Mr. Qin, Please Advise Me

Song Yufeng thought for a moment and said, "Xiaoning doesn't feel like a child who grew up in the countryside, and her medical skills make me very surprised." If Xiaoning is now in her teens and twenties , he can still accept some, but now she is only seven years old, but her medical skills are already above her father-in-law, which is really incredible. There is also the noble and cold temperament on her body, even Xiaoxue and Xiaoli can't compare with her.

"These are just superficial. She is better than what you see. Her composure, calmness, and her attitude towards things are not like what a child of her age should have." Old Man Song said. His wife told him that after she was stabbed by Xiao Ning's silver needle, she couldn't move, and at that time Xiao Ning and her grandparents had already entered the house. Just using a silver needle to point acupuncture points is definitely not possible at such a long distance. So he had a bold guess, Xiaoning might be an ancient martial arts practitioner, and there might be a powerful master behind her.

"Yeah." Song Yufeng nodded in agreement.

"Do you now know my intentions for Xiaoning's family heirloom Bai Yu?" Old Master Song looked at Song Yufeng with sharp eyes. Hope he's not too stupid.

Song Yufeng nodded, "Dad hopes that Xiaoning can go back to the Song family, and hope that the Song family can go to a higher level in the future under the leadership of Xiaoning."

Old Master Song picked up the teacup and took a sip of tea, "This is just one of them. I guess there is a high-level person behind Xiaoning." If it is the same as what he guessed, if Xiaoning is really willing Leading the Song family, then the Song family is likely to embark on a path that he could not imagine.

There was a look of shock in Song Yufeng's eyes, and he thought at the same time that Xin'er told him that day when she was drugged by Xiaoning, "Dad, what do you mean, Xiaoning is most likely a practitioner of ancient martial arts?" It is one of the four major families in the capital. They naturally know many things. The ancient martial arts sect and the ancient martial practitioners are not secrets for a family like them.

"Yeah." Old Man Song nodded. Although he was just guessing, he felt that this guess was very likely to be true.

Song Yufeng pondered for a moment, then said, "Dad, are you going to come forward and ask Xiaoning for the antidote?" Although he and Xiner were in a cold war these two days, Xiner was his wife after all, and seeing her He didn't dare to look in the mirror every day and covered his face tightly, and he was also very distressed.

"Let them learn a lesson." Old Master Song said in a low voice. He called Yang Lisheng today, and he told him that Xiaoling and Xin'er's faces would heal automatically when the medicine wore off.

Song Yanning returned home and saw her grandfather and grandmother sitting in the yard enjoying the shade, "Grandpa! Grandma! I'm back."

"Xiao Ning, come and eat watermelon, this watermelon is sweet." Li Meixiang beckoned to Song Yanning.

Song Yanning walked over to Li Meixiang and sat down, "I won't eat it. I can't eat too much today. Grandpa, grandma, I have to go out tomorrow."

"Where are you going? Do you want your grandparents to accompany you?" Li Meixiang asked. They will go back to Yangcheng the day after tomorrow. Tomorrow, she and her wife plan to buy some specialties. When they return to Yangcheng, they will distribute some to the neighbors and their friends in Yangcheng. The neighbors usually take good care of them. Trips, always mean something.

"No need, tomorrow Aunt Qin will pick me up in the morning. She asked me to go to her company to play, and I should be back in the afternoon." Song Yanning put her head on Li Meixiang's shoulder and looked up at the sky, "Today's moon is good. Round!"

Li Meixiang and Yang Lisheng also looked up at the sky, "Yeah, I haven't seen such a round moon for a long time."

Song Yanning chatted with her grandfather and grandma for a while, and saw that their faces were a little sleepy, "Grandpa, grandma, I'm a little sleepy, I have to go to bed first, good night!"

"Okay, we're going into the house too." Li Meixiang stood up, picked up the watermelon plate on the table, and walked towards the house with Song Yanning and Yang Lisheng.

Song Yanning returned to the room, and after arranging the formation, she took out the brush and continued refining. She does not plan to enter the realm of the emperor today.

When Yang Xiner heard the door open, she turned to look at Song Yufeng, "What does the old man have to do with you?"

"It's okay, just chat." Song Yufeng closed the door, walked to the closet, opened the closet, took out the pajamas, and walked towards the bathroom.

Yang Xin'er got off the bed and followed Song Yufeng into the bathroom, "I haven't finished speaking yet, you can wash it later."

"Xin'er, I'm a little tired. I want to rest early today. I still have a lot of things to do tomorrow." Song Yufeng said wearily. In the past two days, Xiner was in a bad mood because of her face. The two always quarreled without saying a word. He really didn't want to quarrel with her.

Yang Xiner heard the words, and the anger in her heart rushed up, "Don't you even have time to say two words no matter how tired you are? Is it because my face has become ugly, and you dislike me?" It was never like this, it must be because of her face that he did this. Her face is so ugly now, she has less and less confidence in herself, not to mention Yufeng, even she feels disgusting looking at her own face.

"Don't think about it, okay? Why would I despise you?" Song Yufeng looked at Yang Xiner helplessly. When he first fell in love with Xin'er, it wasn't her appearance, but her feeling, and they had been married for so many years, and his feelings for her had never changed. Otherwise, there are so many young and beautiful women outside, why has he never been moved.

"Okay, I'm not thinking nonsense, then you kiss me." Yang Xiner closed her eyes, raised her head and pouted.

Song Yufeng shook his head helplessly, lowered his head, and slowly approached Yang Xin'er, looking at her face covered with red and swollen pimples, and a few pimples that even had white liquid on them, an uncontrollable nausea. came up.

"Shut up!" Song Yufeng quickly turned his head and retched. He swore that he really didn't mean to vomit, he really couldn't help it.

"Ah!" Yang Xin'er screamed in anger, "Song Yufeng, you bastard! I hate you!" He kept saying that he didn't dislike her, but he couldn't even kiss her, he didn't even kiss her. Vomited.

Yang Xiner became more and more aggrieved, covered her face, and ran out of the bathroom crying, "Song Yufeng, I hate you, you bastard, I will ignore you in the future, woo woo..."

"Xin'er, I really don't dislike you." Song Yufeng didn't know how to explain it, and he didn't want to vomit, but when he saw the pus-filled pimples on her face, he couldn't help it. But he really didn't mean to dislike Xin'er.