The group pets the little fisherman, she has a lot of happy events

Chapter 72 What is the relationship between her and Brother Lan?
It was late at night, and Longquan Village was quiet and peaceful.

Occasionally, one or two dogs barking sounded, which could be heard very clearly on a moonless night.

Ye Junlan came all the way from Xitang Town, physically and mentally exhausted.

Lin Jingcheng saw his fatigue and didn't want to stay any longer, so he ordered Qingyang to take good care of his master and go back to the house to rest.

"Brother Qingyang."

Ye Xiuyan came to the kitchen just in time, and offered to help: "You are serving Big Brother Lan by yourself, and you have to boil water to make tea, wash and change clothes, and you are too busy. Let me help you cook herbs."

"to make."

Qingyang was busy walking around alone, sincerely looking forward to someone helping, the little girl's words sounded like the sound of nature in his ears: "Don't worry about anything else, just help me watch the pot, just don't boil it dry."

"Okay."

Ye Xiuyan smiled, came to the stove, picked up a long spoon, and stirred the herbs in the hot water pot.

"The herbs don't need to be cooked for too long, just half a stick of incense is enough."

Qingyang gave some advice in a soft voice, picked up the freshly boiled hot water, brewed a pot of new tea, carried the tray, trotted, and left the kitchen.

Ye Xiuyan watched him leave, blinked, fished out the herbs one by one, looked at them carefully, and concentrated on thinking.

Sure enough, it is a prescription for slow release of cold poison.

No wonder my mother specifically told me to burn a kang for Brother Lan and buy him medicinal herbs to soak his legs.

Why does mother understand so clearly?
What's the relationship between her and Big Brother Lan?
Could it be related to what happened nine years ago?
Thinking of this, she suddenly took a breath, and her heart skipped a beat.

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"Girl Yan, thank you."

Qingyang ran out of the main room with a wooden basin in his hand, and rushed into the kitchen at a trot.

"Brother Qingyang."

Ye Xiuyan moved away from the position where the pot was turned on, pretended to be ignorant, and asked gossip with a smile: "Where do you come from? The carriage is so luxurious, Brother Lan must be very distinguished, right?"

"Ha ha."

Qingyang had a good impression of her, and responded with a smile: "You little girl is quite clever, you guessed it right away."

"real."

Ye Xiuyan's small eyes lit up, she looked like a country girl who had never seen the world: "I guessed right, isn't Big Brother Lan the official young master of the county?"

"Ha ha."

Qingyang was amused, and smiled happily: "Our young master is much more official than the county magistrate."

"Elder than the county magistrate?"

Ye Xiuyan's eyes widened, she couldn't believe it: "Could it be the son of the magistrate's family?"

"Humph."

Qingyang exhaled a breath of disdain from his nostrils, and complained secretly.

What is the son of the magistrate, in front of the little master, he is nothing.

However, he didn't dare to say this sentence, he could only live it in his heart.

Ye Xiuyan observed the words and expressions, and her clever brain was running rapidly.

Bigger than the magistrate, Brother Lan has a lot of background!

The magistrate is a fourth-rank official, and then he is a third-rank Beijing official.

Judging by Qingyang's expression, the third-rank official may not be in his eyes.

Could it be the chief assistant of the current court, or the royal nobles?

"Girl Yan, it's late at night, go back to sleep."

Qingyang poured the potion from the big iron pot into the wooden basin, carried it carefully, and walked out of the kitchen.

"Okay."

Ye Xiuyan smiled, threw a shriveled little red fruit into the tub, and ran back to her room with a smile.

Qingyang glanced at the little red fruit that sank to the bottom of the water, and without thinking too much, he walked to the master's room with the basin in his hand.

When he came to the door, he put down the basin, raised the door curtain, stepped into the threshold with one foot, and then carefully picked up the wooden basin.

(End of this chapter)