I have been experimenting with medicine in the Palace of Longevity for 30 years

Chapter 234: The Lover!
"If you say you don't regret it, it's impossible."

"But people, always look forward, giving up and not giving up is only in one thought."

"My cultivation base is limited, and I am not proficient in Confucianism and Taoism. If Lu Yong is trapped by his side, it will harm him instead."

In fact, He Pingan didn't say what was in his heart.

He is not a great sage, and he has given away the good talents he has built for a long time.

The main reason is that Zizhu Layman's lifespan will be exhausted, so he will definitely regard Lu Yong as his successor and teach him with all his heart.
And because of Liu Ruoxiang, Lu Yong will definitely not stay away from him.

Hearing this, Wang Yifang couldn't help but cupped his hands and said, "Brother He is open-minded, I admire you."

Then he sighed faintly, as if his heart was more depressed.

"Brother Wang looks gloomy, and seems to be depressed. Why don't you speak up and let me untangle it for you."

He Pingan enlightened, and couldn't help but feel a little strange. Before in Lichun Courtyard, he found that Princess Yifang was a little unhappy.

Unexpectedly, after the results of today's meeting were announced, he got a good result of No.2 in the exam, but he seemed to be even more depressed.

"Brother He, I have a question, and I just want to ask you."

Wang Yifang suddenly looked at He Ping'an's face with burning eyes, and there seemed to be a light shining in his eyes.

"Brother Wang, just ask, I will tell you everything."

He Pingan was a little embarrassed by her gaze, and said while avoiding her gaze.

I don't have any flowers on my face, why are you staring at me so closely, I'll give you freshly squeezed peanut milk in a few days.

"From ancient times to the present, it has been mentioned that the orders of parents and the words of matchmakers must be obeyed by all women in the world?"

"Is it true that women are inherently inferior to men and can only become men's vassals?"

Wang Yifang drank some wine in the small building. At this time, he spoke in a bold and unrestrained tone, which had already surpassed the usual rationale.

It seems to want to break through the invisible, but ubiquitous spiritual shackles of feudal society.

"Of course not. According to a book I read next, in a world called Huaxia, women there can fall in love freely and don't have to obey their parents' opinions."

"There, women can also have their own ideals and careers."

He Pingan said slowly, and then added heavily: "Of course, a man can still have three wives and four concubines!"

"Huaxia."

"What a great place!"

When Wang Yifang heard the words, he said foolishly, longing for it.

Then he moved forward, and a melodious singing sounded in the deserted street.

"When is the moon? Ask Qingtian for the wine.

I don’t know what the palace is, but what year is it.

I want to return by wind, and I fear Qionglou Yuyu, the heights are too cold.

Dancing clear shadow, like in the world. "

He Pingan chanted this word in front of Yang Qing when he was beheading Guixiu, and then it was passed on by this guy.

After the adaptation of Xuanyang City Song and Dance Workshop, it became popular in Daxuan and became a song that everyone can hum.

At this time, above the night sky, the bright moon hangs high.

The bright moonlight fell on the broad street, and Wang Yifang danced under the moonlight like a lively elf.

Spinning, jumping, dancing gracefully and lightly, long hair like a waterfall cascading down from the scarf.

The white Confucian shirt can't hide her graceful figure at all, which makes people daydream.

Especially those two long legs, straight and slender, more elegant and agile in dancing, captivating.

After a while, the singing disappeared and the dancing stopped.

On the empty street, Wang Yifang's panting voice was heard: "Brother He, how about my singing and dancing?"

He Pingan seemed to be still in Wang Yifang's amazing singing and dancing just now. After a long time, he clapped his hands and praised: "It's so wonderful, it's dizzying."

"Ping An, do you like it?"

Wang Yifang's eyes suddenly burst into an astonishing look. His big bright eyes stared at He Pingan, his cheeks were slightly red, and he was indescribably charming.

"Ugh"

After a long silence, He Pingan sighed, bowed his head and said, "It's getting late, I'll take Brother Wang home."

At this time, how could he not understand Wang Yifang's hint.

During the dance just now, Wang Yifang had already shown his long hair, and Yi Rong's Adam's apple had been thrown away.

Anyone who is a normal person can tell that she is a girl.

Maybe as long as I say I like it now, I can bring this Princess Yifang home.

However, if he wanted to kill Emperor Jiaming in the future, he couldn't get too entangled with her.

A master's move, but any hesitation may lead to catastrophe.

Moreover, he felt a sense of peeping at this moment, as if someone was watching here.

