As Yang Liuqing's wife, Su He is also a first-class woman. Although she is not a chivalrous man who is as good as a man, she is also a smart and wise person.

The illness came like a mountain of falling down, and the illness was like a thread being pulled. It was not said casually. Su He, who had just recovered from a serious illness, was always uneasy when he heard the sound of fighting outside. Finally, he couldn't help but walk out. Looking at his husband, he started fighting with a fat man.

It’s not that I look down on the fat man, but that this fat man is their guest. This was what Yang Liuqing told her the night before.

Leng Xiaobai watched the two of them fighting each other very carefully. Although Wanfu's punch was not a must, as Yang Liuqing's shooting skills became more and more, his punches were no longer so soft and powerless.

A "bang" sound was not very big. Leng Xiaobai kicked Xia Xue. This kick was not heavy, but because of this kick, Xia Xue looked at him unhappily. No one has ever treated her like this, although this person has been to save her life.

However, looking at Leng Xiaobai's crazy wink, Xia Xue was not a fool. She looked at the door of the east wing, standing there alone holding the door, looking at the two people who were competing, and the anxious look between her eyebrows and eyes was very strong.

Xia Xue was stunned for a moment, not helping her or reacting like Leng Xiaobai imagined. He forgot that the person he had just greeted with his feet was the only princess of Xia Tianzi. He only knew when he was served and when he had served others.

Qing Mei'er, who was beside Storyteller, also saw this scene, walked to the east wing, walked out with a blanket, draped it on Su He's body, and said.

"It's so cold outside, you'd better go back and rest."

Su He still stared at the two people who were beating, completely ignoring Qingmei'er beside him.

"They are just a competition. There will be nothing wrong. Let's sit there."

With Qingmei'er's support, Su He came to Leng Xiaobai and the others, looked at Leng Xiaobai, smiled with some difficulty, and said.

"I thanked Brother Leng for the medicine. My husband also has a heavy responsibility. This action was a last resort. Please don't blame him."

Leng Xiaobai smiled and said.

"It's wrong for my sister-in-law to say this. Brother Yang and Wan Fu are just having a conversation. There is no saying that they have any heavy burdens. We don't know what kind of burdens there is on Brother Yang."

When she heard Leng Xiaobai's words, Su He was not saying anything. She did not explain what the burden was. The kind of thing that was not real was the most tiring and could crush a person to death, so she couldn't breathe.

Nearly half an hour later, the two ended in a draw. Both of them were sweating profusely. Wanfu was soaked in his clothes. Coupled with a gust of cold wind outside, it shivered even more.

"Take aside"

"Take aside"

"You have been asked to reduce the flesh on your body for a long time, but you just don't listen. You're at a loss now. If you don't have this body, your speed will definitely be much higher."

Storyteller Ah San said that every time he saw the flesh on Wanfu's body, he looked awkward. As for why it was awkward, he couldn't tell him.

Leng Xiaobai knew that Wanfu was a person who was very afraid of death, especially because he was most afraid of starving to death. So he became a fat man, a body shape that could last longer if he was hungry under the same conditions.

More importantly, Wanjuequan can only be practiced by a fat man, and must also be a flexible fat man.

"Brother Yang's shooting skills are indeed superb. If it were me just now, he would definitely not be able to last for three rounds. Even if he was a rich man, he would have lost in just ten rounds. It was our impulse."

"Brother Leng was joking. If Wanfu hadn't been giving in to me all the time, he would have beaten me within five times. Then what else would he say about a draw?"

It was noon at that time, Yang Liuqing went to the back of the yard to prepare lunch, while Su He stayed in the yard and told some ordinary jokes to everyone outside.

Leng Xiaobai walked to the door of the yard and looked at the two people in black and white painted on the two doors. These two people were very familiar with Leng Xiaobai, black and white impermanence, the two people who seemed to be enemies but were actually not friends.

"They actually did things for the court. Did they plan the things that happened before? The Heiheji was destroyed?"

The destruction of Heiheji occurred before the Spring Festival. After the Little New Year, because there were not as many merchants as in the north and south as there were at other times, the incident did not spread so quickly.

"Brother Leng, is there anything wrong with it?"

Su He saw Leng Xiaobai suddenly stand up and when she walked to the door, she was already standing up. She was worried that Leng Xiaobai would suddenly escape from here at this time. Perhaps the escape was not appropriate.

"There is nothing wrong. I just think that what you posted on the door is not the door god, but the black and white impermanence. I always feel that I don't like it very much."

Leng Xiaobai joked that there were not only two paintings on the two doors, but also two names on the corners of these two paintings. Fan Wujiu and Xie Bi'an.

It sounds so familiar that I don't need to think about anything else.

"When we came here, the portrait on this door already existed. The original owner here was a scholar who did not believe in gods and ghosts, but he didn't know why these two things were left behind."

Su He was also very curious. Judging from her expression, he didn't know the reason for these two portraits, so he could only be the one who was cooking, knowing why these two things were there.

"Maybe it was the man who saw these two people when he was about to die, so before he died, he specially left these two portraits to bless the house where he lived. As for the real story, who knows?"

Storyteller A San also came over and looked at the two portraits, as if he had thought of something.

"I remember a book mentioned that there was a place in the three forests and two rivers of Huanglongling. There was a scholar living in this yard. His name was Qiushan, but for some reason he suddenly went crazy and broke into Huanglongling where no one dared to enter, and then there was no news."

"The scholar Qiushan has never heard of it."

Su He had traveled around Yang Liuqing, but he had never heard of such a person. He thought he was a not very famous person. After all, Storyteller A San also said that he was a scholar.

There are thousands of scholars in the world, how many people are nominated for the names?

Leng Xiaobai pondered. He thought of the day of the Lantern Festival, a person was chasing him, saying that he wanted to know Xia Xue's name. When he said the name, Xia Xue didn't hear it clearly at all, and it seemed to be saying it to him.

Looking back, the scholar Qiushan seemed to be looking for himself, and then he was sure that he was the person he was looking for. After that, there was no news and nowhere to be found.
Chapter completed!