My Wife Is Demon Sect Leader

My Wife Is Demon Sect Leader Chapter 25

2022-01-09

Chapter 25 bloody nose and swollen face Zhou Xianming

"I'm back."

"Back? The hot water is ready."

An Jing felt a little strange, Zhao Qingmei always greeted him warmly every time he came back from a doctor's visit, but today he just replied casually.

"Madam, I'm back."

An Jing walked to Zhao Qingmei with a smile, "It's really hard to mend your clothes so late."

"This shirt is torn, so it's better to replace it with a new one."

"Why does the lady still need to sew it?"

"The weather is about to get cold, and there is no shortage of Qi'er Street in the south of the city. Few people can't wear clothes."

"so that's how it is."

An Jing nodded, he found that something was wrong with Zhao Qingmei

"Madam, what's wrong with you? Is there anything unhappy about it?"

Zhao Qingmei put down her clothes and raised her head, said with a smile: "No, Husband Let's take a shower, the smell of rouge is too strong."

Although she was still smiling, it made people feel a little distressed. .

An Jing laughed twice with a guilty conscience, and suddenly shouted inwardly, she forgot about it.

“Madam.”

“Go.”

Zhao Qingmei continued to bow his head, and then sewed the light to mend his clothes.

After An Jing had finished taking a shower, Zhao Qingmei was already lying on the bed with her eyes closed, as if she had fallen asleep.

An Jing cautiously lay beside her, for fear of waking her up.

Soon, even breathing sounded gradually.

Zhao Qingmei gently opened his two eyes and looked at the man lying in front of him.

Even though An Jing was stunned, he felt that his wife was angry at this time.

Although she was still cooking porridge and drying herbs as always, she still talked to An Jing with a bit of tenderness in her words.

This makes An Jing quite distressed.

It is estimated that I was discovered by my wife when I went to the painting boat. How should I explain it?

Don't tell me I didn't steal it?

Would you believe it?

An Jing leaned against the door and kept stroking the little black boy with her palms.

“Tan Yun, what are you doing, Madam?”

“I went to the south of the city to donate clothes early in the morning.”

“Tan Yun, I Where did the tuckahoe go?"

"Uncle, what are you doing with the tuckahoe?"

"It's okay, just ask."

"Tan Yun ."

"What's the matter?"

"It's okay."

"Your lady is angry, what does it look like?"

"I don't know."

Tan Yun seemed to have thought of something, and his body shook.

As time goes by, people come to pick up the medicine from time to time, and An Jing is also busy.

It was noon in the blink of an eye.

"After you go back, remember not to eat spicy food again. The diet should be light. This medicine is boiled for one hour, once in the morning and once in the evening. After ten days, you can come back and I will show you." An Jing Packing the herbs in kraft paper, he instructed:

“many thanks to Doctor Xiao An.”

The woman took the herbs and thanked them repeatedly before leaving slowly.

"It's raining, why hasn't Madam come back."

An Jing walked to the door and frowned.

At this time, the drizzle was like silk, dripping on the ground, and the Yu Prefecture River was hazy.

Zhao Qingmei went out early in the morning, and it has been almost two hours since she went out alone. She has not been out alone for so long and has not come back.

"I don't know either."

Tan Yun also stuck out his small head and glanced outside the house.

"You look at the pharmacy, I'll go out and look for it."

An Jing's heart sank, and she picked up the oil-paper umbrella on the shelf and walked outside.

"Where are you going?"

At this moment, Zhao Qingmei came in from a distance with a vegetable basket.

An Jing saw Zhao Qingmei and said, "I see you haven't come back for more than two hours."

"Husband, don't worry."

Zhao Qingmei covered his mouth lightly said with a smile: "You're still afraid that something will happen to me, I'll be fine."

"Of course I'm afraid."

"Miss , you're back."

Tan Yun quickly stepped forward and took the vegetable basket, then saw the blank paper in Zhao Qingmei's hand, and asked, "What are you holding in your hand?"

"It was distributed on the notice board, it seems that Canal Gang's expert is going to challenge that mysterious swordsman."

Zhao Qingmei picked up the white paper and handed it to Tan Yun, said with a smile: "I thought the drawing was very interesting, so I took it back."

"Miss, show me."

Tan Yun took the white paper, and then Laughing out loud, "Canal Gang's people actually used this method to challenge the peerless swordsman."

"Yes, it's very interesting."

"I think in the future everyone will not Said that this swordsman is a peerless swordsman, it should be called a pig-headed swordsman."

"hahahahaha."

"Anything, I will look at it."

An Jing Seeing the two of them talking and laughing, they also turned their heads.

"Tan Yun, you and I go to cook."

Zhao Qingmei saw An Jing approaching, and handed the paper slip in his hand to An Jing, looking towards The stove is gone.

"Yes."

Tan Yun stuck out his tongue at An Jing and followed.

An Jing picked up the white paper on the table and took a look.

It turned out that the people from the Canal Gang wanted to challenge themselves and searched for their whereabouts everywhere. Their words were mean and provocative.

Thinking that these papers have spread all over the city of Yu Prefecture, and their purpose is to force themselves to appear.

"Too low-level."

An Jing looked at the blank paper in his hand and shook the head, this kind of aggressive method can only be dealt with some fledgling boys.

Speaking, he crumpled the paper sheet in his hand and threw it into the trash.

"Doctor Xiao An."

At this moment, a man wrapped in a stern body sneaked in.

An Jing looked at the man and wondered: "Who are you?"

"I am Zhou Xianming."

The man revealed He wrapped a hat around himself, and there was a hint of crying in his voice.

Looking at Zhou Xianming in front of him, An Jing was stunned.

I saw his bloody nose and swollen face, his face was like a pig's head, as if it was a different person, even if An Jing recognized Zhou Xianming, he still couldn't recognize who he was from this outline, This shows the seriousness of the injury.

"What's wrong with you?" An Jing swallowed saliva and said.

"I don't know. When I came out early in the morning, I was trapped in a sack, and then the fist greeted my head like howling wind and torrential rain. I passed out, and when I woke up, it was like this."

Zhou Xianming said, with tears in his eyes, "Doctor Xiao An, it hurts me so much. Wu wu wu ."

Without Zhou Xianming's words, An Jing knew from the look of him that the fight would definitely hurt.

Who is so crazy! ?

It seems that he has a lot of grudges with Zhou Xianming.

"Doctor Xiao An, you said that I have provoked someone recently. Why does God treat me so unfairly."

The more Zhou Xianming said, the more sour his heart became. Thinking of the recent unhappy life, the cry became even louder.

"Don't cry."

An Jing patted Zhou Xianming's shoulder and sighed helplessly.

Logically speaking, who would have a hard time with him, a poor scholar?

It must be this old fellow who has provoked who, is it related to the person in the rivers and lakes last night?

"Who is it!?"

Zhao Qingmei came out of the backyard after hearing the cry.

(end of this chapter)