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The next morning, the sky began to brighten, and the sun rose.
“This weather is wonderful.”
As usual, An Jing opened the door of the pharmacy and stretched himself in satisfaction.
“Darling, the medicinal porridge is ready.” Zhao Qingmei walked out of the inner hall with a smile.
“Brother An!”
Just as An Jing was about to turn around, Han Wenxin rushed over from afar.
“So this is sis-in-law.”
Han Wenxin looked at Zhao Qingmei, who was standing beside An Jing, and was instantly shocked. It turned out that An Jing had married such a beautiful lady from the Zhao Family.
That should not be the case. Logically speaking, An Jing should be Yuzhou City’s physician, while he was Yuzhou City’s young constable.
“That’s my wife,” said An Jing with a smile.
Han Wenxin said sourly, “Brother An, you’re so lucky. It seems like you really did save Uncle Niu’s life. No, you definitely saved sis-in-law’s life.”
“Brother Han must be joking.”
Zhao Qingmei smiled sweetly.
When An Jing saw Han Wenxin’s expression, he felt extremely happy and said, “Brother Han, why did you come to find me so early in the morning?”
Only then did Han Wenxin remember why he had come here. “Wang He and Wang Zhiping are both dead,” he said hurriedly. “And their deaths were so cruel and horrible that even the coroner who worked in the county office for decades shook his head repeatedly.”
“Oh?”
An Jing looked surprised. “Is that true?”
He already knew that Wang Zhiping had been killed, so he was just putting on an act.
“Absolutely.”
Han Wenxin took a deep breath. Then, he looked around and said in a serious tone, “Let me tell you an even more frightening piece of news. Not only Wang He, but Wang Zhiping is also dead. His entire clan has been killed. If you think about it carefully, a total of 327 people died yesterday.”
“Do you know what that means? The extermination of a clan must mean that they have offended someone they shouldn’t have.”
“Is it really that terrifying?” Zhao Qingmei asked fearfully as she leaned against An Jing.
It was clearly summer, but Han Wenxin felt a strong gust of wind rushing into his sleeves. There was a shattering sound.
“Madam, don’t panic.”
An Jing patted Zhao Qingmei’s shoulder gently and said, “In that case, they must have provoked a terrifying figure.”
“Yeah.”
Han Wenxin nodded. Then, he laughed coldly and said, “This uncle and nephew of the Wang Family have committed all sorts of crimes. They’re arrogant and despotic. They think that they can rest easy just because they have the Cao Gang backing them up. A small Altar Master is also a small character in the Cao Gang. To be able to kill more than 200 people in a single day without making a single sound or showing any signs, this is enough to show how terrifying the background is. Did the Cao Gang offend the faction behind Wang He and Wang Zhiping?”
An Jing raised an eyebrow. “Brother Han, do you know who’s behind this?”
“Brother An, you must be joking. How would I know who’s behind this?”
Han Wenxin shook his head and said confidently, “Early this morning, the Gold-tier constables of the Black Clothes Guard came to investigate the person behind this. I think since the Gold-tier constables have been mobilized, the outcome should be out very soon.”
Black Clothes Guard were divided into gold, silver, and bronze constables. These constables were the most outstanding constables in the entire Great Yan Selection. The lowest cultivation of a bronze constable was Rank Five, while a silver constable was Rank Three, while a gold constable was Rank Two. These were all top-notch strengths on the surface, and it was said that there were even Jade constables and Black-clothed Guard commanders.
He was not sure about the exact details, but according to his estimation, the Jade Constable should be a Rank Two or even higher.
After all, it was a force of the Imperial Court. Moreover, the experts of the Black Guard were forbidden from entering the Martial World rankings. As for their actual strength, ordinary people did not know their background.
Han Wenxin rubbed his hands and said, “This time, the gold constable is here. I have to establish a good relationship with him. I might have a chance to enter the Black Clothes Guard and become a copper constable in a few years.”
“Then I wish Brother Han all the best,” An Jing said with a smile.
“Don’t just talk about it. Brother An, you have to give us some practical help.”
“How can I help?”
“Brother An, if you encounter a demon from the Demon Sect, you must report to me. As long as you capture a demon from the Demon Sect, it will be a great merit.”
Han Wenxin licked his lips and said excitedly.
Beside the Ji Shi Hall was a teahouse. It was well-informed and crowded. Han Wenxin had built a good relationship with An Jing partly because he wanted to develop An Jing into his informant.
After making a great contribution, he wanted to marry a beautiful woman to cook, wash his clothes, warm his bed, and fold his blanket.
Zhao Qingmei smiled at the excited Han Wenxin and remained silent.
