After three rounds of wine and five flavors, Guo Jia picked up the wine glass and came to Zhao Feng.

"Lord, Zhicai and I want to toast you. If it weren't for you, our illness would not be cured. You would be the same as our reborn parents!" After saying that, Guo Jia drank the wine in his hand.

"Yes, lord, I don't know without you. It turns out that living would be so easy. I'm going to hide it from my lord. If lord didn't take us to seek medical treatment, Zhong himself estimated that Zhong would not live for ten years! I won't say anything about extra thanks anymore. From then on, Zhong is willing to devote his whole life to the lord and die until he dies!" Xi Zhong drank the wine in the glass like Guo Jia.

"Haha, good brother, don't say anything else, no matter you or others, if you need Feng, Feng will not say anything!" Zhao Feng raised his glass and drank the wine.

"By the way, Yuanhua, Feng brought your junior brother together this time. You can wait, I have something to hand over to you." After saying that, Zhao Feng turned around and left the hall, leaving only Hua Tuo and Zhang Zhongjing who were confused.

Soon, Zhao Feng turned around, holding two books in his hand, "These two books are the essence of your lifelong medical skills! Now I will take your teacher to hand these two books into the hands of you two. I hope you will cherish them and carry forward Mr. Uncle’s medical skills!"

"Thank you, Master, thank you lord!" The two of them knelt down quickly and took the book from Zhao Feng's hand.

...

After the banquet, Zhao Feng walked towards the backyard in a swaying step, humming a little tune: "I'm so happy today..."

While walking, Zhao Feng suddenly found a pretty figure in the pavilion in the backyard, sitting alone, not knowing what he was thinking. Zhao Feng hurriedly walked towards the pavilion and walked in and saw that the figure turned out to be Qiao Ying.

"Ying'er...? Well, what are you doing here?" Zhao Feng walked to Qiao Ying and asked.

Qiao Ying, who was thinking about it, was startled by Zhao Feng's sudden throat. When she turned around, she saw Zhao Feng standing there in a drunken state, patted her chest and said, "It's Brother Zihu, I can't sleep, sit here for a while."

"Haha, what are you thinking? Is it okay to tell my elder brother?" Zhao Feng asked.

"I..." Qiao Ying was speechless for a moment. How could Zhao Feng know about her little thoughts?

"Let me guess, Ying'er is thinking about brother, right?" Zhao Feng asked.

"Yeah..." Qiao Ying nodded slightly, her voice like mosquito words.

"Haha, Ying'er, what do you miss your elder brother?" Zhao Feng said to himself, "After the New Year, when the elder brother is injured, how about the elder brother married you together?"

As the saying goes: It is true that speaking the truth after drinking is true. This is why Zhao Feng acted like a hooligan by using the alcohol.

"..." Qiao Ying was stunned. She never expected that Zhao Feng would say such words.

"Yeah? I don't want to? Then forget it!" Seeing that Qiao Ying had not responded for a long time, Zhao Feng shook his head in disappointment, "The falling flowers intentionally brush the flowing water, and the flowing water is mercilessly in love with the falling flowers! Alas!"

"I do, Brother Zihu, I do!" Seeing Zhao Feng performing this, Qiao Ying reflected on him and spoke quickly, but then she saw Zhao Feng looking at her with a smirk. She knew she had been fooled again, and stomped her feet angrily, "Hmph! Brother Zihu, you hate it!"

"Hahaha!" Zhao Feng laughed and hugged Qiao Ying, "Ying'er, how about marrying me?"

"Of course... it's fine, otherwise what would someone come to Liaodong thousands of miles to do?" Qiao Ying said quietly.

"Haha, that's right, otherwise why did Ying'er move directly into the prefect's mansion without re-installing her residence?" Zhao Feng said with a smile.

"Yeah..." Qiao Ying leaned on Zhao Feng's chest, quietly feeling Zhao Feng's exclusive aura.

"Go back to sleep, it's already so late!" Zhao Feng patted Qiao Ying and said on his back.

"Well, brother, hurry up and go to bed. After drinking so much wine, look at your smell of alcohol." Qiao Ying said.

"Well, go back quickly." Zhao Feng couldn't help but kiss Qiao Ying's broken face.

"Yeah..." Qiao Ying blushed in an instant, looked at Zhao Feng, turned around and ran away.

"Haha, the boss's surname is so good, so happy..." Zhao Feng sang a little song again and walked towards the room.

When he walked to the door, Zhao Feng was surprised to find that the wait in the room was still lit: I think it must be Xue'er who left it for me?

When I pushed the door open and found Bian Xue sitting next to the lamp, sewing the child's clothes one by one.

"It's so late, why haven't you sleep?" Zhao Feng's tone was a little bit blamed, but he felt more distressed.

"Brother Feng hasn't come back yet, why can I sleep?" Bian Xue got up, slowly picked up a bowl of soup on the table, and walked towards Zhao Feng and said, "Brother Feng, I have someone to make sober soup for you, you can drink it while it's hot!"

"Oh, my little ancestor, I'll just take it myself. Come and sit on the bed." Zhao Feng hurried forward, took the bowl of soup, drank it all, and held the trembling Bian Xue.

"Hehe, I'm fine." Bian Xue said with a smile.

"It's okay, you'll say these two words all day long. If there's something wrong, it's too late to regret it!" Zhao Feng said.

"Okay, okay, don't preach it anymore! Xueer knows that she is wrong!" Bian Xue stuck out her tongue and said coquettishly.

Seeing Bian Xue's actions, Zhao Feng couldn't help but be stunned. He looked so similar! He was exactly the same as Hua Ying in his memory!

"Brother Feng? What's wrong with you?" I found Zhao Feng in a daze, Bian Xue's little hand shook in front of Zhao Feng.

"Haha, nothing, Xue'er is like this, Brother Feng likes it very much, really like it." Zhao Feng said.

"Okay, then Xue'er will be like this in the future, okay?" Bian Xue said with a giggle.

"Of course it's OK." Zhao Feng smiled, "Come on, let me hear what our children are saying?" As he said that, Zhao Feng lay on Bian Xue's stomach and listened carefully.

"Okay, Brother Feng, don't do this, I feel so uncomfortable!" Bian Xue said.

"Calling the day, you should be about to give birth? Fortunately, I came back in time, otherwise I might have missed the birth of my baby!" Zhao Feng thought for a while.

"Yes, a few days ago, Mr. Hua Tuo came to take my pulse. He would give birth in a month!" Bian Xue said.

"Okay, then this month, Brother Feng will not go anywhere, so I will be with you, okay?" Zhao Feng said.

"No, I don't want to be Daji, a woman like Baosi. Brother Feng, if you have big things to do, you should go. Don't just ignore your great cause just for the long love of your children!" Bian Xue said with a slight reprimanding tone.
Chapter completed!