Jiang Yanming said: "Are you Zhuo Zhao's precious daughter Zhuo Qi?"
Zhuo Qi nodded, knelt down with a bang, looked at Jiang Yanming with tearful eyes, and said, "Please also ask Master Jiang Gu to help heal Ye Zhenfeng."
Jiang Yanming said: "It seems that you have real feelings for that boy. Alas...how can I watch a loving person suffer? Well, I promise you that I will treat Ye Zhenfeng early tomorrow morning."
Zhuo Qi was overjoyed and said, "Is what Jiang Valley Master said true?"
Liu Woming said hurriedly: "Master Jiang Gu always keeps his word. How could he lie to you, the best medicine fairy in the world? Zhuo Qi, why don't you thank Master Jiang Gu!"
Zhuo Qi quickly kowtowed and said, "Thank you so much, Master Jiang Gu! Thank you so much, Master Jiang Gu!"
Jiang Yanming waved his hand and asked her to get up.
Seeing Zhuo Qi like this, Ye Zhenfeng, who was hiding behind the screen, felt uncomfortable. He felt that he was very sorry for Zhuo Qi. It was not worth it for Zhuo Qi to treat him like this. He felt secretly sad and helpless in his heart. sigh.
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A red light hangs high outside the pavilion deep in the flowers, and inside it is a scene of drunkenness, life, dreams, and death.
There are two worlds separated by just one floor. Outside the building is a world full of corpses, but inside the building is the warm fragrance of nephrite. All the sufferings and worries in the world are blocked by this building.
In the depths of the flowers, there is always singing and dancing, and the sounds and sounds of dogs and horses. There are the most charming girls here, the most gentle and obedient girls, and the most considerate girls. No wonder all the men in the world want to run there.
However, this is also the coldest and most ruthless place in the world. As long as you have money, you are like an uncle here and can buy the dignity and tenderness you want, but no one can buy sincerity from here.
The spring rain outside was pouring heavily, and the willows swayed wildly in the wind. A man holding a black oil-paper umbrella stood in the rain. He also held a dark yellow lantern in his hand. The lantern was covered with a red rain cover to prevent it from falling. The rain wetted the candlelight in the cage.
He stood on the stone bridge, watching the warblers and swallows on the other side of the bridge, singing and dancing, and hesitated for a long time whether to cross the bridge.
The rain splashed on the uppers of his shoes, and a pitiful little bird fell from the willow tree.
Its wings were wet from the rain, and it flapped its wings in an attempt to fly away. Perhaps it injured its wings when it fell, and it couldn't fly no matter how hard it struggled. The rain was getting heavier and heavier.
The man looked at the little bird struggling in the rain with cold eyes. He felt that the little bird was just like him. There seemed to be a touch of tenderness in his eyes. He bent down and picked up the poor little bird.
The hand holding the sword was cold and ruthless when killing people, but now it became gentle for a little bird. He carefully put it in his arms and reached out to touch its head, trying to comfort it.
The little bird curled up and shivered in his arms, seeming to feel the warmth in his arms, and gradually began to calm down.
"I Have a Picture Book of Ghosts and Gods"
He smiled. He rarely smiled, but with this smile, he became much gentler. Of course, he also had a nice name - Meng Wange.
Meng Wange's tall figure disappeared in the rain. He finally summoned up the courage to step into the world of mortals.
The moment his muddy feet stepped into the door, the madam from upstairs rushed down from upstairs, waving the red silk handkerchief in his hand, and said with disdain: "Go, go, where did this beggar come from? Look? You have muddy feet, but don’t stain my freshly washed velvet crystal carpet!”
Seeing that he was tall and tall, with a scar at the end of his eyebrow, the madam couldn't help but shrink back in fear, and he moved forward step by step.
The madam was so frightened that she stepped back repeatedly and stammered: "You...what do you want to do?"
She was about to call the thugs, but Meng Wange reached out and handed her a shabby money bag and said, "Look for someone!"
