Zhao Anran was completely stunned when he heard this. Why was it completely different from what he thought?

Leng Yan also spoke at this time: "Junior Sister Zhao, why are you still crying? Is it so painful?" Zhao Anran also knew that she would not succeed today, and her knees were indeed very painful now.

So she nodded reluctantly. Leng Yan saw her nod and took out a porcelain bottle and handed it to the junior sister who was supporting Zhao Anran. The disciple immediately took it. Leng Yan said, "Remember to help Junior Sister Zhao apply this ointment."

The junior sisters behind him nodded. Leng Yan then said, "Alright, hurry back and copy your sect rules."

At this time, a junior sister came close to Leng Yan's ear and whispered, "Senior sister, do you want us to help you copy?" Leng Yan shook her head and refused.

After everyone left, Leng Yan, Qing Yu and the other two entered the yard. Gong Cang saw that Leng Yan seemed to be thinking about something. So he asked Leng Yan, "What are you thinking about?"

After hearing this, Leng Yan said directly: "I am thinking about confiscating the notebooks of the junior brothers and sisters in the sect."

After hearing this, the three of them realized that Leng Yan thought that the female disciple had read too many storybooks.

Qingyu smiled and asked Leng Yan: "What does Yan'er think about what happened just now?" Leng Yan said calmly: "She came here for you, not for me. You should deal with your own romantic affairs yourselves. It has nothing to do with me."

Looking at Leng Yan's indifferent eyes, Qingyuqi smiled. Leng Yan really didn't care.

Then Leng Yan warned, "If you don't like her, just reject her. Don't use those methods to plot against her."

Although the three of them were somewhat unhappy that Leng Yan didn't allow them to plot against Zhao Anran, they nodded and agreed after seeing Leng Yan's warning look.

Then Leng Yan asked, "Which room do I live in?" Qingyu pointed to a room, and Leng Yan walked in, closed the door, and began to copy the sect rules.

As soon as Leng Yan closed the door, Qingyu's face in the courtyard darkened. He looked at the hands that had just helped Zhao Anran with disgust. After he helped Zhao Anran up, Qingyu kept pinching the Qingchen Jue in his hands.

But even so, he still felt the scent of Zhao Anran on his hands. He even felt that the outer robe touched by Zhao Anran's sleeve was stained with her scent. It was extremely uncomfortable. Han Qing and Gong Cang watched him gloatingly as he continued to practice the Qingchen Jue.