Therefore, he could only decline.

"it is good"

The light in Wang Yifang's eyes suddenly disappeared, his eyes were dimmed, and he walked ahead in a daze.

He Pingan followed her figure closely, sighed slightly, and said nothing.

Just as he walked out of the street, a slim figure flashed in front of him.

It was Xiaoru, the pseudo-boy who followed Wang Yifang to Lichunyuan before.

"Master, did he bully you?"

Seeing Wang Yifang's disheveled hair, Xiaoru immediately turned his head and glared at He Pingan. The power of the fourth rank of martial arts was crushed out, and the momentum was astonishing.

He Ping'an's expression was normal, and he quietly stepped back two steps, dispelling the power without any trace.

"It's okay, it has nothing to do with him."

Wang Yifang shook his head, his blue hair danced wildly, and continued to walk forward in a numb manner.

Seeing that Wang Yifang's mood was not right, Xiaoru gave He Pingan a hard look, and then hurriedly followed.

"Ugh"

He Pingan sighed, turned and left.

"He Pingan, do you remember the story you told me before?"

Wang Yifang walked a few steps, turned his head suddenly, looked at He Ping'an's back and asked.

"Ok?"

He Pingan turned around and looked suspiciously at Wang Yifang who looked sad.

"My ideal person is a hero of the world, one day he will step on the clouds of seven colors to marry me"

Wang Yifang said foolishly, leaving behind a sentence without beginning or end, then turned around resolutely, strode away with Xiaoru, and never looked back.

He Pingan stood where he was, watched the two figures go away, smiled wryly and shook his head, and walked towards the fairy grass hall.

On the street leading to the imperial city, two slim figures walked side by side, bathed in starlight.

"Princess, have you told him?"

Xiaoru asked.

She had been waiting for Wang Yifang in the Purple Bamboo Garden before, and after receiving her voice transmission, she had been waiting outside the street.

"said."

Wang Yifang said weakly.

"How did he say?"

Seeing Wang Yifang's expression, Xiaoru already guessed a little bit, but still wanted an accurate answer.

Wang Yifang shook his head and did not speak.

She is a proud person and will not beg others. The question after the dance just now made her blush.

In her opinion, how can such a thing be said too clearly.

Xiao Ru is the kind of dead-headed person who doesn't give up until the Yellow River. After continuous questioning, Wang Yifang finally told what happened to him on the road.

"Maybe I was too hasty."

Wang Yifang let out a long sigh.

When she saw He Pingan for the first time in Lichunyuan, she just felt that he was different from ordinary people. He drank alone and seemed different.

In the subsequent exchanges, she found that although He Ping'an was just a martial artist, he was well-informed and had an extraordinary conversation.

Especially for some major events in the world, they have their own unique insights.

It made her have some good feelings and appreciation for this person.

And after she arranged for someone to investigate He Pingan, she found out that she had heard that this person opened the Immortal Cottage, tasted all kinds of herbs in the world, and compiled the Shennong Baicao Jing.

She doesn't seek a single cent of self-interest, just to benefit the common people, so she can't help admiring her.

She, Wang Yifang, thinks that she has never lost to others, but in terms of vision, conversation, and state of mind, she is deeply impressed by He Pingan.

If these were not enough, today, she discovered that Lu Yong, who defeated her in the test, was actually He Ping'an's disciple.

It made her feel even more that this man was simply unfathomable.

As a result, He Pingan handed over the promising Lu Yong to Lay Zizhu. With such a grand move, Wang Yifang could no longer hide his affection for He Pingan.

But these were not enough for her to confide in He Pingan so early.

But she really, really couldn't wait.
"Princess, how can you say that?"

"It's not easy to meet a man you like. If you don't explain the matter clearly, how will he know that you have no way out at this time?"

Xiao Ru stomped her feet and complained.

Originally, according to their discussion, if He Ping'an agreed, when the two of them uncooked and cooked the rice, everything would be done. No matter who it is, I'm afraid they can't change this fact.

"No, I have to talk to him."

The more Xiaoru thought about it, the more she felt that Wang Yifang had missed the chance to escape from the cage in vain, so she turned around and chased He Pingan.

"Xiao Ru, forget it."

Wang Yifang grabbed her hand and said slowly, "Maybe we are destined but not destined."

After finishing speaking, he took Xiaoru and walked towards the palace. The bright moonlight shone on the two of them, stretching their figures very, very long
　Thanks to the reader, the third young master, for the sword reward!

　　
　
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