In Desheng Building, Cheng Silang, who was waiting a little anxiously, was pacing back and forth.
"Go and see, why haven't you come yet?" he said.
The attendant hurriedly responded with a yes, and then opened the door. The door was opened, and Miss Zhu, dressed in a rich dress, appeared at the door.
"I didn't know Mr. Cheng was coming. I've been dressing for a long time, so I hope Mr. Cheng will take care of me." She said with a salute.
Cheng Silang returned the gift.
"It's okay." He said, pointing to the small bundle in front of him, "Take this back, I don't want it."
"This is your husband's money." Miss Zhu said.
Cheng Silang shook his head.
"It's not my money," he said.
This is Mrs. Cheng's money.
Miss Zhu lowered her eyes.
"Then the slave is even more unacceptable." She said, "The slave is not worth it."
"This money is not for you either." Cheng Silang said.
Madam Zhu looked up at him with some confusion.
"Whether it's worth it to you or not, the money has nothing to do with you." Cheng Silang said with a slight smile, "My sister spent it on me."
His eyes were full of pride and joy.
They all do this when it comes to that woman.
"Don't think too much about it. Since it's been spent, there's no reason to take it back." Cheng Silang said, smiling again, "Besides, even if I have to pay it back, it's because I earned the money and gave it back to my sister."
Madam Zhu looked at Cheng Silang and smiled.
"It's really enviable to have a brother like Cheng Langjun." She said, tears falling from her eyes, "I originally had a brother, but he died young..."
Cheng Silang felt a little uneasy.
"You, please stop crying." He said, a little at a loss. "Actually, there is really nothing to envy. My brother is useless. My sister is suffering even more than you."
Worse than me?
Is it more miserable than me, a person whose parents were convicted and killed, and who was also turned into a prostitute?
Miss Zhu laughed.
Yes, she was born stupid, but later she met an immortal and she was reborn, and she would never meet an immortal who brought her new life in this life.
"Don't laugh." Cheng Silang said hurriedly, "My sister is really having a hard time. She must be feeling very miserable. Even if she doesn't tell me, I can tell, but I can't help."
Having said this, he came back to his senses.
"What am I talking about?" He smiled, "I should go."
Madam Zhu smiled and stretched out her hand to stop her.
"Mr. Cheng, since you are here and you are not willing to accept the money, then let me do my duty." She said with a smile.
His eyes were filled with emotion, his eyes were shining with hope, which made Cheng Silang's servant in the room look dull.
Do your duty…
What duties can an official prostitute perform?
"It's better not to disturb me, I'm going back." Cheng Silang suddenly blushed and said.
"Chun Ling." Madam Zhu turned her head and called.
Chun Ling responded and came in with Qin in her arms.
"Shiro-kun, just let our lady do her duty." She said, "I probably won't see you again in the future."
Cheng Silang was about to leave, but Madam Zhu had already sat down to play the piano, and the tinkling sound of the piano sounded in the room.
"How deep is love? The sunset in the deep mountains, the deep autumn rain, the dusk road in the green tombs." Miss Zhu sang with a graceful voice.
This slightly lonely singing voice made Cheng Silang stop in his tracks.
"Who can say anything about the desolation? The west wind blows the old red maple trees, and there are always countless resentments."
Listening to the music and singing in the room, the four guards standing at the door looked at each other and continued talking and joking in low voices with a sense of ease and casualness.
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The water rippled, the flowers and leaves swayed, and a half-open lotus was picked by Qin Hu from the pool.
"Be careful of someone punishing you." The maid covered her mouth and smiled.
Qin Hu smiled and handed over the lotus flower.
Cheng Jiaoniang reached out and took it.
"What flowers do you like?" Qin Hu asked.
"It doesn't matter whether you like it or not, it's all good." Cheng Jiaoniang smiled and looked at the lotus in her hand.
"Even the flowers are the same?" Qin Hu said with a smile.
