C72

In Qingyang Village, things were not as they usually were. The young and strong were carrying bows and arrows, and they were loudly shouting and teasing each other. The two or three rural women were washing vegetables and washing clothes, and the children were squatting in the mud and playing around.

These scenes of the dead were no longer present. The people from the neighboring villages also stood scattered outside the fence of the Azure Sun Village, looking at the imperial bodyguards running about within the village. They pointed at them, discussed amongst themselves, and sighed deeply before dispersing.

From an ordinary thatched cottage in the village, waves of heart-wrenching cries and roars that sounded like those of vicious beasts attracted the attention of the passing guards.

"Who is that person in the house?" Why are you crying like this? "

"Who knows, I just saw Miss Dongfang bringing a young man in."

"Don't you know? This young man was the Dongfang family's medical saint! "He went out of Azure Sun Village."

"Sigh, it must be because his family was also slaughtered. I wonder who was so heartless as to actually massacre a village?"

"That's right, they actually massacred our village within the borders of our mansion. The lord was furious, otherwise, why would he send us here to investigate?"

The two or three guards discussed in hushed tones, casting sympathetic and pitying glances at the thatched cottage from which the crying sounds came.

"..."

"This kid is so strong, he might become a rich official businessman in the future, haha." The man's rough and tanned skin was still slightly oily under the light of the candlelight, but the joy on his face was clearly visible. He was grinning as he spoke.

A pair of strong hands hugged him in his arms. Feeling the faint warmth from his broad chest and the unpleasant smell of sweat, the infant that was a few months old couldn't help but wrinkle his small nose.

"Don't scare the child! "Look at your smelly body!" With a rebuke, a young woman with the appearance of a woman took the infant into her arms. Her face was filled with love as she teased the baby softly.

"I am his father!" Does a man look like a woman to you? " With a light snort, the man didn't say anything else. He grinned at the baby and said, "My good son, Daddy will go wash up soon."

Ignoring the laughter and curses of the girl behind him, the man turned around and left, humming an unknown tune.

"..."

"Qingyang, run slowly. Be careful not to fall." The woman's worried voice stopped the toddler who was happily running not far away.

She mischievously raised her face and looked at the girl's sallow face and the wrinkles around her eyes. The child ran back and threw himself into the woman's arms. She said in a baby voice, "Mother, I will be careful."

As she patted the child's head, a trace of love flashed across the woman's eyes. However, she still pretended to be stern and rebuked, "Child, I guess you won't listen. What if you break?"

"..."

"Old Mu, I'm not talking about you. Your son is pretending to be a calf, and yet he dares to bully our family's Qingyang?" Looking at his son who was only one or two years old, the man pointed at a sturdy middle-aged man and yelled, "Why don't we try it out?"

The sturdy middle-aged man knew that his son was after all over ten years old and was going to bully a child of one or two years old, so he couldn't be justified. He could only give a coy smile and embarrassedly said: "Hu'zi, everyone is a country bumpkin."

"Are you willing to let me beat your son up?" Snorting coldly, the man raised his fist and waved it. He said angrily, "It's fine if you have two kids around the same age, but your son is already over ten years old, and yet he bullied Qingyang. Is there any difference between me beating him up and him?"

"Pa!" The middle-aged man slapped the face of the ten-year old child and shouted angrily, "Little bastard, why aren't you quickly apologizing to your uncle Hu Zi!?" See how I'll deal with you when I get back! "

Seeing that the child was crying non-stop, and that his face was also red and swollen, the one-year-old Xiao Budian beside the man tugged on his sackcloth pants and said in a low voice: "Father, brother is crying, let's not scold him anymore."

Only after reprimanding the middle-aged man did the man lift Xiao Budian over his head and hoist him over his shoulder. He laughed loudly, ignoring the scolding and crying behind him, "Let's go, my good son."

Under the setting sun, the two of them seemed to be playing in an unknown tune. The more they laughed, the longer it grew, the warmer it became.

"..."

"Child, where have you gone to be crazy? "Look at the dust on his face! Go wash up and prepare to eat!" The woman gently dusted off the youth's body with the medicine basket as she pretended to be angry.

Laughing, the young man raised his tender face and said proudly, "Mother, today I picked some herbs that can stop bleeding. so that we can prepare them for father, uncle, and the others when they go hunting in the mountains. "

Hearing this, the man nodded his head in gratification. However, he was still a bit worried and interjected, "Qingyang, don't keep going deeper into the mountains and forests. Be careful that the tiger doesn't catch you."

He obediently nodded his head and put the small shovel into the medicine basket. The youth then smiled and said, "Father, I'll grind the herbs later. You can bring them when you enter the mountain tomorrow."

After saying that, he hopped to the well in the courtyard to fetch water to change his dirty clothes.

"I don't know who this kid got the information from, but it seems that it's really more useful than the pills sold by the town's second brother Zhang." The man shook his head and looked at the young man's back, his eyes filled with pride and love.

It was this man who used his strong hands to protect her from being bullied by others, even though she was already that strong.

It was this woman who had used her rough little hands to protect her life, bit by bit, even though she already knew everything.

Even though he knew that some words were a lie, a threat, Qingyang had always remembered them in his heart. He was obedient because he knew that it was the love and love of his parents.

Little by little, such sweet and warm memories were like sharp daggers that fiercely stabbed into Qingyang's heart. Every bit of memories caused his heart to ache a bit more. It was full of holes, and his tears flowed unceasingly.

The crying and screaming gradually died down. Dongfang Yanran, who was outside the house, was also anxiously waiting. She only knew from the low sobbing that nothing had happened to Qingyang, but she knew that Qingyang shouldn't be disturbed right now.

Sometimes, what a man needed was not the consolation around him, but to vent, scream, and cry on his own.

As if a hundred years had passed in the blink of an eye, Qingyang suddenly stood up and calmly gazed at the two beds on the bed. A hint of warmth appeared on his face as he softly murmured: "Father, Mother, your son will definitely find out about this.

He then kneeled down and kowtowed three times heavily. The golden flames in his eyes suddenly appeared and evaporated the two drops of blood that had not flowed yet.

He got up and gently covered the white mattress before slowly walking out of the room. Seeing Dongfang Yanran, who was pacing back and forth outside the room, the corners of Qingyang's mouth curled up unnaturally. "Yanran, I've made you worry."

Hearing that, she stopped in her tracks. Dongfang Yanran looked towards the door, and saw the elegant youth standing in front of her. However, the killing intent that was condensed on his body could no longer be dispersed.

She didn't care about the shocked eyes of the onlookers as she rushed into Qingyang brother's embrace and wrapped her arms around his sturdy waist. Her face was pressed against his muddy chest as she sobbed softly, "Qingyang brother, Yanran will accompany you for your entire life."

In the end, she managed to soften a little as she felt the warmth in her embrace. Qingyang gently caressed her smooth hair and softly said, "Yanran, thank you."

The following words were not loud, but they seemed to be spoken to Yanran, either to her parents or to herself. However, the killing intent and determination contained within them caused Yanran's heart to tremble, and her body to tremble.

"Regardless of the reason, whoever is implicated in this matter shall die. "If you block a god, block Buddha; if you block Buddha, block Buddha."