Liu Lang stood up in a somewhat embarrassed manner and looked at Cheng Jiaoniang with an expression of shock and anger.
"You, you." He stuttered twice as if unable to speak.
Cheng Jiaoniang looked at him and suddenly laughed, her smile getting bigger and bigger, and she stretched out her hand to cover her mouth.
Her smiles in the past were shallow, and the smile could be seen on her face, but there was no smile in her eyes.
At this moment, the girl's eyes were curved, and the eyes that people did not dare to look at in the past became less compelling. Instead, the long eyelashes were particularly conspicuous, trembling slightly with her smile, like butterfly wings.
As the colorful butterfly wings flapped, the young man's face gradually turned red, and he felt his heart beating like a drum.
It's a pity that I laughed silently and still didn't recover.
He is already so vicious before he is cured. When he grows up, he will still be a monster!
Zhou Lang stood up and strode away.
After hearing what Zhou Lang said, Qin Langjun laughed.
Laughter filled the hall.
The young man's smile is as clear as a spring. I wonder what her smile will be like if she recovers.
Her voice is hoarse. Is it because she is born stupid and cannot be changed? Or can it be cured?
Stupidity can be cured, and the voice will definitely get better. Just like being unable to walk at first, it gradually gets better at this time.
Wait, will the voice be the same as that of my aunt?
He had no impression of his aunt's smile, or her voice...
"Rokuro, come to my aunt..."
After someone hit his arm, Zhou Lang came to his senses and looked at Qin Langjun in front of him.
"I'm asking you something." Qin Langjun said.
"What?" Zhou Lang said slightly uncomfortably.
Qin Langjun looked at him and smiled.
"Are you going? Go and ask her what kind of medicine she gave you?" he said with a meaningful look on his face.
Mr. Zhou did not go home directly after leaving Cheng Jiaoniang's house, but went to Liu Xiaoli's house again.
People kept coming to visit the Liu family's small house, and the house was a bit messy.
"What are you busy with? It's such a mess? It feels like the sky is falling."
"It's not like the sky is falling."
"Yesterday, Dr. Li sued the Liu family in front of the Queen Mother, saying that they had insulted the doctor and were making trouble to return home. The Queen Mother was not very happy and called the emperor."
"What did the emperor say?"
"What can I say? I am suddenly seriously ill and I am very anxious. It is inevitable that I will be rude. Let Dr. Li take more care of me."
"Does Dr. Li take care of it?"
"No, Dr. Li didn't know what happened this time. He just got into a fight with the emperor and refused to come to see Liu Xiaoli again."
"Then isn't your Majesty anxious?"
"Your Majesty is anxious, but the Queen Mother seems to favor Dr. Li, saying that even if the illness is urgent, she cannot take it out on the doctor..."
When Mr. Zhou heard this, he snorted in his heart. It seemed that Mr. Liu was really unlucky.
He straightened his clothes, said hello to the officials chatting there, and followed him to Xiaoli Liu.
In just two days, there was a faint smell in Xiaoli Liu's room.
But for people who have no sense other than the ability to rotate their necks, this is inevitable.
Master Zhou stood in front of the couch and looked at Liu Xiaoli on the couch.
He was a military attache and had little contact with civilian officials like Liu Xiaoli. What's more, Liu Xiaoli himself was low-key, which was completely opposite to his old Shaanzhou Zhou behavior, and there was no interaction with him.
Mr. Zhou couldn't even remember what Liu Xiaoli looked like originally, but he also knew that he would never look like the person sitting on the bed now.
His face was sallow, and his originally thin face became thinner and thinner, as if sticking to the bones, his cheeks were sunken, his beard was dry, his eyes were dull, and although his saliva stopped flowing, there seemed to be a whistling sound in his throat.
Mr. Zhou felt a chill in his heart.
From the time she learned that Liu Xiaoli had taken action to the time she killed him, it only took the woman ten days.
Ten days, if it were me, dealing with a civil servant, it would take ten days to think about it, let alone how many days it would take from thinking about arrangements to success, even one year would be a miracle.