Cheng Jiaoniang nodded.
"Then there is something different after all." Qin Hu smiled, as if talking to himself. After speaking, he pointed to the other side and changed the topic, "You see it is more open over there, let's go over and take a look."
Cheng Jiaoniang looked over, nodded and took steps.
"Prepare paper and ink. Madam will give me a painting. I will also give Madam a painting today." Qin Hu said.
"I still need to paint. Have you finished painting after dark?" The maid smiled at the side, "Then Mr. Qin wants to invite you to dinner."
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After running out of a courtyard, Banqin was panting, but couldn't stop for even a moment.
"Where else?" she asked urgently.
The driver was busy whipping his whip to urge the horse.
"There is a restaurant not far east with a large lotus pond in the backyard," he said.
"Hurry up." Banqin said, with tears glistening in his eyes.
You can't die, you can't die, if the king really dies, then the lady won't be able to marry in the future.
Prince Ping's being struck by lightning has already attracted criticism. If Prince Jin'an has another accident, what will happen to his wife!
The carriage sped away, and she jumped out of the carriage before it had even stopped. Her feet gave way and she fell. Before the coachman came to help her, she got up and rushed inward. Someone rushed out to meet her.
"Rokuro-kun." Banqin shouted.
"There isn't one here." Zhou Hui said a word and whistled, and the horse parked aside had to run over. Before it stopped, Zhou Hui got on the horse's back.
Watching the people and horses disappear, Banqin hurriedly turned around and came back to get in the car.
Zhou Hui spurred his horse to gallop down the street, causing a commotion and shouting, but Zhou Hui couldn't hear it.
"Where does Mr. Qin like to admire lotus flowers?"
This is the question that comes to mind.
What a reward! He is too lazy to appreciate flowers. He likes to destroy flowers and leaves. If he really appreciates them, he would go to appreciate the remaining lotuses in autumn.
Remnant! Zhou Hui's mind lit up.
"The lotus flowers in Liuxian Temple are in average bloom, but the remaining lotuses are quite beautiful."
It seemed that the words Qin Hu had said a long time ago flashed vaguely.
Six Immortals Temple!
Zhou Hui reined in his horse, and with the horse's neighing and the screams of the people around him, he turned around and headed west.
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Qin Hu held the pen without moving for half a day, while the maid stood aside and frowned.
"Mr. Qin, there's still a fortune to be made," she said.
"This sum is too important, I dare not leave it behind," Qin Hu said.
Cheng Jiaoniang turned her head and took a look.
"Madam, please." Qin Hu handed over the pen in his hand and said.
Cheng Jiaoniang stretched out her hand to take it when she heard a shout.
"Cheng Jiaoniang."
Accompanied by Zhou Hui's shout, the pen fell on several tables, ink splattering everywhere.
"Oh, what a pity this painting is." the maid shouted.
Cheng Jiaoniang looked at Qin Hu, who looked a little surprised.
"I'm sorry, I didn't pick it up properly," Cheng Jiaoniang said.
Qin Hu smiled.
"I didn't hand it over properly," he said. As he spoke, he looked at Zhou Hui who was running towards him and raised his eyebrows. "It's all this kid's fault."
Zhou Heng ignored him and reached out to grab Cheng Jiaoniang's wrist.
"Come on, hurry up." He said, turned around and left.
"What happened?" the maid shouted in surprise.
Cheng Jiaoniang was already being pulled away by Zhou Hui, and the maidservant stamped her feet and hurriedly followed.
Qin Hu, who was standing behind a few cases, sighed softly and raised his feet to follow.
"Ms. Cheng." Suddenly someone stood up and stopped her, holding a tray with a folded paper in both hands, "Someone has a message for you."
When he heard these words, Qin Hu's footsteps suddenly stopped and his expression changed drastically.
His body was trembling slightly, and the hands hanging by his sides were clenched.
Damn it! Damn it!