An Jing laughed and patted Han Wenxin’s shoulder. “Don’t worry. If I know where that Demon Sect demon is, I will be the first to report to Brother Han. When Brother Han becomes a jade constable, you must take care of me.”
“Hahahaha.”
Han Wenxin also laughed. Suddenly, he felt a chill down his spine. “Brother An, why do I feel a little cold?”
“Now that you say it, it does feel a little cold.”
“Am I sick in this hot summer?”
…
The following days were very peaceful.
Half a month passed in the blink of an eye.
Zhao Qingmei cooked different dishes every day and An Jing enjoyed different delicacies every day.
His ordinary self, his ordinary wife.
Life was peaceful and happy, other than Tan Yun, who would occasionally become listless and sleep on the medicine cabinet.
That afternoon, An Jing rummaged through his closet for herbs.
“Darling, what are you looking for? You’ve been busy all morning,” Zhao Qingmei walked out of the back hall and asked curiously.
“Oh, I’m looking for some herbs,” An Jing said casually.
“You don’t even remember where the herbs are. How silly.” Zhao Qingmei pointed at An Jing’s forehead and asked coquettishly, “Do you want me to help you find them?”
“No… nothing. Just some herbs I haven’t used in a long time. I’ll just find them myself.”
An Jing laughed dryly.
“Alright, go ahead.”
Zhao Qingmei glanced at An Jing suspiciously, finding it rather strange.
Not long after, An Jing carried a large wine jar and placed it on the counter. Then, he poured the herbs he found into the wine jar one by one.
“This is a treasure.”
After doing all this, An Jing revealed a gratified smile. Then, he carefully carried the wine jar and placed it on the table in the back hall.
“Are you brewing medicinal wine?” Zhao Qingmei asked as she walked out with a basket of vegetables.
“Hahaha, it was just a casual brew,” An Jing said guiltily.
“Doctor An, is Doctor An here?”
At that moment, a sound came from outside the door.
“Someone’s here for consultation. I’ll go take a look.”
An Jing quickly walked towards the front hall.
The person who came to see the doctor was none other than the storyteller, Zhou Xianming. However, at this moment, his face was pale, and he was weak and powerless. Even when he walked, he seemed to be floating.
“Mr. Zhou, what happened to you?” An Jing asked curiously.
“I’ve been feeling weak under my feet recently. My body is weak and my brain is buzzing,” Zhou Xianming sighed.
“Mr. Zhou, did you go to too many brothels and get drunk?” An Jing asked with a sigh.
“Who is it?”
At this moment, Tan Yun rubbed his sleepy eyes and walked out.
“No, I haven’t been to the brothel recently.”
Zhou Xianming sighed. “You don’t know, Doctor An. I have to teach people how to read every night. It’s too tiring.”
“You won’t be tired from learning calligraphy, right?” An Jing touched his chin and asked in surprise.
“Yeah, that person is as stupid as a swine. I’m—I’m—”
Zhou Xianming could no longer hold back.
“Aye.”
An Jing sighed.
In his previous life, there were some parents who cried because they did not manage to teach their children well. He did not expect to meet someone like that.
Neither of them noticed that Tan Yun, who was standing in front of the medicine cabinet, had a dark expression on her face. Her fists were tightly clenched and there seemed to be flames surging in her eyes.
“Then I’ll prescribe you some calming medicine first.”
“Thank you, Doctor An.”
An Jing was grabbing the herbs when Zhou Xianming came over. His face was slightly flushed as he asked, “Little… Doctor An, why is your maid looking at me?”
Could it be that Doctor An’s beautiful young maid had taken a liking to him?
Zhou Xianming’s heart skipped a beat.
As a poor scholar, he was already in his thirties and had yet to find a wife.
Although Tan Tan Yun was a maid in Doctor An’s house, she was gentle and charming when she looked at her. I pity her when I see her.
An Jing glanced at Tan Yun, who was studying hard, and shook his head. “I… I’m not sure.”
In the end, An Jing grabbed the herbs for Zhou Xianming. Zhou Xianming could not help but glance at Tan Yun a few times before reluctantly leaving.
…
When night fell, it was completely silent. The Ji Shi Hall looked the same.
An Jing touched his waist before he tiptoed towards the back hall.
“Brother!”
Zhao Qingmei immediately noticed An Jing and hurriedly put down the book in her hand, her face flushed red.
“Qingmei, you’re still awake. Why is your face so red?”
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An Jing asked in surprise, “Are you sick?”
Zhao Qingmei gently stepped on An Jing’s feet, exposing her fair and slender legs.
“No, I learned some new tricks.”
“What trick?”
“To find a dragon to swallow gold, to overturn Kun! Brother, do you want to give it a try?”