My Wife Is Demon Sect Leader

My Wife Is Demon Sect Leader Chapter 7

2022-01-09

Chapter 7 Tan Yun's Script in the Night

In the Aiding World Hall, a light and pleasant voice came out.

"Zhang San next door is in a terrible situation and has nothing to eat."

Tan Yun held a feather duster, hummed a little song in his mouth, and happily cleaned the dust on the counter : "This kind of situation is to blame, just because of laziness and fun."

"Tan Yun, Tan Yun, you are really getting more and more diligent."

Tan Yun Put down the feather duster, then looked at the couplet on the wall, and said quietly: "This word is so-so, it's still eye-catching"

"Can you understand?"

It's here At that time, a voice sounded behind him.

Tan Yun was startled, turned around and saw that it was An Jing, and immediately patted his chest and said, "Master, you scared me!"

"This is my pride. Work."

An Jing looked towards the wall and said slowly.

I hope there is no suffering in the world, I would rather put medicine on the shelf.

This couplet is written in cursive, and is rarely understood. The old scholar who came last month didn't even recognize the words written.

Tan Yun joined Demon Sect since she was a child. As for martial arts, she was taught by Demon Sect senior. It was easy for her to kill a few people. As for words, she only knew Demon Sect. Two words, where can you recognize the complicated cursive in front of you?

As for becoming the maid of the Sect Lord, it was also temporarily dispatched by the Human Sect Sect Master. Zhao Qingmei's personal maid is the Vermilion Bird seat.

No, if this little doctor knows If he is illiterate, he might laugh at me.

Tan Yun laughed dryly and said with a serious face: "Uncle, my family's lady is from a famous family. It's been many years, and it's not a big thing to know these words."

"Awesome!"

An Jing gave a thumbs up, but said with emotion: worthy of being born in a famous family , even a maid is so talented, one has to sigh, "a talented maid like you."

"Uncle, Miss has already prepared the meal, let's eat quickly."

Before An Jing could finish her words, she was interrupted by dancing Tan Yun: "Miss has been busy from morning till now, don't let her down."

"Really? I'll go take a look now, this bunch of candied fruit sticks is for you."

An Jing was also full of expectations, and walked quickly towards the back hall.

Watching An Jing leave, Tan Yun was slightly relaxed, "Almost, my fame was ruined."

An Jing and Tan Yun sat at the table eagerly Beside him, Zhao Qingmei brought up plates of delicious food after a while.

The dishes are stir-fried chives, spring bamboo shoots, Red Braised Pork, sweet and sour carp, and braised tofu.

"Ma'am, that's enough, let's sit down and eat."

An Jing's throat throbbed as she looked at the dishes on the table.

“There is also a soup with pork ribs and winter melon.”

Zhao Qingmei finally filled a pot of pork ribs soup with freshly sprinkled chives on top, which was fragrant.

"Uncle, I'll pour you a drink."

Tan Yun quickly picked up the jug beside him and poured a small glass for An Jing obediently.

An Jing drank the sake in a single sip, feeling a sense of satisfaction.

A month ago, he was alone, didn't expect to have such a virtuous, gentle and beautiful wife in the family 1 month later.

"Husband, you can try it."

Zhao Qingmei picked up a piece of Red Braised Pork and put it in the An Jing bowl, "It has been stewed for more than an hour, it should be delicious."

"Delicious, melts in the mouth, fat but not greasy."

An Jing took a bite of Red Braised Pork, didn't expect Zhao Qingmei to cook so well eat.

Seeing An Jing's contented expression, Zhao Qingmei's heart is also full of happiness.

"Husband, I have something I want to discuss with you."

"Whatever, you can say anything."

"You are the only one in this clinic. A doctor is always busy, and if you encounter some female patients, it will be somewhat troublesome, it is better to let Tan Yun learn some medical skills behind you in the future, so as to share the burden on you." Zhao Qingmei slowly said.

Tan Yun, who was gorge oneself, raised his head and looked at Zhao Qingmei blankly.

Sect Lord, why haven't you discussed this with me before?

An Jing chuckled, "Since Madam said so, it's okay. Tan Yun is smart, smart, and has a lot of knowledge. She must be a good seedling to study medicine, as long as she is willing."

"She definitely would." Zhao Qingmei smiled slightly and looked towards Tan Yun.

"Little Tan Yun is willing."

Tan Yun showed a uglier smile than crying, and then said: "Uncle, I just got married and you are busy, why don't you? I'll talk about it after half a month."

"Alright."

An Jing thought for a while and replied.

Zhao Qingmei is satisfied with the nodded. With Tan Yun here, An Jing can stay away from those many enchanting females, and he also has an extra pair of eyes.

After eating and drinking, the task of cleaning the dishes naturally fell to Tan Yun.

The waning moon hangs high, and the moon stars are rare.

"Husband ~!"

Zhao Qingmei's voice is nice and slurred.

Then grabbed An Jing and got into the room.

An Jing only felt a warmth sticking up, and it started to burn on his body. Looking at such a beautiful face in his arms, how could he not understand?

The night is silent.

In Chunfeng Lane.

"This is where, I can still drink, come, have a few more drinks."

This Zhou Xianming is no other than the storyteller in the teahouse.

Since ancient times, literati have been quite romantic. He normally has nothing to do, except to earn some money by storytelling in the teahouse, he is nostalgic for being romantic and happy in various flower buildings.

"Clang Dang!"

Zhou Xianming kicked open the door of his own courtyard and just stepped into his house.

"Don't move!"

Suddenly, a bright and dazzling blade lay in front of his neck, as long as he took one more step forward, the blade would directly cut him Cut the head.

Zhou Xianming was sober in an instant, cold sweat poured out.

"Please forgive me."

"Let's talk about it first."

Zhou Xianming swallowed saliva and said, he didn't dare to shout, so he had to approach inside the house.

Inside the house was a figure dressed in black clothed, holding a dazzling blade in his hand, standing straight by the table.

Although Zhou Xianming is a storyteller, he is a talented scholar with no power. Seeing this scene at this moment, his body has long been slumped to the ground, and he cried: "Hero, spare your life. Ah, hero, I'm just a poor scholar"

"Scholar is right."

The black clothed person's voice was hoarse, dry, and very unpleasant.

"Scholar?"

Zhou Xianming was stunned for a moment, a little unclear. So, are they picking people now?

"You know this book, right?" The black clothed person took out a book.

"I know, this is the Yan Country school children's enlightenment book." Zhou Xianming picked up the book on the ground, obediently and honestly.

“Teach me,” said the black clothed person.

"Huh!?"

Zhou Xianming thought he had heard it wrong, but this man asked him to teach the school children enlightenment books.

Is this a different kind of test?

"I said, teach me from the simplest word above." black clothed person coldly said.

"Okay, okay." Zhou Xianming said quickly: "As long as the hero doesn't kill Zhou, Zhou's seven-foot body can be driven."

Then, Zhou Xianming lit the candle , opened the book of enlightenment.

Under the faint candlelight, Zhou Xianming began to educate the black clothed person.

"Let's start with the simplest number of columns. The word is 'one'."

"I see."

"The word is 'Two'."

"Continue."

"The word is 'three'."

"It seems that it is not difficult to read, I have already I know how 'four' is written."

The black clothed person chuckled, with a bit of pride in his words.

(end of this chapter)