Three Years As A Scapegoat, Guarding The Stunning Goddess After Being Released From Prison

The severe pain from the middle-aged man's fingers instantly made him lose all his sanity.

He had to tell what he knew.

"I said! I said everything. The people from Gufangzhai sent me here, saying that it is the money shopkeeper. Your attention must only be on the painting."

"I don't pay attention to the ink at all. After I sell the painting to you, if someone comes here to buy you at a high price later, I will point out the flaws of the painting."

"In this way, you will be ruined."

When Qian Feng heard this, a look of anger appeared on his face.

"Gu Fangzhai is still so insidious, playing with me in such a dirty way! Do you really think that I, Qian Feng, are a soft persimmon?"

Qin Feng listened with a dazed expression. It seemed that this was probably Qian Feng's personal grievance.

"Shopkeeper Qian, I've said everything I need to say, and I'm only doing things with other people's money." The middle-aged man begged for mercy.

Qian Feng is a person with clear grievances and grievances. He nodded to Qin Feng and said: "Brother Qin, let this guy go. I already know who is behind the scenes."

Now that Qian Feng had already said that, Qin Feng had no choice but to let go of the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man got up quickly and left the antique shop in a panic.

Qian Feng looked at Qin Feng with a complicated expression, and he bowed deeply to Qin Feng with his hands in his hands.

Seeing this, Qin Feng quickly stretched out his hand to support Qian Feng.

He didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Old Qian, get up quickly and give me such a gift, it will break me."

Qian Feng was lifted up by Qin Feng, and he sighed in shame.

"Brother Qin, I was blind just now. If it weren't for you, my reputation would have been ruined by these villains. I even questioned you just now."

"I'm such a jerk."

Qian Feng kept blaming himself, which made Qin Feng look at a loss.

He quickly turned his head to the side and gave Mr. Chen a look of asking for help.

Old Chen understood Qin Feng's meaning, he smiled lightly and stroked his long beard a few times, then stood up and walked forward.

"Hahaha, Brother Qian, Brother Qin doesn't know what to do with you like this!"

"You'd better invite them to sit and drink tea and talk." Biquku

Old Chen's words reminded Qian Feng, who patted his head with an embarrassed smile.

"Oh, look at me, I was so excited just now, there was no point for a while.

Inch. "

"Brother Qin, please sit down quickly."

Qian Feng invited Qin Feng to sit down.

He smiled and said: "You two sit and wait for a while, I will go in and take out the good tea that I have treasured for many years."

Qian Feng walked into the back hall after speaking.

Old Chen joked with a smile: "Brother Qin, you are very lucky today. Brother Qian's good tea has been treasured for many years. Every time I come, he never brings it out to entertain me."

At this time, Qian Feng had already come out with the tea leaves, and he poured the tea leaves into the teapot to steep.

A delicate fragrance emanated out leisurely, Qin Feng smelled this smell and fell into intoxication.

Qian Feng poured the tea into Qin Feng's teacup, and he said with a smile: "Brother Qin, please taste it."

Qin Feng picked up the teacup and emptied it lightly.

As soon as the tea entered his mouth, the sweet taste permeated his mouth, and the taste buds on the tip of his tongue seemed to enjoy a gluttonous feast.

Qin Feng nodded in satisfaction, "Mr. Qian's tea is really good tea."

He put down his teacup leisurely and looked at Qian Feng.

Qin Feng frowned slightly, and he began to ask: "Mr. Qian, do you have asthma? And it's very serious!"

When Qian Feng heard Qin Feng's words, he froze for a moment.

How did Qin Feng know that he had asthma? He looked at Old Chen, thinking it was Qin Feng who told him.

But Mr. Chen spread his hands and shook his head with an expression of ignorance.

Qin Feng smiled lightly and rubbed his nose, "Mr. Qian doesn't need to worry too much. Mr. Chen didn't tell me. I know how to write Chinese medicine, so I observed it."

"Old Qian's breath is more rapid than normal, and when I first entered the store, I smelled a strange fragrance, which must be beneficial to improve asthma symptoms."

After listening to Qin Feng's narration, Qian Feng nodded in surprise.

Qin Feng recommended himself: "If Mr. Qian can trust me, why not let me see your doctor, I might be sure to cure you."

Qian Feng smiled wryly and shook his hand, "Forget it, Brother Qin, I appreciate your kindness, but I have been suffering from this disease for many years, and I have sought many miracle doctors to no avail. You..."

Qian Feng didn't say the last few words, but Qin Feng can probably guess the meaning.

No, you haven't been cured after looking for so many miraculous doctors, so forget it as a young man.

At this time, Mr. Chen came forward to dissuade Qian Fengdao

: "Brother Qian, didn't I tell you not to give up!"

"Do you still remember that I was seriously ill and was admitted to the hospital a while ago. Life and death were at stake? It was Brother Qin who rescued me from the gate of hell."

"There is absolutely no harm in letting him see you."

Qian Feng's expression froze, and he opened his mouth in astonishment.

Before, he naturally heard that Mr. Chen was seriously ill and was hospitalized, and all the famous doctors in Yuncheng were helpless, but then he recovered miraculously. Biqu library

Unexpectedly, it was Qin Feng who cured her.

After Qian Feng hesitated again and again, he simply agreed to Qin Feng's request.

"Okay, Brother Qin, of course I can trust you, so please show me."

As Qian Feng said, he stretched out his wrist, Qin Feng smiled lightly, and reached forward to feel the pulse of the other party.

After less than a minute, Qin Feng moved his hand away.

Qian Feng asked in surprise: "Is this the end of the pulse?"

Qin Feng hummed without thinking.

"Qian Lao's problem is not serious, just need a few needles, and he will be fine."

Qian Feng blinked suddenly, he wondered if he heard it wrong.

"Brother Qin, are you kidding me? A few needles can cure my asthma?"

Why does Qian Feng feel so illusory?

Qin Feng observed Qian Feng's expression and knew that he didn't believe it.

Qin Feng unhurriedly took out the silver needle, and he said calmly: "If Mr. Qian doesn't believe it, just let me stick a few needles and you will know the curative effect."

Qin Feng was brought by Mr. Chen, and Qian Feng believed that this young man would not harm him.

Qian Feng readily agreed to Qin Feng's treatment plan.

Qin Feng picked up the silver needle, and quickly dropped the needle on the acupuncture point on Qian Feng's chest.

The nine silver needles were arranged in nine stars on Qian Feng's chest, and he flicked one of the silver needles lightly with his fingertips.

The remaining eight silver needles made buzzing sounds one after another.

Qian Feng felt a sense of depression accumulating in his chest.

The breath was about to explode his chest.

When Qin Feng pulled out the nine silver needles, Qian Feng breathed out slowly.

Twenty seconds later, Qian Feng barely stopped.

"Old Qian, how do you feel now?"

Qian Feng rubbed his chest, and even his breathing became steady.

Qian Feng couldn't hold back the excitement in his heart, he stood up and was about to kneel down to Qin Feng.