The prostitute wait and see: the daughter is about to turn over

Chapter 729 First Acquaintance (2)

Within dozens of strokes, the assassins were all lying on the ground, with the badges hanging on the waists of the assassins, he picked them up with the tip of his sword, and said, "You know him?"

The woman bit her lip, nodded, and shook her head again.

Qing Yixuan didn't care, and helped the young man fight off a few assassins, using lightness kung fu, leaped across the bamboo forest and said, "It seems that these assassins came prepared, or escaped to a safe place, where is your home?" ?” 
"Ah?" The woman didn't seem to react, and said, "Pass through this bamboo forest and go to the right, that big house is my home."

After half an hour, it arrived, Qing Yixuan brought the woman to the ground, and said: "You go home now."

He turned around as if to leave, but was stopped by the woman, and said: "Your wound is still bleeding, let me bandage it for you."

"Sister She is ignorant and offended the young master, so go in and have a drink, and let me make amends for her." The woman's brother is obviously more gentle.

"The man is so coy and hypocritical." Seeing that Qing Yixuan didn't seem to want to enter, the woman felt a little sullen.

Qing Yixuan looked at the bloodstains on the ground, and worried that this trip would be inconvenient, and the kindness would be hard to turn down, as long as he agreed, the woman's complexion would be better.

"The young master saved his sister, so he can be regarded as the benefactor of the Ling family. In Xia Lingyuan, I saw that the young master's conversation is extraordinary, and he doesn't look like a layman. I don't know the name of the young master." Ling Yuan said.

Qing Yixuan looked around briefly, although the Ling family's house was not resplendent, it was refined and elegant, such a big house, it can be seen that the Ling family's family property is not small, and said with a smile: "My humble Murong Jun, a person from the south of the Yangtze River."

Ling Yan hurried forward a few steps, talked to the maid in a soft voice, and soon a doctor came.

Two middle-aged men and women walked in, and seeing someone injured, the man asked in surprise, "Yuan'er, what's going on?"

"Father, my little sister and I were practicing martial arts outside today. I didn't expect an enemy to come here. Fortunately, this young master rescued me, otherwise..." Ling Yuan said.

"Hurry up, help this young master to sit down quickly. Judging from the injury, it should be serious. Who caused it?" Master Ling said worriedly.

Ling Yan's cheeks turned white and red, if Dad knew that he was fighting with strangers, he would be furious again, so he didn't dare to make a sound, instead he looked sideways at Qing Yixuan, his expression was not very good, but he didn't Expose her short.

"Yan'er, since he saved you, why don't you hurry up and help her to rest in the room." Ling's mother had a kind face and kind eyes, but there was a patriarchal majesty in her words.

Ling Yanbian pursed her lips, but still agreed, if she hadn't hurt him by mistake, she wouldn't have bowed her head to this kid!

Ling Yan sent several servants to help Qing Yixuan to a guest room, and the doctor took his pulse.

Chapter 235

That night Ling Yan fell ill, her feverish body was limp, she opened her eyes and looked carefully, Qing Yixuan had a handsome appearance, deep eyes, and eyelashes as fine as a small fan, although she was young, she had an indescribable Mature, although his chest was injured, he didn't cry out for pain, even when he was stabbed by her sword, he didn't frown.

Such a man had to make Ling Yan curious. His clothes were not bad, and the fabrics he used were even better. He seemed to see through Ling Yan's guilt, turned his head and smiled softly.

Ling Yan's cheeks flushed, and her eyes widened angrily in an instant, with an insignificant look, but she didn't let go of a word the doctor said.

"This wound was caused by a sword. Although it didn't penetrate deeply, it hurt the meridian. I'm afraid it will take half a month of rest to heal." The doctor stroked his beard and said.

(End of this chapter)