The madam was so frightened that she reached for it. When she opened it, she found a bag full of golden coins. The golden light almost blinded her.
She hurriedly changed her attitude, as if she were seeing a relative, and said enthusiastically: "Hey! It turns out that she is a guest who has hidden everything! What kind of girl is the guest looking for? We have all kinds of girls in the Baihua Deep. , Baimei Pavilion, Changchun Pavilion, Chuyun Pavilion, Nonghua Pavilion..."
Meng Wange said: "I'm looking for the charming girl in white from Baimei Pavilion."
The old bustard chuckled and said: "This guest has really good taste. Miss Bai from Baimei Pavilion is my oiran from Baihua Pavilion. I will definitely satisfy you! I guarantee your satisfaction!"
Meng Wange followed the madam upstairs. Inside, the maid was combing Bai Yimei's hair. Her hair was long and shiny, and the sandalwood comb slid gently between her hair.
He stood outside the door in a daze, wondering if the hand holding the sword could have a chance to comb her hair.
Bai Yimei was sitting in front of the dressing table, her hazy face reflected on the bronze mirror. Even just seeing the reflection in the mirror, Meng Wange was extremely nervous, her throat was dry, and she stood there numbly.
"Ahem..."
The madam coughed and signaled the maid to leave. Soon the madam and the maid left Baimei Pavilion, leaving only Bai Yimei and Meng Wange in the house.
Mei Mei in Bai Yi looked at the mirror and said softly: "My guest, the food and wine have been prepared on the table. Please use it slowly. I will be ready soon."
She gently drew her eyebrows with an eyebrow pencil and drew them carefully. His tall figure still stood motionless by the door.
The bead curtain was gentle, and he was stunned when he looked at her back. It was as beautiful as looking at a fairy through the clouds and mist. She turned around and smiled: "What are you doing standing there stupidly? Why don't you sit down quickly..."
She was stunned for a moment, and then said: "It's you!"
He nodded. She is still extraordinarily beautiful today. It can be said that a woman like Bai Yimei is always so radiant, so beautiful and attractive no matter what day she is. This is true when she is wearing clothes, and when she is taking off her clothes. So is it.
The white dress was wrapped with a red bellyband, and the embroidered peonies, either white, red or pink, became vivid as she walked around, as if they were blooming overnight in spring. If there were butterflies, they would definitely mistake her for her. It is a gorgeous and delicate peony.
It is a pity that this gorgeous peony has fallen into the dust, but it is precisely because of her that the entire flower depths are more beautiful.
She holds a round fan in her hand and hides her face with a smile. The light gauze round fan reflects the peonies, and her eyebrows are delicate and white.
She sat on the stool and asked, "Where did you get the money?"
He said: "Now I work for Yelong Pavilion and am a killer."
She slapped the fan in her hand and laughed so hard that her branches trembled: "Hehehe! Hehehe! You mean, you use the reward from killing people to buy my one night of tenderness?"
He nodded, not denying it.
Bai Yimei was startled when she saw something seemed to be moving in his arms, and shouted, "What is that?"
She saw a cute little head peeking out from his arms. The bird's pair of black eyes were staring at her timidly.
Bai Yimei's face suddenly showed a child-like expression, and she hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Why is there a little bird in your arms?"
Meng Wange opened his clothes, opened his chest, revealed the bird in his arms, and said, "I just picked it up on the road."
Bai Yimei stretched out her gentle fingers, gently held the little bird, and said with a smile: "It's so cute, its wings seem to be injured!"
She gently stroked the bird's trembling little head, and soon it calmed down in her hand. The bird lay peacefully in her hand, looking up at her.
She walked to the table and used chopsticks to pick some rice for it to eat. It carefully jumped onto the table and started to peck at the rice.
Bai Yimei giggled, her face becoming more and more radiant, and he asked, "Do you like it?"
She lowered her head, teased the cute little bird, and then said, "I like it!"
