Happy Marriage

The market was full of traffic, and Uncle Leng drove the carriage slowly all the way.

An Sheng lifted the curtain of the car and warned, "Master has been drinking, I'm afraid it will be uncomfortable, and I can't stand the bumps, so I walk slowly, don't worry."

Uncle Leng nodded: "Miss An Sheng, don't worry, I will drive the car steadily."

An Sheng sat back and looked at Leng Nanxian with a slight resentment: "Brother Guan is a battle-hardened veteran who soaks in the wine jar every day, what are you trying to do with him, he drinks you too, so can't you just let it go? ?"

Leng Nanxian shook his head solemnly: "No, absolutely can't show weakness and lose to him."

An Sheng couldn't hold back his face and smiled: "What kind of hero is at the wine table?"

Outside the car window, the orange light slanted in, reflected on An Sheng's face, jumping back and forth, making her annoyed and happy, her brows and eyes became extraordinarily vivid.

Leng Nanxian's eyes were blurred, and under the cover of the night, he greedily read the lively color on An Sheng's face, and said meaningfully: "Of course I want to beat him. I had to win the last duel, and this time I couldn't. lose."

An Sheng just thought that he was drunk and nonsense for a while, and snorted softly: "You are fighting in secret, but Brother Guan is in awe of you from the bottom of his heart."

"What did your sister say to you just now?" Leng Nanxian suddenly changed the subject.

An Sheng suddenly panicked in his heart, and covered up: "It's nothing, it's just casual chatting."

"Really?" Leng Nanxian stared at her eyes, leaned forward, the smell of wine became stronger and stronger, and his tone was full of doubts.

An Sheng suddenly became a little flustered and at a loss: "You, don't you always have long ears? How can you still ask me?"

"Because, I want to hear you tell me." Leng Nanxian didn't intend to let An Sheng go easily, he was serious and his tone became solemn.

Leng Nanxian's words made An Sheng feel guilty. Did he hear it or not?

"Sister just doesn't worry about me alone"

"So, I want you to get married sooner, right?"

"I refused!" An Sheng denied it.

Leng Nanxian suddenly laughed lightly: "Do you want you to marry Guan Hetian?"

An Sheng raised his head abruptly with a look of disbelief. How could he hear the distance between the two of them, and the voices of his sister and himself were kept so low?

"You, how do you know?"

"That's it, Guan Hetian likes you?"

As if Leng Nanxian had caught Leng Nanxian by doing something wrong, An Sheng lowered his head, bit his lower lip tightly, rubbed the corner of his clothes with his fingertips, and whispered, "It must be my sister who misunderstood."

Leng Nanxian smiled: "I think so too, who is ugly and stupid like you, who would like it? Then Guan Hetian's taste should not be so bad."

An Sheng was belittled again, almost jumped up in dissatisfaction, and told Leng Nanxian righteously: Guan Hetian may not necessarily like himself.

"What if he really likes it? I'm ugly and stupid like this, and it's hard to meet someone with a bad look. Should I get married right away?" An Sheng asked angrily.

"You dare!" Leng Nanxian blurted out, with great momentum, a strong smell of alcohol came directly to his face.

An Sheng raised his face, somewhat inexplicable: "Why don't you dare?"

Leng Nanxian was also aware of his gaffe. He was too domineering, so he coughed uncomfortably: "Because I'm your master, and I haven't nodded, how can you marry someone privately? There's no master to check, if you know someone I don't know what to do? After you have managed to raise you well, you can't be abducted easily?"

An Sheng felt a little moved for a while, and felt that although Leng Nanxian was often aggressive to himself, he really took her Xia Ansheng in his heart. Even his father didn't bother to ask about his own life-long affairs, but he was so concerned.

"I'm just joking," An Sheng muttered in a low voice, "I don't think Big Brother Guan is suitable for me."

Leng Nanxian also nodded solemnly: "Guan Hetian is righteous, Bo Yuntian, upright and bright, worthy of friendship, but not suitable for husband-in-law."

"Why?" An Sheng asked strangely.

"Because he put all his brothers in his heart, there is no place for you at all. My Ansheng, in the future, I must marry a man who is wholehearted and has only her in his heart, and can no longer hold a grain of sand or a drop of water."

Leng Nanxian's voice is getting lower and lower, and a pair of blurred eyes are shining brightly, reflecting the lights outside the car window, and the stars are like a deep and mysterious night sky.

"Master, you seem to be drunk."

Leng Nanxian leaned on the carriage, holding his forehead and knees with his hands, and his eyes fell heavily: "Master is telling the truth, my Ansheng deserves someone who treats her better."

His breathing was shallow, and he gradually began to fall into a hazy drowsiness.

In an instant, the hustle and bustle outside the car window and the rumbling of vehicles gradually became silent, and the inside of the carriage was silent.

An Sheng's fingertips lifted the curtain on the car window, letting the lights from the street flow in, which reflected on Leng Nanxian's face.

This is the first time An Sheng has looked at him unscrupulously, with slender eyebrows, thick eyelashes, a handsome nose bridge, tight lips, and eyebrows and eyes like those carved by a craftsman with ingenious craftsmanship. Every line is smooth and gentle, every measure is just right, and there is no single fault.

