Chapter 2, Flip-Flopping

Seeing the two of them being close, she was clearly displeased: "In broad daylight, with my husband still injured, one should pay more attention to one's own demeanor. Has the virtue of a woman been learned in vain?"

He must take some with him for unforeseen circumstances! It was indeed too naive of me to overlook this for a moment! Although the drugs in his body suppressed his internal energy, who knows what method he used to counteract this drug when my own internal energy was injected into him! When dealing with such an old trickster, one truly cannot trust a single word.

Jiang Qingliu was still afraid he would go mad: "Are you sure you can stay awake for this one hour?"

Bai Ye Jinghang searched through the box for all the poison and antidote, then donned a plain brocade robe of Jiang Qingliu and swiftly exited the Chenbi Villa. Although Jiang Qingliu's internal strength was far inferior to his, combined with his own skills, escaping from the Chenbi Villa was merely a piece of cake.

From a young age, her education has been focused on how to be a good wife, managing household affairs and showing filial piety to her in-laws, and she does not complain much about it

Bohong Jingxing nodded and said, "Don't dawdle, there isn't enough time."

Jiang Qingliu did not dare to look directly at his chest, lightly coughed, and closed his eyes to circulate his energy.

Dan Wanchan's face turned crimson with embarrassment as she hurriedly got up and stood by the bed: "Great-grandmother"

As the words fell, he struck down with a palm, and Jiang Qingliu felt as if his insides were on fire, instantly spitting out a mouthful of blood. Bo Yejingxing then released him and proceeded to pack all the jade boxes he had just opened into his bosom. Jiang Qingliu's vision began to blur, but he also understood that this old scoundrel must be addicted to the Longevity Pill.

Thinking of this, he kicked Hoshino Akihiro again: "There are pastries on the table, they will come to replace them soon, you should eat a little if you are hungry"

He shook his head, and only then did Jiang Qingliu remember that previously, in the dungeon, he had taken two Longevity Pills a day. The Longevity Pills could easily cause a person to become mentally lax and unable to concentrate, and they were highly addictive. Even for death warriors, after being fed the Longevity Pills a few times, it was very easy for them to suffer a mental breakdown. They were a favored tool for coercion among martial artists.

A young girl entered, dressed in a white top and purple skirt, only seventeen or eighteen years old. She wrung out a towel, preparing to wipe Jiang Qingliu's face, but Jiang Qingliu waved his hand and said, "Let Cuixue come."

There was a person in between, and Jiang Qingliu did not say much: "Go ahead, pay your respects to Great-Grandmother."

At this moment, she held the ginseng soup and brought it to Jiang Qingliu's lips with a silver spoon, saying, "Husband, please eat something first."

He crouched as he walked on the tiles, and the voice of the little child urging for snow had already come from inside the house: "Leader? Leader? Merchant Valley Master, come quickly!"

Once everything was in order, Bo Ye Jingxing finally felt satisfied: "There is no need to worry about the matters of the walking positions; I have some knowledge of the residual elephant's divine skill, so there will be no danger. Just calm your mind and focus."

Strangely enough, although his meridians were damaged, the pain was not as intense as before when the internal energy passed through these acupoints. He carefully sent his internal energy out of his body. Meanwhile, Bo Ye Jingxing's meridians resembled a vast ocean, effortlessly gathering all the internal energy back.

He is aware that his current situation is not optimistic and is unwilling to say much. Shan Wanchan nodded slightly; she has been married to Jiang Qingliu for five years and has not had any children. Jiang Yintian has repeatedly pressured Jiang Qingliu, seemingly indicating a desire for him to take a concubine. Jiang Qingliu has used the excuse of being busy outside to avoid bringing it up.

Dan Wanchan sat by the bed; she was a lady of a prestigious family, and since childhood, the Jiang family had sent someone to look after her. Since marrying into the Jiang family, she had been dutiful and virtuous, embodying the grace and propriety expected of every Jiang matron. It was hard to believe that she was only in her twenties.

He is not very courteous towards Hoshino Kiyuki himself

Jiang Qingliu sat up and exchanged a few casual words with her. This matriarch was quite a formidable character; the women of the Jiang family had never held much sway, and only her words carried some weight. Even the clan leader, Jiang Yintian, dared not to yield less than three points.

Jiang Qingliu is still quite concerned about serious matters: "When will you help me heal my wounds?"

Jiang Qingliu nodded slightly and, after taking a sip of soup, reassured her: "It will be fine, do not worry."

He suddenly understood, hurriedly got out of bed, shook off Bo Ye Jingxing's hand, and rummaged through the medicine box. After a moment, he finally found two pills of the Longevity Elixir and quickly poured water from the teacup on the table to dissolve them. Bo Ye Jingxing was trembling all over; after becoming addicted to the Longevity Elixir, it was more stubborn than opium, and the onset was even more painful.

The girl responded and hurried down. Cui Xue was helping Jiang Qingliu wipe his face, while outside, Dan Wanchan had already brought in the ginseng soup. At this moment, Cui Xue was quite perceptive, quickly taking the water out and conveniently closing the door behind her

Bai Ye Jinghang was indifferent, lying next to him and nearly taking half of his blanket. Jiang Qingming was quite speechless: "Aren't you hungry?"