As the madam said, there is really no good thing to do when meeting this woman.
Fortunately, fortunately, I didn't really rob this woman of her property.
Not bad, not bad, everything happened in time.
Liu Xiaoli woke up at this moment and turned his head hard when he noticed someone in front of him, his eyes confused for a while.
Has his memory also faded? Why can't he recognize the person in front of him?
"Master Liu." Master Zhou looked at the old man, leaned down, and said in a low voice with a respectful expression, "I am Zhou Yue."
Zhou Yue? Who is it?
Mr. Zhou leaned down again, so that no one else except Liu Xiaoli could see his expression.
"It's you who take care of me, Guide Lang Zhou Yue." He said, with a smile on his lips.
Liu Xiaoli's eyes suddenly widened and he made a hehe sound in his mouth.
"My lord, my lord." Mr. Zhou stretched out his hand to hold Xiaoli Liu's hand, his voice seemed to be choked, "Don't be anxious, don't worry, you are considerate and considerate of me, I will remember it deeply in your heart, don't worry, you will be well."
to recuperate.”
His hand firmly held Liu Xiaoli's immovable hand.
Everyone in the room looked moved and sad. No one noticed the anger, fear and despair in Liu Xiaoli's eyes until Mr. Zhou followed everyone out.
"Why did the master faint again?"
The girls shouted one after another.
Everyone in the Liu family gathered around, crying and shouting. It took a while for Principal Liu to wake up. After waking up, he immediately opened his mouth to speak urgently. Unfortunately, he was unable to speak clearly, and it took a while for the family members to hear him clearly.
"Hurry up and go."
Walk?
The family members looked puzzled.
Why are you leaving? Where are you going?
I must be sick and feel that my future is hopeless, and I am worried about the future of my children and descendants.
When people are really sick, they have random thoughts.
"Don't worry, sir, you can't be anxious." The family members said with tears and smiles, "Our family is fine. The eldest brother and the second brother have received the news and are coming back. The third brother and the fourth brother will be compensated by the court.
You have worked diligently for so many years and yet you fell ill in the palace. Your Majesty is kind and will not ignore our family."
Liu Xiaoli struggled more and more fiercely, and his speech became increasingly unclear.
Don't come back, go away, go away!
Cheng Jiaoniang was not surprised by Liu Lang's return. Maybe she was, but she couldn't see anything on her face anyway.
The maid pushed over two cups of tea.
"Sixth Young Master, it's still that kind of tea. Would you like some plain water?" she asked with a smile.
Zhou Lang picked it up and drank it in one gulp.
Qin Langjun ate slowly with a smile.
"What kind of tea is this?" he asked.
"Concentrate your mind and nourish your brain, soothe your heart and nourish your energy." Cheng Jiaoniang said.
Saturday Lang looked suspicious, is that all?
"Oh, that's really good tea." Qin Langjun said with a smile, "It's not easy for people to live. They think too much. They really need to take good nourishment and concentrate on meditation."
"You two, don't play riddles with me. What kind of poison is this ghost thing?" Zhou Lang said in a low voice, putting down the tea bowl.
"This thing is not poisonous." Cheng Jiaoniang said.
"Then why did he get wind disease?" Zhou Lang asked with eyes wide open.
"Then you have to ask yourself." Cheng Jiaoniang said, "Sickness comes from the heart, and the only person who can harm him is himself."
"Mr. Liu is too cautious. In fact, you should live a more carefree life in this world. Laugh when you should laugh, cry when you should cry. It is human nature to be happy, angry, sad and angry. Not all crying and laughing are also a kind of happiness.
It's about treating illnesses, but Mr. Liu is really too self-disciplined, and it is inevitable that he will be depressed and frustrated after so many years." Qin Langjun said with a smile.
I am stuck in my heart, and then I use the soothing and nourishing fragrance of ink tea. One side is tight and the other is loose. I am startled, one is exposed, and the other is hidden, and the strings are broken all the time.
