"Chase!" Wang Na complained in his tone and tried to stand up, but due to his excessive injuries, he staggered and fell to the ground.
"That's unreasonable! You keep saying that you are the Wang family of Taiyuan, why are you so rude?"
Before Ling Muyun could speak, Huan Qin stood in front of Ling Muyun and said angrily: "If it weren't for Mr. Ling, you would have died under Liu Li's spells long ago. Now you are speaking to your savior in such a tone. What a shame." random?"
When Huan Qin said this, his ears felt hot.
Ling Muyun didn't stick to details, he just blurted out because Wang Na was anxious.
However, looking at Huan Qin's posture, he must not be a person who is good at quarreling. Even when he pinched his waist and broke out like this, he couldn't count with five fingers.
"This...I..." Wang Na was speechless for a moment when Huan Qin scolded him, and his face turned red as well.
"What is this? You should be like everyone else. Your Wang family's poems and books on etiquette were read into the dog's belly!" Huan Qin refused to give up.
"I'm sorry, it's really because of my impatience. Please don't mind it, Mr. Ling." Wang Na said in a sullen voice, cupping his hands at Ling Muyun, and then reaching out to touch the wound with a grin on his face.
Seeing Wang Na's apology, Huan Qin stopped talking and looked at Ling Muyun.
Ling Muyun grinned. The last time he saw such a fierce woman was in Dingbeicheng.
He also won, but the one standing next to him was Lame Jiu.
When Lai Jiu quarreled, he was not as elegant as Huan Qin. He heard everything that was difficult to hear. In the end, he scolded the shrew until he closed the door and cried.
"Young Master Wang is seriously injured, does he need medical treatment?" Ling Muyun looked at Wang Na's leg and said.
"That's not necessary. If it's convenient for Mr. Ling, can you take me back to the inn? I can use the Wang family's magic to adjust myself."
What Ling Muyun said made Wang Na feel a little guilty.
From the beginning of their meeting, he had never taken Ling Muyun seriously. During the battle with Liu Li, even after hearing that Ling Muyun was the military advisor of the Later Qin State Protector, he only had contempt in his heart.
Like the Ling family, they are both deceiving the world and stealing their reputation.
It's not that he has any hostility towards Ling.
Years ago in Jiankang, there was a member of the Ling clan named Ling Muzhong who made trouble in Qingyuanchun with some small money.
He kept saying that he was the queen of Ling Tianjun and Huan Xuan's brother, whom he had known for eight times.
And his meager thunder skills are really not worth mentioning.
If Huan Xuan and Huan Nanjun hadn't passed by by chance, Ling Muzhong would have been beaten to death on the spot and his body dumped by the river.
Because of this, Wang Na's initial curiosity about the Ling family in the northwest turned into contempt.
A small clan will always take pride in themselves, wishing that everyone in the world would know how glorious their ancestors were.
"Then Brother Wang may have to endure it for a while."
Ling Muyun walked up to Wang Na, and when Wang Na was unprepared, he suddenly received an "awe-inspiring revelation" with a thunder technique.
Wang Na fainted instantly.
"You don't have to carry him on your back for a while and have to cry out in pain."
Even though he said this, Ling Muyun still tore his clothes into strips of cloth, bandaged Wang Na's two most deeply injured areas, and then carried him towards the city.
"Miss Huan, if we have something to do here, we will go to Xiangyang. Don't be offended if we are delayed for a while on the way."
"How could it be? But it depends on the young master's idea."
Ling Muyun walked in front, Huan Qin followed behind, talking about going home in the future.
After a while, he passed the gate with the gold medal and returned to the inn in a hurry.
After asking for warm water from the store, Wang Na woke up after waiting for half an hour.
"This is where?"
"Inn, your room!"
"I'm sorry, Mr. Ling. I fainted out of thin air for some reason and caused you some trouble." Wang Na looked around and confirmed that it was his own room. He handed over his hand to Ling Muyun to greet him.
"Nothing in the way, nothing in the way. Brother Wang is fine, I can rest assured."
After Ling Muyun finished speaking, he gestured to Huan Qin with his eyes, said a few words of comfort, and then left the room.
"When Wang Na recovers from his injury, I will come to inquire about Liu Li." After Ling Muyun finished speaking, he lowered his head and whispered in Huan Qin's ear: "Let's go."
"Where to go?" Huan Qin asked in surprise.
"Listen to the music! I just saw Goulan and my heart is itching!" After Ling Muyun finished speaking, he raised his legs and left.
Huan Qin was stunned for a moment, and then there was a trace of undetectable sadness in his eyes.
Did you think there was something wrong with your own judgment? This exposed Ling Muyun's true nature, but what about himself?
When all the resentment hit, Ling Muyun handed over a handful of dried plums: "Here! This is a good thing. When I was young, I would salivate when I saw dried plums."
Huan Qin smiled faintly, took the dried plum and put it in his mouth. It was sour, sweet and refreshing.
"No matter who comes, I will make it bigger."
She thought silently in her heart.
At Ling Muyun's urging, Huan Qin reluctantly arrived at Goulan.
"It turns out that there is still such music to listen to."
The crowd was gathering. Ling Muyun protected Huan Qin, found a seat near the front, occupied the table, and ordered snacks.
On the stage, the short play with singing and dancing inherits the basic characteristics of music and complements the burlesque.
It originated from hundreds of operas, but stood out from them. It made Ling Muyun burst into laughter and even made Huan Qin hide his face and laugh.
"How about it? Wouldn't it be interesting to have a plum at this time?"
After Ling Muyun finished speaking, he took one from Huan Qin's hand carelessly, threw it into his mouth, and continued: "In Dingbeicheng, there is Yishixuan, and the music I listen to is more lyrical. When I mentioned this, I suddenly thought of Poppy. You still owe me a Xizhou song."
"poppy?"
Huan Qin heard the key points from the words.
"That's it. It's so beautiful. I go and listen to the music every month of my salary."
"What about...what about me?" Huan Qin's mind was no longer on performing on the stage.
"It's different!" Ling Muyun shook his head, thought seriously for a while, and then continued: "It's different anyway."
After a while, the waiter took the flute and walked up to the judges one by one, saying something like those who had money to support their business, and those who supported their personal business.
The rewards that individual customers can give are always limited, and the real rewards for Goulan are at the tables in front.
In addition to the more expensive snacks and drinks, the rewards given by these people are also quite large.
Especially Ling Muyun, who actually threw a piece of gold into the basket, which made the waiter's eyes light up and he couldn't help shouting, "Hey, sir, sir."
"Hey! If you are so rich, why don't you go to the Chu Palace? Show off your wealth here."
The boy at the next table was frail but not lacking in heroic spirit. He had red lips and white teeth, and was smeared with a few layers of rouge. He looked like a young man, but little did he know that when he spoke, he turned out to be so sarcastic.
"Are you talking about me?"
Ling Muyun was confused for a moment.
It is not uncommon for Qi to occur in the hook bar.
But most people throw more money than others. How have you ever seen someone make fun of someone else when they throw too much money?
"If it's not you, who else could it be? I'll give you some money for tea. You'd better give me gold ingots. How come you're so obvious?"
"What? You can't afford anything of gold or jade?"
Huan Qin was not easy to argue with, but since he followed Ling Muyun, he wanted to interject a few words for no reason.
