Space Spirit Spring: Farmhouse Qiao Jun’s Wife

   Ji Fengyun properly expressed his concern for the farce just now, and after hearing Su Haitang's few words, a pair of sword eyebrows that flew diagonally into the temples raised.

   "The civet cat for the prince? It's like a legendary novel. Sister Mingzhu, an adventure like yours is not something that ordinary people can have."

   Hearing his meaningful tone, Su Haitang's heart skipped a beat, thinking that her adventures did not end there!

  He Anbang saw that the Sun Goddess was reluctant, so he took over the conversation and asked Ji Fengyun about his life on the mountain these years.

   "Bitterness!"

   Ji Fengyun's temperament has changed suddenly, and he has suffered a lot!

   "Grandpa He, you don't know, my master is not human!"

"He still doesn't treat me like a human! He gets up before dawn to practice the exercises, and the chickens haven't even crowed yet! Then he has to meditate, recite the scriptures, sweep the floor, chop wood, cook, wash dishes, and wash clothes, learn Chinese, mathematics, politics, geography, history, law, foreign languages, and eight subjects. A foreign language!"

   "A Taoist priest, why do you learn so many foreign languages! He is sent to preach abroad and rule the world?"

   "I also need to learn calligraphy, French painting, musical instruments and all kinds of kung fu! Do you know how many musical instruments I have learned? Guqin, pipa, shengxiao, flute, suona, huqin, yangqin, gongs, drums, cymbals, and cymbals. I can learn everything! I can also sing! I can also sew clothes!"

   Ji Fengyun complained in one breath, like a cross talk, making Su Haitang laugh and fall on the back of the chair.

   "Oh? Sing it twice." He Anbang asked with interest.

   Ji Fengyun twitched, and his fair face actually flushed slightly.

   "Isn't it good? Save me some face in front of Sister Mingzhu?"

  Su Haitang laughed softly and asked him to sing.

   "Next time, we're here." Ji Fengyun slipped out of the corner of his eyes at the familiar scenery outside the window, heaved a sigh of relief, and finally escaped.

   He just escaped from Master's clutches, but he has to spend a few days unfettered and free, and he will never sing that **** again!

  Su Haitang hurriedly sorted out her expressions, secretly muttering that this little Taoist priest who asked for a "medicine" for her grandfather was not reliable. Grandpa is so sick that he needs to ask for foreign aid, and he also talks and laughs so vigorously, his heart is really big!

   The group was silent, and went through several checkpoints in a roundabout way. After strictly washing their hands and disinfecting, they put on a full set of disinfection and protective clothing and entered the ward.

   Along the way, Su Haitang's heart has grown higher and higher after seeing the strict defense measures beyond imagination.

   What kind of treatment does this have? If something goes wrong with her, can grandpa save her?

   "Don't be nervous, you are our guest."

   Ji Fengyun returned to his previous state of being like a dog, as if the second-hand guy in the car just now had nothing to do with him.

  Su Haitang nodded gratefully at him, trying to squeeze out a smile, but failed.

  He Anbang took her hand directly in, the old man's steady posture was like a big tree sheltering from the wind and rain, giving her a feeling of peace of mind.

   "Uncle He."

   A lady who was also fully armed stood up, her eyes were red and her eyes were bright.

   "Swallow, let me see the old chief. This is my granddaughter Pearl who just came home."

   He Anbang briefly introduced his granddaughter and turned around to gesture to Su Haitang. "Call auntie."

  Su Haitang called out obediently, smiled politely at the young and beautiful aunt, and turned to look at the sleeping patient on the hospital bed.

   The sleeping lion.

   A line of words flashed in Su Haitang's mind, and then he looked down, looking at the oxygen mask on his nose and mouth, rubbing his fingers in embarrassment.

   Even if she wants to save people and her mouth is blocked, how can she feed the spiritual spring water?

   "What did my sister see?"

   Ji Fengyun has been paying attention to her reaction. Seeing that she seems to have something to gain, he asks softly.

  Su Haitang pursed her lips, not daring to open her mouth at will.

   "Good boy, you can just say it! We accept your love!"

  Yan Jingyuan eagerly grabbed her hand and pleaded sincerely.

   "Can I get closer and take a look?" Su Haitang was forced to climb up to Liangshan, met Grandpa's encouraging gaze, and said daringly.

   A dead horse is a living horse doctor!