Be good, call me uncle

Chapter 457 This person is even more annoying!
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As soon as the two returned to the inn, Yu Qinghuan was dragged into the next room by Yang Qian.

Seeing Yan Yan being bullied, Chang Sun Tao picked up a flowerpot and threw it at Yang Qian: "Let go of Yan Yan!"

"San Meng caught a cold, let him see!" Yang Qian patted away the flower pot that flew over, pointed at San Meng on the bed, and said in a strong tone.

On the bed, Sanmeng was lying on it, breathless and with a gray face, as if one leg had stepped through the gate of hell.

Yu Qinghuan knew that he had gone too far, but he did not get angry with Yang Qian and went to see Sanmeng first.

It was indeed quite cold, but luckily Yang Qian had lost his true energy to protect him, otherwise he would have suffered a lot.

Chang Sun Tao looked guilty: "Yan Yan, did we do something wrong?"

"Well, it's wrong." Looking at San Meng who seemed to have lost half his life, Yu Qinghuan also felt very embarrassed, but if it happened again, she would still kick him because San Meng was really annoying.

Changsun Tao blamed himself: "What should we do? Why don't we wait for him to wake up and apologize to him hastily."

Yu Qinghuan withdrew his hand to feel Sanmeng's pulse, pulled out the silver needle and gave him a few injections, and then said: "Cao Cao, let the waiter cook a bowl of ginger soup, sprinkle some pepper in it, and bring it to Mr. Sanmeng as soon as possible. Down."

"I...was born..." Sanmeng woke up, the corners of his lips moved, and he uttered several incoherent syllables.

Yu Qinghuan raised his eyebrows and looked at Yang Qian.

Yang Qian said: "Call me sir."

"what?"

Yang Qian then explained: "Sanmeng asked you to call him sir."

Yu Qinghuan: "!!!"

The corners of San Meng's lips opened and closed again: "Slim... no kiss..."

Yang Qian continued to explain Sanmeng: "Sanmeng said that men and women do not have sex, and asked you not to touch him."

Yu Qinghuan: "Are you sick?!"

Facts have proved that Sanmeng is really sick.

After he drank the ginger soup, his body began to warm up and he spoke much more fluently. When he saw the plum blossoms outside the window withered, leaving only a few traces of red hanging on the branches, his eyes immediately filled with deep sadness: "The flowers must be It didn’t want to leave. It stayed quiet for a whole year before it had a chance to reveal its fragrance, but it had to give in to the warm wind and the sun...poor flower..."

Seeing a few lead clouds floating in the sky, he secretly felt sad: "That cloud looks like a worried face. Is God crying for me..."

Seeing the green pistils of the tea in the teacup stretching under the hot water, he sighed repeatedly: "Tea also has a second life. It has been dried, but it will turn green again as soon as the water is soaked. Just like this, if you hadn't met Brother Yang, , I have already gone to drink that Meng Po soup."

During the meal, he held a plate of white-chopped baby chicken and began to sigh again: "This chicken was still so small that it didn't even find a companion, but it died forever when it was young and was cooked into dishes. When it comes to serving food on the table, people are really cruel..."

"Your uncle, I can't stand you anymore, you're a sick person!" Yu Qinghuan pinched the butt of the chicken and stuffed it into Sanmeng's mouth so hard that Sanmeng's eyes turned white and she almost fainted. past.

"Yan Yan, no!" Changsun Tao quickly hugged Yu Qinghuan's waist, while Yang Qian carried Sanmeng away with a bowl. The meal ended in Yu Qinghuan's rage.

After eating, Yu Qinghuan picked up a toothpick and took Cao Cao with her to go out to the night market. When she passed by Sanmeng's door, she heard him moaning unnecessarily.

"Brother Yang, night has fallen. It must be that the sun is tired of this world and has gone into hiding!" "Brother Yang, the day disappears and the night reigns supreme. This is a dark time. Look at the treacherous stars, showing off their power in the sky!"

"..."

Yu Qinghuan tightened her fists, and finally she took several deep breaths before she restrained the urge to crush San Meng to death.

"Yan Yan, what's wrong with you? Are you looking so ugly?" Chang Sun Tao pulled her sleeve and asked in a low voice.

Yu Qinghuan took a few more deep breaths, then turned around with a smile and said to Chang Sun Tao: "My good interest has been ruined by this guy, let's go tomorrow!"

Changsun Tao had nothing to say no to, and took Yu Qinghuan back to the house: "Yan Yan, we are tired, let's go to bed!"

Yu Qinghuan put aside the messy three dreams and decided to catch up on her sleep. As soon as she was in Changsun Tao's arms, she quickly fell asleep.

She had a dream, a long but terrifying dream.

In the dream, there was a handsome man, wearing a battle robe, a famous sword across his waist, silver armor and a red train. He was handsome, majestic and mighty.

As if he knew she was coming, the man turned his head and smiled at her: "Yu'er, you're here."

"Who are you?" Her heart skipped a beat and she looked nervously at the heroic general in front of her.

The man didn't answer him, but pointed his hand in front of him. The wind was blowing sand there, and there was no grass growing in the endless sandy field. The wind and sand blew on his face, causing him pain.

"This place used to be a vast grassland, but due to a war, it became like this, Yu'er, this is the so-called destruction of life."

"Who are you?" Yu Qinghuan did not listen to the man's words, but stared at the man closely and asked stubbornly who he was.

The man sighed, and when he turned around again, two lines of blood and tears were shed on his face. He looked at Yu Qinghuan with extremely complicated eyes. On that face, there was endless self-blame and guilt, and even more of a shameless sadness.

"Yu'er, I'm not a good father. I brought you into this world, but also made you suffer so much. Now I have to hand over our responsibilities to you. I don't know how to see you as a father. "

"Father, are you the father?" Yu Qinghuan didn't feel scared when she saw the man's appearance. She used a questioning tone because she couldn't believe it. In her impression, her relatives had no father or mother, only her grandfather and mother. .

"Yu'er," the man stretched out his hand and gently patted Yu Qinghuan's head with his calloused palm, "my good Yu'er."

That hand had a strange warmth, and when he patted it gently on the head, Yu Qinghuan's whole heart warmed up, and feelings of attachment, respect, love and admiration suddenly arose.

It turned out that this was how her father felt. Just a pat on the head made her feel so reassured and reliable.

"Father." Yu Qinghuan ignored it and threw herself into the man's arms, crying heartbreakingly, "Father!"

The man patted her back for a long time and then said softly: "Yu'er, listen to your father."

With tears in her eyes, Yu Qinghuan looked at the man in front of her obediently. This man was mighty and unyielding, with a very straight spine, and his tall body seemed to be able to hold up a sky that was about to collapse.

This is the man who stands upright, the former number one general of the Qin Dynasty, and the father who has not hugged her a few times, but has sacrificed his life for the country and will bear the infamy of future generations.

"Father, tell me."

(End of this chapter)