The Holy Hand Medical Concubine

Hey, it's not that he doesn't cherish the hard-won Baibu Huanyanghua, but...

Under my knees, there is only one child, Qingjiu, who is still obedient and has a good cultivation base. As for the others...

From the corner of Master Qing's eyes, he glanced at the sons and daughters who looked unhappy, and shook his head helplessly.

It is estimated that in their hearts, they wished that Qingjiu would die early and be reborn sooner, so that there would be one less brother who would compete with them for the position of Patriarch.

"Father, look at what you said. It's not a child who wants to cause trouble. It's really... You said that brother, you know that there are ghost corpses in Qinglong Academy, so why don't you know how to hide? He is clearly..."

"On purpose!" Another man took up the little girl's words.

If Qingjiu didn't do it on purpose, then it was Qinglong Academy's doing it on purpose, deliberately finding a ghost corpse to harm people, just trying to repay the sun with their hundred steps!

"Father, think about it, let alone the Xuanji Continent, I'm afraid it will be difficult to find one in other continents, right? But you have many sons, why bother for the eldest brother, How about giving up such precious medicinal materials?"

"This..." Patriarch Qing hesitated when she heard his words.

He really couldn't let go of taking out the hundred steps to repay Yanghua, but his son's life is also very important, so he really doesn't know how to choose.

However, before he had time to think about whether he should use the hundred steps to return the flowers, he felt a breeze blowing by.

"Ah, you... what are you... ah?!"

The little girl behind Patriarch Qing saw Bei Yehan who was already sitting safely on the main seat, and pointed at him and screamed.

However, the hand that was pointing at Bei Yehan suddenly lost its palm under his icy eyes.

"Ah, ah!"

There were continuous screams, and the head of the Qing family and the people of the Qing family who were present stood around the little girl in panic. Some stopped her bleeding and some stopped her pain.

"you you……"

The little girl turned pale from the pain, but she still wanted to point Bei Yehan with her other uninjured finger, but Patriarch Qing stopped her.

"Enough, isn't it shameful enough?" Patriarch Qing cast a cautious glance at Bei Yehan, scolding her daughter.

"Father, it's obviously him..." The man was unconvinced and wanted to accuse Bei Yehan.

"Shut up!" Patriarch Qing shouted.

Master Mo Shang is in Qinglong Academy, but even Dean Chen has to look at the important person, not something they Qing family can afford.

He knew in his heart that he was destined to suffer today's loss.

"You guys treat Yu'er's wounds."

After explaining a few words briefly, he looked at Beiyehan.

"Master Mo Shang, I don't know how the Qing family offended you. You want to treat my little girl like this?"

Although he was very afraid of Bei Yehan's identity, after all, it was his daughter who was injured, so he couldn't just ask a word, right?

"Patriarch Qing, the girls here also depend on their virtues. Just choose a few good ones. Don't bring those defective products out to meet people next time."

"You..." Patriarch Qing paused, looking at Qionglu who came in with tea from outside.

Why did he say that? What's wrong with his children? What is a defective product.

"My lord, what do you mean by that?"

"My lord, please use it." Qionglu put the teacup in front of Beiyehan before turning to look at Patriarch Qing.