After approximately one hour, he opened his eyes and saw that Bo Ye Jingxing's complexion was pale, and his lips were so dry that they had begun to crack. He was startled, suspecting that something had changed. Bo Ye Jingxing's lips trembled, and his right hand gripped his shoulder tightly, unable to speak for a long time.

Jiang Qingliu understood that suspicion was futile, so he immediately memorized the acupoints. Bo Ye Jingxing, without saying a word, took off his own shirt and then placed Jiang's left hand on his Renying and Quepen acupoints.

Jiang Qingliu was at a loss for understanding, yet he observed his lips rapidly drying up, resembling a flower deprived of water

Bohong Jingxing shook his head, still buried under the covers in deep sleep

Jiang Qingliu instructed Cui Xue to watch the hospital entrance only after he finished eating, and no one was seen in the afternoon

As soon as he spoke, Old Lady Jiang's expression improved somewhat: "What is the matter with you? How could you suddenly lose your composure for no reason?"

Jiang Qingliu is the son of Jiang Linghe and the beloved grandson of Old Madam Jiang, which is why he is greatly favored by her. They often share a close bond. This casual conversation lasted for a full half hour, when suddenly there was a movement behind the curtain, as if the wind had blown through. Jiang Qingliu could only show a weary expression.

Like a flower drained of moisture, a person suffering from addiction will experience a particular lack of water, yet no water can alleviate the body's desiccation

Jiang Qingliu had not yet reacted when he had already crawled over and swiftly stripped off his shirt

Jiang Qingliu woke him up: "Still sleeping, hetushu.com.com you pig!"

Jiang Qingliu helped the frail Ye Jinghang up from the couch, just as he was about to pour a bowl of longevity pills into his mouth, when suddenly his hands were forcefully grasped by someone, and then his entire head was pressed down into the bedding on the bed.

Once he had hidden well, Jiang Qingliu lightly coughed and said, "Come in."

Jiang Qingliu sent Cuixue away, while Bo Ye Jingxing served the dishes and began to eat by himself. Jiang Qingliu, being ill, had a very light meal. It was merely a bowl of porridge and a plate of tofu mixed with some pickled vegetables. However, he ate with great appetite, and before long, he had completely devoured a whole pot of porridge.

After their wedding, Dan Wanchan blushed. Jiang Qingliu had been constantly busy, running around and spending little time with her. Jiang Yintian often blamed her, but the child was not something she could control, so what could she do

Hakuya Yukikage! The sound of Jiang Qingliu was muffled under the quilt. Hakuya Yukikage snorted coldly: "Ignorant child! Back in the day, Jiang Shaosang died from the Burning Heart Palm. Today, I shall also bestow a palm strike upon his grandson, allowing you two generations to meet the same fate!"

Hello..." He frowned, and Haya Yukihiro remained silent. He used a goose quill to mark a route map of the energy meridian points on Jiang Qingliu: "This way of channeling internal energy will prevent further damage to the meridians"

As the bowl of soup was finished, Shan Wanchan helped Jiang Qingliu rinse his mouth with water. Jiang Qingliu wanted to share some heartfelt words with her, but unfortunately, there was someone eavesdropping behind the curtain. He could only pat the back of Shan Wanchan's hand and said, "Once I recover, we should have a child."

Dan Wanchan lowered her head, and Jiang Qingliu could only prop himself up: "Grandmother! She is the wife whom I have married according to the proper rites, and it would be a blessing for the Jiang family if we could be a bit closer."

Bohong Jingxing was about to lick the plate clean: "Can you guarantee that no one will come in within an hour?"

It was only until noon that Cui Xue brought lunch over, that he finally woke up

Dan Wan Chan was somewhat reluctant to leave: "I just came back from great-grandmother's place." She blushed, resting her head in Jiang Qing Liu's palm. Her small face, no bigger than a palm, rubbed against his hand, and Jiang Qing Liu felt a bit moved. At that moment, the door creaked open, and Old Madam Jiang walked in.

Upon seeing this, Mrs. Jiang ceased her idle chatter and got up to leave. Naturally, Shan Wanchan followed her out. Once they closed the door, Bo Yejinghang emerged from behind the curtain. He lay on the bed and unexpectedly fell asleep again

For these thirty years, he has survived relying on this thing. Had it not been for his profound internal energy, he would have starved to death long ago

Madam Jiang is not very satisfied with this granddaughter-in-law either. Although her temperament is good, she has not given birth for several years. There are implications in her words: "If you could use some means to ensure that the Jiang family has descendants, I would not say anything. You have been in the Jiang family for five years now, and at my age, I do not know if I can still wait!"

The next morning, Jiang Qingliu was awakened by the sound of knocking at the door, as a servant brought him hot water. He hurriedly shook off Bo Ye Jingxing, who was still sound asleep on his lap. When Bo Ye Jingxing woke up, he was still a bit confused; his eyes were clear and beautiful, and at that moment, the dazed look in them made him appear exceptionally graceful. Upon realizing the situation, he quickly moved to hide behind the curtain.