Flourishing age's Medical concubine

But even so, young master Xiange still has a good reputation in the Jianghu. He is handsome and elegant. He is proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. His medical skills are like gods. There are as many people who like him as those who hate him in the Jianghu. But few people dare to really get along with him. When people live in the world, they always need a doctor, don't they? Moreover, a doctor with divine medical skills is by no means what ordinary people want to provoke.

"Young master, are you in a bad mood tonight? But the sisters' songs and dances make you despise him?" beside Xian Ge, there is a beautiful woman in colorful clothes. Emei is light and beautiful. It is the Huakui Liuyun in the spring breeze Pavilion.

Xiange shook her head and sighed: "my little girl was robbed by a wild man. Where can I be in a good mood?"

Liuyun was stunned. Obviously, he didn't expect that childe Xiange would have someone to worry about. It is well known that Xiange has no father and no mother. I don't know the origin of the school. I didn't expect to have a family.

"Is it the childe's sister? Apart from us who have fallen into the dust, it's natural for girls to have a husband's family when their parents are old. This is a happy event. Why don't you give up?" Liuyun smiled.

The string song frowned and sighed, "even so, I don't like that man very much. What can I do?"

Liuyun covered his lips and said with a smile, "by means of the childe, people who are not pleasing to the eyes of the childe will be in bad luck. Liuyun really envies your sister. You have a good brother like the childe." although he said so, if you don't really love your sister, how can you pick and dislike your future brother-in-law? When I think of my life experience and loneliness, there is a bit more bitterness in Liuyun's smile.

String song put down the wine glass and said with an indifferent smile: "although there are many means, it can not be used at any time." if Wei Junmo dies, the girl must be distressed. Besides, Wei Junmo is not so easy to die. Young master Xiange has some regrets. Although it seemed that he had the upper hand in those days, Xiange also knew that if Wei Junmo really regarded him as an enemy, he would have at least three chances to kill him. It's just to bear it for flawless face. Think so... It seems that Wei Junmo is not so bad.

"Don't mention these troubles. Shall I play the piano for Liuyun?"

"It's lucky for Liuyun to hear the childe's song."

Soon a maid sent a yaoqin. String song got up and sat upright. After burning incense and cleaning his hands, he gently twisted the string, and a faint sound flowed out of his fingers.

The lobby, which was still noisy, gradually quieted down, and even the dancer downstairs stopped dancing.

The sound of string songs is very much like his people, floating out of the dust, simple and distant. Like the deep mountains and cold pools, like the clear sky and bright moon, like the deep flow of a quiet night, it seems to be outside the world of mortals, but it seems to contain countless mortal suffering. This kind of music would never appear in the brothel with noisy song and dance and wine fragrance. But when the piano sound flowed out of his fingertips, the whole noisy building seemed empty and quiet for a moment.

Nangong Mo once said: elder martial brother's piano sound is very similar to his appearance, but it is quite different from his character. It's hard to believe why a man with a black stomach like Mr. Xiange could play such a piano sound, which is completely beyond the scope of technology. In the end, it can only be concluded that perhaps the elder martial brother also has a past that he can't talk to others.

Liuyun sat next to him, listening to the music of string songs, looking at the handsome and dusty man in front of him. I don't know when a line of crystal tears have fallen on his face.

She couldn't help thinking of the pain and struggle of falling into the dust these years, and even began to resent her parents who sold herself into brothels. But in the end, I couldn't help but think of the happy and carefree life at home when I was young, the bent back of my parents pressed by poverty and the eyes of eternal fatigue and hardship. And finally... The ashamed eyes of the father and the crying of the mother when they were separated, and the back of the last two people staggering away

For a long time, the sound of the piano fell slowly, and the whole lobby was still quiet. Xiange looked down at her fingertips for a long time, sighed, looked at the flowing clouds wiping tears, smiled apologetically, "sorry, I'm not in a good mood recently."

"I have to hear a song from the childe. Liuyun doesn't dare to play the piano in this life." for a long time, Liuyun sighed and whispered.

The string song was helpless and said softly, "the piano sound of Liuyun is also excellent."

Liuyun shook his head and smiled bitterly. He said faintly, "the piano is a ritual instrument. This vulgar place of the brothel should not have a pure sound." after listening to such a song, how many girls in the building will be unable to sleep at night and cry until dawn tonight. No, maybe they don't even have the qualification to cry alone. They can only swallow their tears silently in their hearts. But... Still looking forward to hearing such a song. Liuyun glanced lightly at the man in white in front of him and said, "it's really worthy of its name to see that the childe has been wrong for life."

"Hee hee, the young master of Xiange is charming and famous all over the world. Today, he really deserves his reputation." a clear and smiling voice came from upstairs. When they both looked back, they saw a young man in white leaning against the railing and smiling at them. Beside the boy, there was a young man in black royal clothes. Liuyun only felt that the man was very handsome, but his eyes hung slightly and he couldn't see the look on his face. The young man leaned against the man with a smiling face. His face was carved with powder and jade, like a fairy boy from heaven. It's also white. Wearing it on the string song has the meaning of relegating immortals to the dust, but wearing it on the young man is handsome and romantic, which is desirable. Is there such a delicate and beautiful boy in the world? Liuyun was surprised that the man in black and the chord song were all very good-looking men, but the Junya of the string song childe and the Junting indifference of the man in black were quite different from the boy. Even if such facial features grow on a woman's face, they are also a beautiful beauty, and there will be no contradiction at all.

When the boy walked into Liuyun, he couldn't help realizing it. Where is a teenager, this is clearly a girl disguised as a man. But from beginning to end, no one found out how such two excellent characters entered the spring breeze Pavilion.

Some looked back at Xiange in surprise, but saw Xiange childe's eyes slightly narrowed, sword eyebrows slightly picked, and some helpless way: "what are you doing here?"

Youth - nature is Nangong mo. Nangong Mo opened the folding fan in his hand, covered half of his face, and said with a smile: "brother, can you come, can't we come? Naturally, I've come to find it. I've heard that... Young master Xiange is a regular guest in the brothel. Why don't you patronize Yingxiu building?" young master Xiange got up reluctantly and asked Liuyun, "is there a quiet place to talk to us?"

Liuyun said with a smile, "of course there are. Please three."

Liuyun is a woman who knows how to be measured. Most brothel women are good at dancing, while most famous prostitutes are arrogant. But Liuyun can see her identity very clearly. Like many women, she admires childe Xiange, but she never thought they would have results, and she never thought she would be different from other women. So after leading the three into an empty wing room, they got up and left without singing.