The Koi Wife of the Prime Minister

It caused her whole body to tremble slightly, like ripples on the surface of a lake.

After Song Yunfeng finished speaking, he slowly loosened his arms around her, moved his feet slightly on the soft soil, and took a step back, with an imperceptible lingering feeling in his movements. A subtle feeling seemed to be permeating the air, waiting to be captured and interpreted.

Behind Shen Yan, the sound of footsteps was like falling leaves gently brushing through the quiet night, as if someone was tiptoeing and groping forward in the darkness. In the dead of night, who was it that quietly stepped out of the door?

Was it the thief who took advantage of the night to plot something bad? Or was it really the ghost in the rumors, tapping its toes and floating like a ghost? Shen Yan's hair stood up involuntarily. Although she had been educated in materialistic thinking since she was a child, she had experienced the wonder of time travel. How could she conclude that it was impossible for her to encounter a ghost?

The two of them hid tacitly under the dense shade of the trees. Song Yunfeng had sharp eyes and peeked ahead in the sparse moonlight. The mysterious black shadow stood there quietly without any movement, like a watchman in the night.

Just as Song Yunfeng was thinking and preparing to pick up the stone at his feet to investigate, the black shadow seemed to sense something and took a few steps forward on its own initiative. With a barely perceptible tremor in his voice, he called softly, "Lin boy? Yanyan?" This familiar voice instantly dispelled all doubts and fears.

The two of them felt relieved and walked out slowly from behind the tree, still holding tightly the kettle and hoe in their hands. Shen Yan whispered with a hint of blame, but more of worry: "Mom, what are you doing out here at this hour? You really scared us."

Zhao still had a trace of shock on her face, and she did not say a word about her fear and anxiety at night. In this endless darkness, any unknown object could easily arouse her deep worry about the disappearance of her child.

On the way home, Shen Yan collapsed on the bed exhausted as soon as he stepped into the room, humming a slightly playful tune: "Dongdong is a coward. He is afraid of wind, thunder and rain. He met a monster in the middle of the night and the four triangles behaved strangely. Grandpa laughed when he heard the sound. He led Dongdong to catch the monster, but he accidentally bumped into the clothes hanger and his hat fell all over the floor." The tune was lighthearted, but it faintly revealed a state of mind that was unknown to outsiders.

Faced with this scene, Song Yunfeng was speechless for a moment. He just listened quietly, feeling mixed emotions.

Shen Yan sighed and said slowly: "There are no ghosts in the world. Ghosts are created in the heart." These words seemed to be directed at Song Yunfeng, but also seemed to be directed at himself, and contained a profound philosophy.

Song Yunfeng remained silent, but his heart was filled with indescribable emotions.

"Are there really no ghosts? But I've heard that some people are haunted by ghosts in their dreams." He asked back softly, with a hint of curiosity and inquiry in his voice.

Upon hearing this, Shen Yan sneered, "You also believe these nonsense? That's just self-intimidation by people with a guilty conscience. If there really are ghosts in the world... Even if there are, I have a clear conscience, so why should I be afraid? People with a righteous spirit are naturally immune to ghosts and evil spirits."

"Asleep!" As soon as the words fell, Shen Yan turned over and fell asleep quietly, leaving behind a peaceful scene.

Song Yunfeng looked at Shen Yan's peaceful sleeping face, and couldn't help but smile. For her straightforwardness and frankness, his heart was filled with not only admiration, but also an indescribable strange emotion. This was not the first time they were so close. The girl's soft body seemed to have no weight, and every contact made his heart surge with strange ripples.

As the night deepened, Song Yunfeng fell into the ocean of dreams again. When the first rays of morning light penetrated the mist, he was already quietly washing clothes in the house. In order to avoid being discovered by Aunt Zhao who got up early, he chose to complete this work quietly indoors. He thought his actions were secretive, but he never expected that Shen Yan would wake up unexpectedly early today, breaking the usual tranquility.

"What are you doing? You haven't fully recovered yet. Who allowed you to wash clothes? I'm here, mother is here, even Yuanyuan can help. How can it be the turn of a patient like you to do it yourself?" Shen Yan said as he quickly got out of bed, trying to stop him.

Song Yunfeng dodged left and right, an embarrassed blush appeared on his face, and he seemed at a loss when facing Shen Yan's questioning.

When Shen Yan saw this, her sharp eyes immediately caught the piece of clothing in his hand and frowned slightly: "I, I'm just sweating a little." There was a bit of anxiety in Song Yunfeng's words, and he almost wanted to grow more hands to cover up the embarrassment.

As a doctor, Shen Yan was well aware of this kind of situation. She pretended to be relaxed and said, "Oh, it's normal, it's a normal phenomenon." As she spoke, she glanced at his bed casually, and an inexplicable complex emotion surged in her heart. It's time to draw a clear line!

After Yige's high fever subsided, it never came back. After waking up, he seemed extremely excited, thinking that his legs would soon be able to run again. Although he couldn't feel any changes yet, Shen Yan had to patiently explain it to him again.

Jiang Zhen, who was standing by, held the charcoal pencil tightly and quickly wrote down the treatment plan: "The plaster needs to be fixed for 20 days. Even after it is removed, you cannot walk immediately. You also need to use medicinal baths and acupuncture to gradually dredge the meridians and help the leg nerves recover slowly. This process may take about a month. Don't be impatient. If you move around casually, it may affect the recovery effect."

After hearing this, Yi Ge'er nodded sensibly: "I understand, sister-in-law, I will definitely listen to you. But, I have to trouble mother with Yuanbao's matter."

"Mom, you must make sure it eats enough!" He repeatedly reminded Aunt Zhao, his eyes full of worry and expectation.

Seeing this, Shen Yan suddenly felt playful and deliberately teased, "What a hassle, why not just let it eat it directly."

"Ah? It's still so small!" Yige'er widened his eyes in surprise.

"Roast suckling pig is the most delicious." Shen Yan added seriously, with a mischievous gleam in his eyes.

Yi Ge'er was stunned for a long while, but he finally suppressed his reluctance and stammered, "If sister-in-law really wants to eat it, then, then eat it. But can you roast it away from me? I, I don't want to smell that smell."

"Puchi!" Shen Yan laughed out loud: "How could I eat your brother!"

Suddenly, the whole house was filled with joyful laughter, and the smiles of the family were as warm and bright as the sun. Yi Ge'er also scratched his head foolishly and joined in the wave of joy.

At this time, Yuanyuan gently pulled Shen Yan's sleeve, with an unprecedented firmness in her eyes: "Sister-in-law, I want to learn medicine from you."

"Have you thought it through?" Shen Yan asked seriously.

Yuanyuan nodded vigorously, with a determined look in her eyes: "I have thought it through. As long as my sister-in-law doesn't despise me for being stupid and is willing to teach me, I will never give up."