly, "No, nothing! You have a good rest! I'll pour you a glass of water!"

Yang Ying shook her head and said, "No, I won't drink water! Come over with paper and pen, I'll prescription, just follow the prescription to help me get some medicine!"

"So great? You can still get medicine for yourself? OK, I'll get paper and pen! By the way, Teacher Yang, I have a feeling that sometimes I feel that you are not like the people of our era at all. You shouldn't have traveled through time, right?"

While joking, Ling Qingfeng took out the paper and pen from the drawer and handed it to Teacher Yang.

Yang Ying smiled slightly, endured the pain in her abdomen, and lifted the pen to write, but Ling Qingfeng held his hand and pulled the pen out of her soft and soft air.

"I'll write it! You said that, I recognize a lot of Chinese medicine and I won't write it wrong!" Ling Qingfeng replied with a smile.

"Four qian of male turtle, four qian of Qin prickly, five qian of gallbladder, five qian of blood exhaustion, eight qian of myrrh, nine horse quanzi, three qian of dragon bone, five qian of southern safflower, three qian of Sichuan Qianghuo, three qian of crab bone, three qian of angelica, one liang of purified feng qian, five qian of angelica, five qian of angelica, five qian of angelica, five qian of saccharum, three qian of chuanxiong. Do you understand?"

Yang Ying casually reported the prescription for the powerful Jinchuang medicine collected in the Huyi Army. Several of the medicines were obscure and difficult to understand. People who do not understand traditional Chinese medicine could not write those words even after listening to it.

As a result, Ling Qingfeng wrote as if he was very smart and wrote very quickly. As soon as Yang Ying finished reporting the prescription, he stopped writing.

When he handed the prescription to Teacher Yang, Yang Ying glanced at it. The font was elegant and elegant, and the content was indeed very word-of-mouth. This kid is really an expert, not a mere scammer.

"Fry four bowls of water and one bowl of water, use charcoal fire without the electric stove to liquefy gas, I understand!" Ling Qingfeng said with a smile.

"Well, thank you!" Yang Ying nodded and leaned her cheek against the pillow, like a kitten.

Ling Qingfeng slapped his head and finally couldn't help asking: "Teacher Yang, I was so embarrassed just now. My dad was weird. He just talked nonsense and didn't understand the winks. Don't bother him!"

Yang Ying smiled faintly and said, "It's okay, don't think too much. If you save me, I will certainly respect your family. It's his business for the uncle. As for the relationship between me and you, um, you know!"

"Okay! I'm going to buy medicine, you have a good rest!" Ling Qingfeng nodded, turned around and left.

The moment he walked out of the room, Ling Qingfeng closed the door for Teacher Yang, but with the gradually disappearing crack, he looked at the moving figure on the bed reluctantly, and couldn't help feeling a little disappointed.

Everyone has a love for beauty. Whenever you encounter beautiful things, your first reaction is always what you want to have. Although you know that what cannot happen to Teacher Yang and yourself, once you say it in person, your heart will always feel a little sour.

However, as soon as Ling Qingfeng took a few steps, the phone in his backpack rang out. (To be continued.)

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