"Qingcheng, you are finally back!"
Around 3 p.m., Situ Ye, holding Hua Qingcheng's hand, had just stepped into the main hall of Xuanbao Pavilion. Feng Lingyan, who was sitting at the top, shouted excitedly and tried to struggle to get up. Seeing this, Si Chengfeng and Yu Xiaotian on the side quickly helped him sit down.
"I'm sorry, Dad, for making you worry!"
Although blindfolded, Hua Qingcheng could still imagine Feng Lingyan's anxious look. It had to be said that this biological father, Feng Lingyan, was just as kind to her as her father, Ye Maochun.
"Qingqing, your eyes..."
Seeing Hua Qingcheng blindfolded and being led away by Situ Ye, Mu Lige hurried forward, raised his hand and gently stroked the eyes of his young wife through the cloth, feeling extremely distressed.
"Wife/Qingcheng, what's wrong with your eyes?" Yu Xiaotian and Si Chengfeng, who were originally guarding Feng Lingyan, also stepped forward and asked with concern.
“Cough cough cough…”
"Brother Li, Xiaotian, Afeng, I'm fine. I just stayed in the snow for too long, which caused my eyes to feel a little uncomfortable. I'll be fine after a rest." Hua Qingcheng held Mu Lige's hand, feeling guilty.
Her doctor Lang Mulige was very smart, and it would be difficult for her to deceive him with her lies, but at least she couldn't tell the truth now, otherwise how would Situ Ye, who had carried her all the way, feel?
"Yeah, I'm glad you're okay."
Although he didn't know what this young wife was hiding from him, the clever Mu Lige didn't expose her. After all, in Mu Lige's heart, Hua Qingcheng's safety was above all else. As long as she could return safely, nothing else mattered.
"Qingqing, come and sit here." Mu Lige took Hua Qingcheng's hand and let her sit next to Feng Lingyan.
"Qingcheng, how did you spend this day and night on the snowy mountain?" Feng Lingyan's slightly choked words of concern made Hua Qingcheng feel even more guilty.
After all, she was in the space villa, eating well, drinking well, and having a good sleep, and she was in good spirits. However, her father and the other husbands looked a little haggard because of her. I'm afraid they didn't have an easy day and night...
"Dad, Qingqing just came back. She must be hungry, tired and sleepy. Why don't you let her rest for a while? Besides, Dad hasn't eaten, drunk or slept since yesterday noon. You should also go and eat something and have a good rest."
The considerate Mu Lige quickly changed the topic of Feng Lingyan's conversation. After all, even if the young wife needed to make up an excuse, she had to be given some time.
"Yes, Li Ge, you have considered it carefully." Feng Lingyan nodded slightly and looked at Mu Li Ge with satisfaction.
"You bald donkey, where are you going to run?"
Just when Feng Lingyan and Hua Qingcheng's husbands were worried about Hua Qingcheng, Han Yichen's angry voice suddenly came from outside the hall. Then everyone saw a monk in gray monk's robe with a bruised face and nose running in.
"Flower Monk?"
Hua Qingcheng turned her head towards the entrance of the hall following the sound, and Wu Chen quickly ran behind her.
"My dear sister, this jerk has been chasing me!" Wu Chen actually grabbed Hua Qingcheng's sleeve and started complaining to her directly.
"You thief bald donkey, let go of your hoof!"
Seeing that the Flower Monk was actually pulling and tugging with his young wife in front of him, Han Yichen pointed the soft sword in his hand at the Flower Monk's neck again with a "swoosh".
"Achen~"
"We can talk it over!"
Feeling that the third husband was very angry, Hua Qingcheng hurriedly called him back.
"I won't listen!"
"I won't listen!"
"Hua Qingcheng, do you have a conscience?"
"Didn't you promise me that you wouldn't mess around with women?"
With a clang, Han Yichen dropped the sword in his hand. His eyes were slightly red, his gaze cold and mournful, yet also tinged with a hint of anger. He glanced at Hua Qingcheng with a hurt expression on his face, then turned and ran out of the hall in the front yard of Xuanbao Pavilion.
"Achen~"
Hua Qingcheng tore off the cloth covering her eyes and was about to get up and run after Han Yichen, but her arm was tightly held by Wu Chen who was standing beside her.
"Good sister, you..."
"Flower Monk, I don't have time to play with you!"
Hua Qingcheng shook off Wu Chen's hand and immediately rushed out, chasing after the red figure in front.
"Achen~"
Han Yichen, who had arrived at the courtyard first, saw that his unscrupulous wife had finally come out, and immediately ran away again. Hua Qingcheng chased him out of Xuanbao Pavilion, leaving the center of Xuanyi Valley and coming to the endless medicinal fields on the outskirts.
Just as Hua Qingcheng was about to go up and talk to Han Yichen, the third husband, who was standing in front of her in red, suddenly disappeared. Hua Qingcheng looked at the fields filled with the fragrance of medicine, and thought of Xuanyi Valley as a very magical and perverted place. She was speechless.
"Old man, have you seen a handsome man in red running towards you? He must be the young master Han from your Xuanyi Valley." Hua Qingcheng saw a white-haired old man squatting in the field tending to herbs, so she stepped forward to ask.
"Old man?"
"Do I look old?"
Xuantian threw down the herbs in his hand, stood up from the medicine field, puffed his beard and glared at Hua Qingcheng angrily.
"Forehead……"
"Uncle, have you seen a handsome man in red running towards us? He must be the young master Han from your Xuanyi Valley." Looking at the old man in a yellow Taoist robe, with white hair and a youthful face, who refused to admit his age, Hua Qingcheng changed her words.
"Uncle?"
"I'm only 39 years old, and I'm handsome and suave. How dare you call me uncle?" Xuantian got angry again.
"Well then. Taoist Priest, have you seen a handsome man in red running towards us? He is the Young Master Han from your Xuanyi Valley."
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