Is it that simple?
Listening to the simple and complex words of these two people, Zhou Lang seemed to be in disbelief.
"This is good tea. In order to find out about your father, I bought a lot of it and gave it to everyone in the Zhongshu family of the Political Affairs Hall." Qin Langjun said, "I also kept some specially. Do you want to take it?
Go back to eat?”
Saturday Lang stared at him.
"It doesn't matter to you. Don't be afraid. You have such a bad temper. You jump around and shout at every turn. You wish that everyone in the world would know your joys and sorrows. You will never get wind disease in this life." Qin Langjun said with a smile.
The maid couldn't help but cover her mouth and laugh.
Saturday Lang rolled up his sleeves and stood up.
"Let's go," he said, striding away without waiting for a response.
Qin Langjun stood up with a smile and walked to the door to get in the car, but saw that Liu Lang stopped his horse and refused to leave.
"What's wrong?" Qin Langjun asked.
Liu Lang glanced at Cheng Jiaoniang's courtyard door which had been closed and said nothing.
"No rush, no rush." Qin Langjun understood and said with a smile, lowering the car curtain.
Carriages and horses drove into the lively and noisy streets.
The streets are still bustling with people talking, laughing, singing and noisy. For the people in the capital, who is sick, who has died, who has come and who has gone is like a drop of water falling into the river without even a splash.
Compared to the hustle and bustle on the street, Desheng Building was very quiet at this time.
There are no colorful prostitutes on the bridge corridor chatting and entertaining guests, and there are no prostitutes going back and forth to buy wine and greet guests. The prosperity of Desheng Tower is only visible at night.
In a room, behind the curtain, the back of a slender woman is sitting. She seems to have not yet been washed, her black hair is hanging down, she is only wearing obscene clothes, and her fair and thin shoulders are exposed. Just looking at this back makes people feel pity.
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At this moment her body was shaking slightly.
"Sure enough, sure enough, are you serious?" A voice like an oriole sounded in the room.
"Sister, it's serious! The man named Liu has a wind disease. No one can cure it, so he can only wait to die."
A little girl emerged from inside, holding a bronze mirror. She knelt down with an excited expression and said through gritted teeth.
The mirror reflected a face as beautiful as a flower. She was sixteen or seventeen years old, with skin that could be broken by a blow. At this time, no makeup was applied, and her autumn-like eyes were sparkling with tears, making people intoxicated at just one glance.
"Oh.."
The beauty covered her face with her hands and cried.
"Dad, mother, this day has finally come."
The crying sound reached outside the door. A little girl about ten years old holding a copper basin stopped and hesitated for a moment. The crying inside not only continued, but became louder and louder. Finally, the two of them seemed to hold each other's arms and cry.
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The little girl tilted her head as if confused. She hesitated and put her ear close to the door. Before she could hear a few words, she heard someone shouting from behind.
"Chun Ling!"
The little girl was startled and turned around to see a yawning and disheveled prostitute.
"Sister, what are your orders?" she asked respectfully with a smile.
"Have you washed yourself, Miss Zhu?" the prostitute asked.
"Not yet." The little girl said hurriedly. Without waiting for the prostitute to speak again, she hurriedly said, "Sister Mei, I will go and make another pot for you."
The prostitute nodded with some satisfaction.
"Okay, go ahead. I like how smart you are. When the time comes, tell mom, come and follow me." She said, looking at the little girl with a smile, "You are quite handsome, teach me well."
It’s not bad at all.”
The little girl thanked her with a grateful expression. When the prostitute came into the room with a yawn, she raised her head and there was no smile on her face, instead there was a bit of disdain.
"With you..." She said to herself, curled her lips, and looked towards the door where the crying sound came from.
No matter where you are, if you want to follow others, you must follow others, and if you want to do something, you must be superior to others.
Only in this way can we have the opportunity to let those people who once looked down on us and disdain us get retribution and make them regret it.
Not only for myself, but also for my sister.
The little girl bit her lip, her eyes shining a little brightly. (To be continued)
