Bianjing female doctor has a melon-eating system

The little palace maid Liu Yun, who was wearing a double bun, was holding a bowl of soup and followed at the end of the mighty procession of palace maids. She only glanced at the spring scene after the rain, then immediately walked quickly with her head down, passing through the long carved corridor, and stopped in front of the closed door of the main hall.

The leading maid is named Lanchun, and she is also the most senior among the four maids in charge of the East Palace. She cleared her throat: "Your Highness,"

The little palace maid was uneasy

The palace was busy. Concubine Rong's son, the fourth prince, came into the palace to visit.

"Your Majesty, your Majesty gave me a plate of crab apples."

The little palace maid gave her crabapple fruit, saying that it was a reward from the emperor. Concubine Rong was sitting with her sister and son. My sister said that the emperor was very kind to her.

The son said that the emperor did not express his anger at his brother. It seemed that his brother's status in his father's heart was unusual.

Concubine Rong looked at the plate and was shocked.

He led a group of people to the East Palace to visit the prince.

I saw the hostess serving tea and water.

"In the land of barbarians, it is indeed Meng Lang. He actually blasphemed this prince in front of everyone."

, the male protagonist was so angry that he coughed, and he punished her to be his servant.

The heroine met the hero while eating secretly and pulled off his pants.

Holding a plate of purple crab apples, I walked through the long agarwood-carved corridor and walked to the small attic at the end that was wrapped in large double-petaled peach blossoms.

Before she could lightly knock on the door, a pair of slender white hands opened the door to the small attic.

The little girl was on duty for the first time today. She didn't dare to look up, but unexpectedly saw a pair of exquisite little feet. She is fair and delicate, and her nails are dyed the red of impatiens.

A plump fruit covered with fruit frost was picked up.

The little girl heard a chuckle and boldly looked up. The woman in front of her looked like a fairy who had fallen from the sky. Her eyes were sleepy but charming in every possible way. Her temples were slightly messy but touching, her long hair was like ink and scattered on her shoulders. Her clothes were half unbuttoned and her shoulders were half exposed.

"Girl, this is the crabapple fruit that Mr. Zhou asked someone to bring from the south."

"Master Zhou?"

"Girl Hui, he is the eldest son of Jingzhao Prefecture."

"Oh, that silly young master." Qinghe smiled softly and threw the fruit back on the white jade plate.

"There is a lot of new green on the branches, and a few reds are hidden deep in the little buds. Don't spit out your love, and teach the peaches and plums to make spring breeze." Qinghe took out a handkerchief from the brocade long sleeve, wiped his hands carefully, He threw the veil on the plate of crabapple fruits.

"This fruit is too sour and I don't like it. You can take it and share it with others."

"Girl?" The little girl called out weakly in confusion.

"Haha, it's okay." Qing He covered his mouth and smiled, but there was no smile in his eyes.

Before the little girl could answer, Qinghe turned around and entered the small attic. "Begonias are beautiful, but the fruit is very sour. In comparison, I prefer peach blossoms. Although the world says that peach blossoms are flimsy and unsympathetic, what cannot be refuted is that they also have a free and easy desolate beauty."

The moment Qinghe closed the door, the little girl saw the glint in her eyes.

The little girl shook her head and looked at the exquisite carved wooden door of the small attic with envy.

The largest singing and dancing studio in Lin'an is Changning Square, and the most beautiful dancer in Changning Square is Qinghe. Countless handsome young men from Lin'an Kingdom spent a lot of money just to catch a glimpse of her unparalleled dancing. The good men who came to seek marriage were more infatuated than the last, but she dismissed them all.

The little girl sighed, her heart filled with envy. She gently touched the handkerchief on the plate, on which a little mandarin duck was embroidered with five-color floral thread. In the drizzle, a young man led a handsome piano player into Changning Square.

The violinist was in ragged clothes, pale and sickly. The most precious thing in his body was the mottled guqin. The boy in charge of purchasing happened to meet him. Thinking that there was still a vacancy for a guqin master in Changningfang, he took him back when he saw how pitiful he was.

The shop owner called her Aunt Yue, and she felt very unhappy when she saw that the servant had brought back a sick young man. He scolded the boy and glared at the piano player from time to time.

The violinist covered his mouth and coughed twice, then sat on the floor and set up the guqin. The flowing clouds and flowing water are completed in one breath, and the song "Autumn Moon in the Han Palace" is played to make people cry. Aunt Yue decided to keep the violinist on the spot and ordered someone to take good care of him.

The girls in Changningfang each have their own strengths, and each of them only has one talent that they are good at. Qinghe's dance is the most beautiful, but her piano is the worst in the studio. Aunt Yue worried a lot about this. In order to let Qinghe's piano skills be good, she found many piano teachers. The new piano player is the best, and Aunt Yue plans to let him teach Qinghe.

Qinghe can play the piano, although he is not a perfect piano player, he can barely listen. She didn't want to learn the piano, and she didn't want the sound to be tainted with luxury.

So when the violinist taught Qinghe for the first time, she sneaked away.

The double-petaled peach blossoms behind the small attic were dazzlingly red. Qinghe wore a red dress, found a low peach tree, climbed up and sat on the branch. The two are integrated into one, which cannot be found without looking carefully.

Aunt Yue couldn't find Qinghe, so she had no choice but to let the piano master go to rest. Of course, the violinist was very happy and found a leisurely place with his piano on his back. The place he went to was the peach blossom forest behind the small attic, and the place he sat was exactly under the tree where Qinghe sat.

The violinist was playing the piano, and before he finished the song, he heard a sweet laugh. A handkerchief fell down and fell into the luthier's arms.

The violinist looked up and saw Qinghe leaning on the tree and smiling at him. "Sir, he is the new violinist. He is a very good student."

The violinist blushed and said, "Girl, please don't...don't embarrass me."

Qinghe smiled and said teasingly: "Sir, please don't be humble. None of the girls in Changningfang can compare to you."

The violinist looked at her with shame and anger.

"Haha, sir, please don't stare at me like this, I'm afraid he will like me."

The violinist hurriedly looked away.

"Sir, you are shy." Qinghe snickered, "I am the student that you want to teach. I am Qinghe. Sir, we have a long way to go."

Qinghe jumped down slightly, looked at the piano master and said with a smile: "It's our first time meeting you, sir, would you like to break some peach blossoms for me?"

The piano master thought over and over again and picked the best large-petaled peach blossom for her.

Qinghe took it with both hands and murmured: "Sir, he forgot."

"Thank you, sir." Qinghe said quickly. The violinist was in a daze and looked at her blankly.

Qinghe smiled, looked at him tenderly, and said, "The flowers Mr. picked are beautiful."

After only two days, the peach blossoms in the vase were showing signs of decline. Qinghe reached out and tapped the few remaining petals, and said softly: "What a pity."

There were wisps of piano music drifting in, and what was playing was Oulu Wangji. The sound of the piano is indifferent, but it is mixed with endless sadness and is very strange.

After listening to half a stick of incense, Qinghe finally couldn't bear it anymore. She put on a gauze coat and walked out following the sound of the piano.

It was a peach forest with pink and white flowers. Qinghe saw the piano player leaning against the roots of the old peach tree at a glance. He wore a simple gray robe, and his hair was long and untied, hanging down to the ground.

There is no wind, and the petals fall slowly, fluttering like a butterfly with broken wings.

As he got closer, Qinghe saw clearly that his eyes were tightly closed. Frowning his eyebrows and pursed his lips,