"Asshole!" Zhou Hui, who was stopped, raised his hand angrily and shouted, "Get out of here."
The man bowed and saluted again.
"Ms. Cheng, I'm afraid you will regret it if you don't look at it," he said.
Zhou Hao reached out to take it, but the man stepped back to avoid it.
"Ms. Cheng, you will regret it if you don't look." He said again.
Zhou Hui was furious, and his outstretched hand turned into a grasp, grabbing the man's clothes and lifting him up.
This movement caused the tray in the man's hand to shake, and the paper fell from it. Cheng Jiaoniang reached out to catch it, and opened it without any hesitation.
"Madam?" The maid followed up and looked at Cheng Jiaoniang whose expression changed slightly. She finally felt that something was wrong in the atmosphere, and she couldn't help but become nervous.
The sound of chaotic footsteps came again, accompanied by more people's shouts of surprise.
"Ms. Cheng is here!"
"Ms. Cheng!"
Two guards rushed forward.
"Ms. Cheng, Your Highness is waiting for you at your home. Please come back quickly." they said hurriedly.
Your Highness!
The maidservant's eyes widened and her heart jumped.
"What's going on?" Cheng Jiaoniang looked at them and said.
"What are you still asking? Let's go quickly." Zhou Hao gritted his teeth and whispered, grabbing her wrist again.
Cheng Jiaoniang broke away with her backhand.
The loss in his hand made Zhou Hao a little surprised and looked back at her.
"Madam." The guard took a step forward and said in a low voice, "Your Highness is in trouble and the imperial doctor cannot treat him. Madam, please go quickly."
The maid let out a low cry and covered her mouth with her hand.
What could happen to the point where the imperial doctor would not have to ask his wife to treat him?
A fatal disease! Oh my God, a fatal disease!
how so?
The maid raised her feet and was about to run, but she saw Cheng Jiaoniang still standing still, holding the piece of paper in her hand.
"I can't cure Your Highness's illness," she said calmly.
As soon as this statement came out, everyone present was stunned.
"Madam!" the two guards shouted in disbelief.
Zhou Feng also looked stunned, but his eyes fell on the paper in Cheng Jiaoniang's hand, and his body suddenly stiffened.
Who is it?
"Madam, you haven't seen it yet." The guard continued to shout.
"There's no need to look at it. I can't cure your highness's illness." Cheng Jiaoniang said again, "Please hire someone else."
Banqin ran in at this time, and when he heard these words, he immediately slumped down and sat on the ground, looking at the person standing in front of him in disbelief.
Could she have seen it wrong? Is that person a lady? Madam, how could she say such a thing?
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"Why aren't you here yet?"
In the room, Doctor Li rushed to the door again and looked out, but there was a muffled groan behind him.
"Imperial physician, imperial physician." the chamberlain screamed.
Doctor Li turned around and looked at Prince Jin'an on the soft sedan chair vomiting blood. The originally bright room suddenly became dim, just like Prince Jin'an's face was getting darker and darker.
He rushed over, picked up the golden needle, pulled open the skirt of Prince Jin'an's clothes, and stabbed it around the heart.
"Emperor Physician, Your Highness's body has begun to turn darker too." The chamberlain shouted.
"I know!" Dr. Li shouted, his eyes scanning the chest of Prince Jin'an.
He knew that what he had seen was just a skinny child at that time. Now the skinny body has become strong and generous, but so what? Still black, still black, the same as before, the same!
The same fate that goes round and round and cannot be escaped.
"Is Mrs. Cheng here?" He turned around and shouted in a hissing voice.
"Coming, coming!"
There were chaotic footsteps and shouts outside the door.
The people in the house were overjoyed and rushed to the door one after another, only to see two guards rushing in, but the woman was nowhere to be seen.
The woman walks slowly, is she behind?
Doctor Li pushed them away and looked back.
"My lord, Mrs. Cheng, it is said that there is no cure." The guard knelt down with a pop, leaned over and sobbed.
