Long Sword and Jun Wu

Chapter 24 Flawless
Gongsun Ling knew that he had seen through his disguise, and knew that he was teasing him without winking, so yesterday he called him a lady one by one.Smiling nonchalantly, she walked to the chair cushion next to Ying Wuming, and sat down chicly with a flick of her clothes.

"Very good, Mr. Wuming or Mr. Wuxia?" A servant in the distance brought hot tea, Gongsun Ling drank it leisurely, looked at Ying Wuming, and gently teased back.

Ying Wuming smiled faintly, took a sip from the cup, and said slowly: "How can a person like me be qualified to have the word "flawless". "
Gongsun Ling listened to his lonely tone and looked at him puzzled.That look seemed to be asking, "You can't be called flawless even if you are such a peerless and elegant person, who else has such qualifications?"

Received Gongsunling's doubts, Ying Wuming didn't hide it, holding a teacup and said: "On the day Wuming was born, a hundred flowers bloomed in the courtyard, and my father and mother were very happy to see the child carved like jade. A hundred-day banquet was held in the manor, and all the relatives and friends from all corners of the country were invited. The relatives and friends who were invited looked at me and were all amazed. Since then, he named me Ying Wuxia."
Gongsun Ling nodded, feeling that he really lived up to his name.

"Then, why do you think you can't be called by that name?"
Ying Wuming put down the teacup, lightly plucked the strings again, lowered his eyes, and said, "Three years ago, Wuming did something that he was ashamed of. Abandon it and rename yourself to be nameless.

After a pause, his fingers quickly slid across the strings, and he said hoarsely: "A wolf-hearted person like me should have no name."
Gongsun Ling was taken aback, feeling that she should not have done so, she hurriedly said to Ying Wuming: "I'm sorry, Mr. Ying, I shouldn't ask too much."
Ying Wuming was indifferent, just smiled and said nothing.

Gongsun Ling hurriedly changed the subject, looked at Ying Wuming and smiled slightly: "Young Master Ying, my father has practiced medicine for many years and is quite famous in Hangzhou Mansion. I have been familiar with it since I was a child, and I also know a little bit about medical skills. I think you have an injury on your leg, Mr. Ying." , if you don't mind, young master, would you like me to take your pulse?"
Ying Wuming said: "Oh? It turns out that after Mrs. Gongsun is a famous doctor, you might as well give it a try." He extended his right hand to Gongsun Ling.

Gongsun Ling stretched out two fingers to touch Ying Wuming's pulse, and said: "I can't talk about a famous doctor, it's just a general injury, it should not trouble me." Then he took Ying Wuming's pulse carefully.

After a while, Gongsun Ling withdrew his hand, with a troubled expression on his face, Ying Wuming was calm and calm, and did not rush to ask how Gongsun Ling was injured?Just pick up the teacup and sip it lightly.

"Looking at the pulse, it should be that the two acupoints, the upper center of the Du Meridian and the Mingmen, have been injured, resulting in inconvenient movement of the lower body. The injury has lasted for a long time, at least a year. It seems that the injury was not serious at that time! Who is it? To be able to play so hard."
Ying Wuming looked at Gongsunling, smiled lightly and said, "It also hurt the Sanjiao Yu and Qi Haishu on the Foot Taiyang Meridian, resulting in pain and weakness in the joints where the ischium and meridians pass, and need to use wormwood fire moxibustion every five days, and also take decoction conditioning."
Gongsunling was startled slightly, blushed and said, "Master Ying himself is also knowledgeable in medicine, but Gongsunling is beyond his control." She smiled wryly in her heart, thankfully she didn't say that her father was a genius doctor, otherwise she would be ashamed.

