The cries of misery over there were intermittently accompanied by Lan Ling changing his tone: "Ah~ Ah— Ah! You all look so delighted, how about it, how about it? You must be especially grateful to , all right, all right, if you like it co again next ti~"
If the three people could spare the effort to look at Lan Ling now, their gazes could probably kill him ten thousand tis over.
I’ve seen shaless people, but never anyone this shaless!
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When Han Jing arrived at Yao Xiang Pavilion, Su Xingqiao’s wound had already been stitched up by An Chuxue, dicine applied and bandaged.
Yun Feng had soone prepare dicine for him, which had just been consud.
"Brother Qiao, are you alright?" Han Jing saw that his face was looking slightly better, but she was still a bit worried.
Actually, most of Su Xingqiao’s prior injuries had already been healed by Han Jing. Now with more dicine and Yun Feng’s pills, along with the huge bowl of herbal soup, he felt perfectly fine.
Being a military man, he was often injured, so a few wounds were truly nothing to him.
Seeing Han Jing worried, he hurriedly shook his head and said, "I’m fine now, really."
"Can you still enter the palace tonight? Perhaps you shouldn’t go?" Today is the Emperor’s birthday celebration, and Su Xingqiao is supposed to attend it and congratulate the Emperor, but now he’s severely injured, and it was to save her that he got hurt, Han Jing felt very guilty in her heart.
Su Xingqiao paused for a mont. He knew Han Jing was worried about him, so he nodded: "Then I won’t go. Anyway, it doesn’t matter much."
Whether he goes or not, it doesn’t make much difference. In all these years, he has never attended his father’s birthday banquet, with or without him, it doesn’t change anything.
"Mirror, what about He Yanxin? Absolutely shaless; if I see her, I’ll definitely ruin her face!" An Chuxue said furiously.
When stitching up Su Xingqiao’s wound just now, her hands were trembling; such serious injuries are too frightening! She could hardly imagine how Han Jing, being pregnant, managed to endure it in such a situation, where even Su Xingqiao got so heavily injured; just how dangerous was it for them at that ti!
And to think all of this was the doing of that shaless woman He Yanxin, making the usually good-tempered An Chuxue wish she could stab her to death!
Yun Feng ca over and patted the still agitated An Chuxue: "Xue’er, don’t worry anymore, He Yanxin definitely won’t have a good end!"
Honestly, if he hadn’t had to heal Su Xingqiao just now, he really wanted to go and see how He Yanxin was being dealt with! An Chuxue and Su Xingqiao didn’t have much cultivation, so they couldn’t hear the commotion in the adjacent courtyard, but he could hear it! But since after all it was Su Yu’s barrier, so he couldn’t hear everything precisely, he only heard that the cries over there were extrely miserable!
Ah, ah, ah, did he also hear Lan Ling’s voice?
Yun Feng suddenly widened his eyes, looking at Han Jing: "Little Jing’er, did Lan Ling co back with us?"
Han Jing pondered for a mont, then nodded: "Seems like there was soone, but I haven’t seen him yet, why?"
Yun Feng suddenly burst into laughter.
Han Jing and the others were startled by him, looking at him as if he were a madman, wondering what sort of fit he was having.
"He Yanxin is dood."
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