Flower Qingcheng, a female special agent from Huaguo in the 22nd century, accidentally fell into the sea while on a mission. When she woke up, Flower Qingcheng found that she had transmigrated, and...
In the west wing of the Hua family's old house, it was already lunchtime when Han Yichen got up. When he saw the warm food Situ Ye had placed on the table, his cold heart warmed slightly.
Although the woman abandoned him in Xuanyi Valley after giving birth, she at least didn't mistreat him materially. The elders of Xuanyi Valley also loved him dearly, teaching him to read and write, identify herbs, and learn medicine from a young age. He was incredibly talented, and by the age of fifteen, he had already achieved considerable success in medicine.
From childhood to adulthood, he had seen that woman no more than ten times. Through repeated disappointments, he had gone from yearning for a mother's love to wanting to simply ignore her. He had thought he'd forgotten about it, but last night, when he'd felt the woman's murderous intent, his heart ached. It turned out he'd never truly let go. Perhaps it was because he'd cared too much that his heart had become numb to the pain.
Looking back on his seventeen years, Han Yichen felt strangely like a joke. Contemplating death, he remembered the words of the black-clad figure who had saved him the previous night: "My fate is in my own hands, not in the hands of God." Just as he was lost, Hua Qingcheng arrived. The woman who had once been his wife in name only, but whom he had somehow come to truly love. It was her tenderness and love that gradually warmed his damp heart.
After waking up from her nap, Hua Qingcheng returned to Han Yichen's room, relieved to see that he had calmed down. If he were ever willing to share his feelings, she would certainly listen attentively. But if he didn't want to talk yet, she wouldn't force him. After all, he must have been incredibly hurt to feel as desperate as he did last night. If his heartbreak hadn't healed, she wouldn't deliberately expose his scars.
In the afternoon, Yu Qingyou returned the vegetable baskets to the Hua family's old residence as usual. Meanwhile, in Baishui Town, in Fengmanlou's inner study, Yang Kaitai was looking through the restaurant's recent account books. He was surprised to discover that since ordering vegetables from Hua Qingcheng's family, the restaurant's revenue had increased by at least 30%.
It seems that my impulsive action was not wrong. Although there was some selfish motive in it, the appearance and taste of the vegetables were indeed very good. Judging from the customer return rate and the restaurant's revenue, it was a very correct decision.
But what made him happiest wasn't the restaurant's booming business, but the fact that County Magistrate Xiao Yanlan had come to the Yang family ten days ago to cancel their engagement. Although his mother and father were displeased, they didn't dare say anything, considering he was the County Magistrate. Although he didn't know why she suddenly wanted to break off the engagement, the reason given was simply that they were incompatible, Yang Xiaopang, having successfully broken off his engagement with Xiao Lengyu, was so overjoyed that he couldn't sleep for three days and three nights.
Yang Kaitai only knew that he hadn't seen Xiao Lengyu in Fufeng County since the breakup. Furthermore, the day after the breakup, he heard that the county magistrate's legitimate husband, Yang Wenqing, had been divorced and sent back to his father's home. Because he was too old to be a prostitute, he was forced to pay a fine. Yang Xiaopang paid the fine, after all, since breaking off the engagement with Xiao Lengyu meant a small loss for him.
Xiao Lengyu, who had always been disliked by Yang Kaitai, was greatly disappointed when his mother, the county magistrate, found out that the daughter she had doted on for eighteen years was actually a son. She was even more furious with her husband Yang Wenqing.
For years, Xiao Yanlan diligently pursued numerous concubines and maids in her backyard, but to no avail. This was largely due to her husband, Yang Wenqing. However, she had tolerated his behavior because he had given her a daughter. But now, reality had harshly slapped her in the face. After breaking off her engagement with the Yang family, Xiao Yanlan divorced Yang Wenqing and took in a host of concubines and maids, intending to continue practicing her trumpet.
As for Xiao Lengyu himself, when his mother was still racking her brains and hadn't figured out what to do with him, he had already run away from home on his own, leaving this place that left him speechless and heartbroken.
Xiao Lengyu, now dressed in men's clothing, had finally decided to travel the world after staying in the inn for ten days. He had already reached the outskirts of Fufeng County and was sitting under a large tree, taking a nap with his eyes closed.
Suddenly, Xiao Lengyu felt a bit of a choking sensation in his neck. He opened his eyes and was nearly frightened out of his wits. It turned out to be a brown diamond-shaped python, coiling around him and climbing up the tree. He was immediately startled and all his sleepiness disappeared.
"Tianbao, come here quickly!"
Then Xiao Lengyu heard a weak and feeble woman's voice, and then he saw the python that had almost scared him half to death just now swimming down from the tree again, shaking its head and tail towards the woman beside a big tree not far away.
"Puff~"
Sitting under the tree, Han Shuying spat out a mouthful of blood. She hadn't expected to encounter a master last night. Although Han Shuying was good at medicine, her martial arts skills were mediocre. In front of a master of absolute strength, she could only be crushed.
Han Shuying had been busy traveling outside for years, rarely returning to Xuanyi Valley. Recently, the old guard in the valley had sent pigeons to urge her to return, saying that the young master had been away for two years and asking when he would be back. Originally, she just wanted to find Han Yichen, but for some reason, every mention of that man made her lose control of her emotions. Last night, she even killed him with her own hands.
"Hey, are you okay?"
While Han Shuying was lost in thought, Xiao Lengyu had already arrived in front of her. Seeing the beautiful woman in crimson spitting blood, Xiao Lengyu couldn't help but ask a question.
Although Xiao Lengyu used to enjoy looking at beautiful women, it was probably more because he thought he had a fetish for phoenixes and a terminal illness, and he thought he was beyond help, so he just wanted to enjoy the moment and look as much as he could. Now that he knew the truth, Xiao Lengyu could face beautiful women calmly and calmly. Moreover, his heart had long been fascinated by Hua Qingcheng, so he would not be easily tempted again.
"I can't die!"
Han Shuying, who was sitting on the ground, looked up at the young man in front of her. He was about the same age as her son, who was destined to be incompatible with her.
"Running away from home?"
After he finished speaking, he sat aside in a daze again. Han Shuying couldn't help but feel a little curious.
"hehe……"
"I have no home."
Xiao Lengyu laughed at himself.
Seeing this tall and strong man with thick eyebrows and big eyes, who did not have any of the handsomeness of the Laifeng men, and whose face was full of sadness, Han Shuying rarely showed a bit of patience.
"Can you tell me?"
The word "home" is just a distant word to Han Shuying, who cannot get the love she wants.
When Han Shuying heard about Xiao Lengyu's experience, her expression did not change at all. She even felt that her father had no choice but to do so in order to keep the person he loved.
"We in Xuanyi Valley are still short of a few apprentices to do odd jobs. If you don't know where to go, why not come back with me?"
Her son, who was destined to be incompatible with her, might not want to go back, but at least she could bring back a medicine boy who could deal with the old guys in Xuanyi Valley.
So, Xiao Lengyu, who was at a loss, finally followed Han Shuying and the big snake to Xuanyi Valley.