Everyone in the room was stunned.
"What nonsense are you talking about!" Doctor Li turned around in shock and shouted, "How could Mrs. Cheng not treat Your Highness?"
"Sir, she really said she couldn't be cured. She said she wanted us to hire someone else!" the guard shouted.
Please also be wise…
The chamberlain's face instantly darkened and he grabbed the guard.
"If she says she can't be cured, don't you know how to bring her back?" he shouted through gritted teeth.
The guard raised his head and looked at the chamberlain.
"We brought it, but we couldn't bring it," they shouted.
The chamberlain looked at the guards and saw their faces were bruised, obviously from being beaten with fists.
"Not only won't you come, but I'll beat you..." the chamberlain muttered, his eyes distracted.
"Ms. Cheng is with the husband of the Qin family." the guard added.
The husband of the Qin family, the Qin family.
No wonder she wasn't there when I came, no wonder she had to know where to go to enjoy the lotus flowers, no wonder...
"I don't believe it! She's not that kind of person! She's not!" Dr. Li shouted suddenly, "I'm going to find her, I'm going to find her!"
The staff on the side reached out and grabbed him.
"Li Sishen!" He raised his eyebrows and shouted, "Your Highness can't afford to wait! She can't be cured, so you can cure her!"
Doctor Li shook his head.
"I can't cure it. I wasn't cured before. I couldn't be cured before. I can't be cured now!" He murmured.
The staff member raised his hand and gave him a slap in the face.
"If he can't be cured, he will die in your hands, just like when he was a child, he will die in your hands," he shouted.
Just like when I was a kid.
"...Imperial doctor...I don't want to die..."
The child grabbed his sleeve and looked at him like a cat.
"...Can you save me? I don't want to die. I still want to wait for my father and mother to pick me up..."
Tears welled up in Dr. Li's eyes.
"Okay, I'll cure it, I'll cure it. Isn't it just death? Isn't it just death? There's nothing to be afraid of." He shouted.
The chaotic sounds of footsteps and shouts and the shaking of the body made the dizzy Prince Jin'an wake up, only to find that the surrounding scenery was shaking and retreating.
"What are you doing?" he murmured, trying to get up.
"Your Highness, let's go back." The chamberlain said hoarsely.
Go back? Why go back? She hasn't come yet.
"Your Highness, let's go back, we won't wait any longer." The chamberlain's voice was choked with sobs.
Why don't you wait? How can you wait?
"No, I have to wait, I have to wait for her, I already said I would wait...how can...it doesn't count..." Prince Jin'an said, standing up on the armrest, "get off the sedan chair."
"Your Highness!" The chamberlain's tears fell, and he gritted his teeth and waved his hands, "Let's go."
The sedan chair went out, and Prince Jin'an shook unsteadily and fell back.
"No..." he shouted.
The sedan suddenly got stuck. The guard carrying the sedan was stunned for a moment. He looked back and forth and saw that it was Prince Jin'an who had reached out and grabbed the door frame.
"Your Highness!" the chamberlain shouted, reaching out to grab the arm of Prince Jin'an, with tears streaming down his face, "Your Highness, let go."
No, I have to wait, I have to wait, I have to wait for her to come.
Under the sunlight, the muscles in the black and green hands bulged with exhaustion.
"Let's go!" the chamberlain hissed, pulling Prince Jin'an's hand hard.
This weak and dying man could actually have such great strength. It seemed that all his strength was concentrated in this one hand, and the chamberlain could not break it off.
"Let's go." The waiter cried even louder.
The guard carrying the sedan stepped forward in response.
There was a clang at the door, and he was pushed aside. Everyone was caught off guard, and the sedan chair shook wildly.
Other guards rushed over and threw the door open, allowing the sedan to move forward steadily. Prince Jin'an's hand was still hanging outside the sedan, tightly holding a piece of wood that had been cut off from the door.