He fell asleep on the back of the drink, and a strand of ink hung down from his forehead and landed on the wing of his nose, gently flicking with his shallow and well-proportioned breathing.

An Sheng raised his hand involuntarily, quietly picked up the lock of hair with his fingertips, and pulled it behind his ear.

Leng Nanxian's cheeks were a little hot because of drinking, and An Sheng's fingertips slid gently over his cheeks, paused for a moment in nostalgia, and then fled away in panic.

A heart, like a deer bumping, An Sheng touched his somewhat hot face and was confused for a while.

He is my master, master, master!

An Sheng emphasized comforting himself again and again, and patted his cheek, which was also burning, a little annoyed.

The carriage slowly stopped, and Uncle Leng greeted An Sheng: "Miss An Sheng, the mansion is here."

"Ah? It's here?" An Sheng turned his face and glanced out the window, and it was exactly that he had arrived at the Xia Mansion.

She glanced at Leng Nanxian again, and said softly, as if speaking to herself, "Master, thank you for being so devoted to An Sheng's life-long affairs. Don't worry, An Sheng will get married in the future, and he will definitely let you see it."

She packed up her mood, got out of the car, and told Uncle Leng: "Master has been drinking too much and has fallen asleep. You must be steady on your way back."

Uncle Leng nodded: "Don't worry, Miss An Sheng, I will take good care of your son."

An Sheng turned around and warned anxiously, "Don't forget to tell Qianzhou to help Master prepare tea and add some honey, you will be thirsty in the middle of the night."

Leng Bofu complied again, and she reluctantly entered the mansion gate.

In the carriage, Leng Nanxian slowly opened a pair of bright eyes, reached out to touch his face, and slowly hooked his lips: "Uncle Leng, go home."

On the days when Leng Nanxian was sitting in the hall, the medicine house was always very busy.

An Sheng is now familiar with many things, and Leng Nanxian also lets her do it.

Like a swallow, she was busy shuttling among the patients who came to seek medical treatment. She smiled sweetly, and was attentive and serious.

A patient who came for a follow-up consultation knew her and greeted her warmly and intimately.

Sister Feng brought a dustpan of peanuts, and sat at the door of the kitchen to peel them, preparing to cook two pork knuckles with peanuts at noon.

Qianzhou leaned in front of her, winked in front of her and whispered, "It's strange to have a patient over there."

"What's wrong?" Sister Feng didn't raise her head.

"It's okay to cover your face tightly. It's not as anxious as others. I've been sitting there for a long time, and my eyes have been rolling around."

"Really?" Sister Feng said absentmindedly, raised her face, and glanced in the direction Qianzhou pointed, "Where?"

"It's definitely weird that the old lady in patched clothes is always staring at Miss An Sheng."

Sister Feng stretched her neck and looked around, and she really saw a man dressed as a poor woman, tightly covering his face with a turban, only showing two eyes, and looking at An Sheng recklessly. Watching An Sheng's every move.

"Xu Shi has something to hide." Sister Feng guessed, "I'm afraid that I will meet someone I know here and I will be embarrassed to speak, so I want to wait for the outsiders to disperse before coming in."

Qianzhou shook his head solemnly: "I saw her chatting with others very warmly, and she specifically inquired about Miss An Sheng, but she was like a deliberate human trafficker."

Sister-in-law Feng smiled, but she didn't take it seriously: "There were still people asking about you yesterday."

Qianzhou looked complacent: "Can it be the same? Yesterday, he asked me about it, and it was to match me."

"No shame, no shame!" Sister Feng teased with a smile: "You just start thinking about a wife from a little kid?"

"What's so shy when a man is married and a woman is married?" Qian Zhou smiled nonchalantly, and stabbed Mrs. Feng with his elbow: "I was looking at her so weird, I'm afraid she's making a bad idea, how much do you think? Be careful."

Sister Feng nodded: "Don't worry, who dares to be wild in our Yaolu, I can't stop twisting his neck? Go to work, don't be lazy, and leave it all to An Sheng."

Qianzhou pouted: "Miss An Sheng's work has all caught your eyes and the young master. I'm so tired all day long that my skin peels off, and I don't see you feeling distressed."

One side whispered, and one side went to work.

Sister Feng scolded "be careful", smiled and lowered her head to continue peeling peanuts. The strange woman approached slowly and struck up a conversation.

"How about peeling peanuts?"

Sister Feng raised her face, glanced at the woman, and nodded, "Is it your turn yet?"

The woman squatted down and said, "It doesn't matter if I'm sick, it's okay to delay for a while, and hold on to those who are seriously ill first."

Sister Feng nodded, lowered her head and continued to work.

The woman has nothing to say: "Is it so busy on weekdays? It looks very hard."

Sister Feng also spoke one after another: "When my son is sitting in the hall, there is an endless stream of patients."

The woman reached out and grabbed a handful of peanuts, and also helped.

Sister Feng was stunned for a moment, and looked up at the woman with a strange look.