Ying Wuming said indifferently, "You have become a doctor after a long time of injury, just know a thing or two, Miss Gongsun, don't worry about it."
Gongsun Ling immediately refused to accept it and said: "I am not very good at medicine, but my sister Gongsun Wan is different. She is a high-achieving student of "Thousand Gold Valley". If you find her, you must let her come over to treat you, Mr. Ying. "
Ying Wuming heard the word "Thousand Gold Valley", and finally there was a rippling on his indifferent face. He looked at Gongsun Ling, as if he was judging whether the words were true or not. After a while, he adjusted his expression and said, "That's it, then There is Mrs. Lao Gongsun."
"Okay." Gongsun Ling solemnly promised.

Ying Wuming returned to his usual indifference.Embarrassed, Gongsun Ling changed the subject again, looked at the short pair next to Ying Wuming, and asked, "There is a piano on it, but why does it look different, it seems wider than yours? "

Ying Wuming looked at it, "That's a harp, it's a bit different from the qin, usually the second brother is playing it."
As he said that, he looked at Gongsun Ling, and said with a smile, "Do you want to play the qin and se to accompany you as a dancer? You are not very good at medicine, but I saw yesterday that you are absolutely brilliant when it comes to dancing, Mrs. Gongsun."
Gongsun Ling was overjoyed upon hearing that, the main purpose of her coming here was to dance with Ying Wuming's music.Nodding hurriedly, he said, "That's very good, but who will play that se?"
As soon as the voice fell, a person came out from the corner and asked: "Seeing that you two are having a good conversation, what are you talking about?" It was Ye Pianzhou.

Gongsun Ling stood up and nodded in salute: "Senior Ye."
"Miss Gongsun, you don't need to be too polite." Ye Pianzhou sat down on the side of the low table where the se was placed, and immediately a servant brought hot tea.

"Miss Gongsun's dancing skills are superb, would my second brother play a piece with Wuming and enjoy her dancing together?"

Ye Pianzhou put down the teacup and said, "Oh! It turns out that Ye Ji has such a blessing today. It's great. Which piece is the lady Gongsun good at dancing?"

Gongsun Ling said: "Master Ying, let's decide!"
Ying Wuming pondered for a while, and said, "Then let's do "Moonlight Night on the Spring River"."
Gongsun Ling walked to the center of the open space, the sound of the qin and zither mingled with the spring breeze, and Gongsun Ling's clothes also swayed lightly.

"The tide of the Spring River is even with the sea level, and the bright moon on the sea is born together with the tide.

Twinkling twinkling with the waves for thousands of miles, where is the spring river without moonlight. .』

Even in men's clothing, Gongsun Ling still perfectly interprets the beauty and tenderness of a woman with her gestures.

"The generations of life are endless, and Jiang Yue's looks are similar year after year.

I don't know who Jiang Yue is waiting for, but I see the Yangtze River sending water. 』

In the hazy silence, Gongsun Ling shakes down and fills the garden with lovesickness. That lonely figure coexists with Piao Miao and disappears with the flowing water.

Pei Min, who had just packed his bags and was about to say goodbye to his master, heard the beautiful and ethereal sound of the piano as soon as he stepped into the back garden, and then saw Gongsun Ling dancing gracefully.This is not the first time he has seen Gongsun Ling dance, but it is the first time he has seen a cold and empty dance.Among the white clothes fluttering, that back, seems to have endless bitterness and loneliness.

"At this time, we look at each other but don't hear each other. May the moonlight shine on you."

The swan geese fly long and light, and the fish and dragons dive into the water to write. 』

In the boundless and boundless world, Gongsun Ling is like a wild goose pacing around.It is also like a dragon swimming in the imaginary sea, shuttling among the world of mortals.She leaped through the void and pierced through reincarnation, but she couldn't find the world that belonged to her.

"The slanting moon sinks and hides the sea fog, and the Jieshi Xiaoxiang has infinite roads.

I don't know how many people will return to the good moon, but the falling moon is full of trees in the river. 』

As the melody gradually stopped, a tear fell into the dust, turned into a cloud, and floated in the misty sky.

　Flowers and Moons in the Spring River for collection
　　
　
(End of this chapter)