He smiled, then sat across the table and said, "People say Qian
Money can't buy a beautiful smile, but you are so happy because of a little bird! Since you like it so much, I'll give it to you. "
She looked up at him and said softly: "Will you give me this little bird?"
Meng Wange raised the flask, poured the wine slowly, and said with a smile: "As a killer, I can't bring a little bird to kill people! It will expose my whereabouts."
Bai Yi smiled charmingly and said: "That's right. Then I will buy a bird cage tomorrow and raise it. When you are not here from now on, let it stay with me."
Meng Wange smiled slightly, drank the wine in his hand, and said, "Do you think I will come back?"
Bai Yimei sat delicately in his arms, gently wiped the rainwater on his forehead with a white silk handkerchief, and asked softly: "Don't you want to come again?"
Meng Wange took Baiyi Mei into her arms, and the clogs she wore gently fell to the ground, making two sweet sounds. He felt that the waist was like a catkin in his palm, as if it would break if he touched it.
Meng Wange held her slender fingers tightly with one hand and stared at her affectionately with his eyes, as if he wanted to rub the person in his arms into his eyes, his heart, and even the memory of the next life.
He said softly: "Of course I am willing to come again. As long as you are there in the depths of the flowers, I will definitely come."
"You must keep your word, but don't lie to me. I will be waiting for you here..."
"Of course I won't lie to you."
Of course he would not lie to her. At this moment, he was willing to die for her, but what about her? How true is she to him? Is it false flattery? Or is it a steady fall? As long as she doesn't tell, who will know?
In the depths of flowers, what do you like to listen to? What will the sisters say to you? How can there be any exchange of sincerity for sincerity!
A gentle smile bloomed on her face, and her petal-like red lips were gently raised like the moon, glowing with amber-like luster.
The hibiscus beauty has a collar like a caterpillar. Her porcelain long neck exudes the fragrance of ecstasy, is so soft and delicate, and exudes the luster of mutton-fat white jade under the candlelight.
When he kissed her neck, her throat would tremble slightly, her long neck would tilt up slightly, and the pair of purple earrings hanging by her ears would gently sway back and forth, swaying so beautifully under the candlelight, so It's heartwarming.
The charming eyebrows in white clothes were slightly raised, the cold and slender fingers were gently scratching his back, the long eyelashes were trembling, the eyes were blurred, and the breath made a soul-stirring sound. He reveled in the gentle land, enjoying the joy of drunkenness and dreams.
A woman like Bai Yimei, like a flower or a fire, is the most primitive and impulsive desire in a man's heart, which ultimately makes him trapped in the mud and unable to extricate himself.
Blue Moon Valley.
The morning light is bright and the birds are chirping softly. The little medicine boys got up early and carried bamboo tubes on their backs to get the dew hanging on the peach blossoms. The peach blossom dew was used for medicine, and they did not dare to neglect it at all.
As expected, Jiang Yanming kept his word and began to diagnose and treat Ye Zhenfeng early.
Inside the pharmacy, everyone gathered around.
Chu Liuying asked from the side: "Master, how is Young Master Ye's condition?"
Jiang Yanming had just checked his pulse and said: "It is true that all eight meridians are damaged. Fortunately, he is protected by the dragon scale heart-protecting golden armor. Liuying, you used the pulse needle to seal the acupuncture points on the eight meridians for him, right? wrong?"
Chu Liuying nodded.
Jiang Yanming reached out and touched his beard, put his hands behind his back, and said slowly:
"The so-called eight meridians refer to the eight meridians of the human body: Du, Chong, Dai, Ren, Yinqiao, Yangqiao, Yinwei, and Yangwei. And there are eight acupoints above the eight meridians. They are Gongsun, Neiguan, Linqi, Shenmai, Waiguan, Lieque, Houxi and Zhaohai."
"The Divine Meridian Needle has sealed these eight acupuncture points, which can temporarily save Mr. Ye's life, but it is not a good idea. If the eight damaged meridians of Mr. Ye are not repaired as soon as possible, seven days later, Mr. Ye's life will be even more in danger."
