Chapter 209: 0148 Miss Yun’s peace of mind.

When Yun Qian saw Xu Chang’an walking in from outside, her gaze shifted from the tempting little courtyard, swallowed a half piece of persimmon cake in her mouth, and made a motion to stand up.

“You’re back.”

Yun Qian was about to stand up when Xu Chang’an gently pressed down on her shoulder. She looked at Xu Chang’an’s expression in confusion and said in surprise, “You… are very happy?”

“Yeah.” Xu Chang’an couldn’t suppress the smile at the corners of his mouth.

His sense of belonging to Muyu Peak mostly comes from this teacher. For him, being recognized as a student by the teacher is a very good thing.

After all, the teacher is of the same generation as Senior Wen’s master, so following her, does he now have a legitimate faction in Muyu Peak?

Xu Chang’an lifted Yun Qian’s veil, stretched out his hand to wipe away the sugar at her mouth, thinking that his happiness was not because of the Daoist nun but because today he was recognized by the teacher, which would undoubtedly be beneficial for Miss Yun’s future cultivation.

“I just applied my rouge this morning, don’t wipe it off for me,” Yun Qian reminded.

Xu Chang’an looked at Yun Qian’s soft lips and said helplessly, “Miss, the little bit of rouge you applied has long been eaten clean by you along with the plums and persimmon cakes.”

“Really?” Yun Qian nodded, “I thought so… but I’m tired, eating something can help me regain my strength.”

Rouge is not important now.

For Yun Qian, no matter how big the things in the world are, they can’t be bigger than his happiness.

Someone who can make him leave with a smile is very impressive.

“Because of her?” Yun Qian looked toward the direction of the main building.

Xu Chang’an glanced in the direction of the main building, coughed a bit, “I have something to leave for a while but I’ll be right back. Miss… I came to tell you that the teacher said she wants to find you.”

“Okay.” Yun Qian indicated she understood.

“If there’s anything, just listen to the teacher. If she wants to check your elixir field in advance, she can. I’ll go to the Hundred Herbs Garden for a moment and be right back.” Xu Chang’an weighed the medicine box on him and hurried away.

“…”

Xu Chang’an left in a hurry, after all, the earlier he left, the sooner he could return.

Watching Xu Chang’an leave with the medicine box on his back, Yun Qian was slightly startled, then revealed a hint of nostalgia.

Back on the island, when Xu Chang’an wanted to learn medicine to improve her health, he was carrying a medicine box, running around the island, the forest, and the hills to pick usable herbs for her.

Speaking of herbs, in the world’s understanding, it should be called Immortal Herbs?

Anyway, regardless of the grade of the herb, any surrounding medicine toxin or barriers were useless, as Xu Chang’an could easily pull them out by the roots.

But later, he found no matter what herbs he gave her, they didn’t work, so he specialized in acupuncture techniques and moxibustion.

This scene of carrying the medicine box out…

Yun Qian’s eyes gently trembled.

She hadn’t seen it for some days.

The Daoist nun with the surname Li?

Is she his teacher?

Someone who makes him happy must be useful; Yun Qian gained some goodwill towards her.

Yun Qian turned her head.

“…”

Just after Xu Chang’an left, the Daoist nun suddenly appeared in front of Yun Qian.

Their gazes met.

Yun Qian blinked, thinking this female Daoist was indeed not as glamorous as the book described Li Mochou.

Her appearance was ordinary, her temperament peaceful, not to mention compared to Yun Qian, even compared to the charming girls in the brothel of Beisang City… she utterly lost in terms of feminine charm.

Yun Qian thought, does her husband like girls without any femininity?

Undoubtedly, Xu Chang’an’s fondness for this unknown, plainly-looking girl was far greater than that for Liu Qingluo, who could brew wine, had a tear mole, and was pretty.

For what reason?

Because the Daoist nun is taller than Liu Qingluo, has a better figure?

That too.

Her husband’s aesthetics are always elusive.

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The Daoist nun suddenly appeared in front of Yun Qian, having thought of all sorts of things that could happen after meeting, but didn’t expect… Yun Qian to stare directly at her, sitting motionlessly on the bench.

This girl…

What kind of personality does she have?

Forget it.

The Miss Yun capable of nurturing Xu Chang’an into such a gentle character must be either extremely gentle or extremely eccentric. Now it seems… Yun Qian ought to be the latter.

Although the Daoist nun seemed to want to test Yun Qian, she actually didn’t think much; she simply didn’t know how to interact with her junior’s wife.

Otherwise, she wouldn’t be constantly worried about the meeting gift.

After all, she’s lived for so long, and Xu Chang’an is the only junior she acknowledges. Although her attitude towards Xu Chang’an is serious usually, Yun Qian isn’t her student, and they’re both girls, her own attitude… should be gentler?

Therefore, the Daoist nun looked at the thin veil on Yun Qian’s face and was suddenly at a loss for words, just like Yun Qian, also froze.

“…?”

The atmosphere suddenly became stiff, which made a small question mark appear above Yun Qian’s head. She slightly raised her eyes, thinking Xu Chang’an previously told her to treat the Daoist nun with a normal attitude, so she just followed her logic.

“Should I take down my veil?” Yun Qian asked.

Hearing Yun Qian’s voice closely, the Daoist nun only felt like a swirling mist gently brushed past her ears. She was momentarily engrossed in the tone, not noticing the meaning in her words.

“What?” She was startled.

“Should I take down my veil?” Yun Qian patiently repeated, then added, “The weather is a bit stuffy.”