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Chapter No.16

The girl hesitated for a moment, feeling that such a handsome person did not look like a bad person, so she took a step back and said, "Young master, come in."

Fang Siming saluted politely and thanked her, the girl blushed and returned the salute.

Fang Siming sat down in the yard and looked at the yard calmly.A lot of flowers and trees were planted in the yard next to the wall. The leafy end near the door was lush with a few plum blossoms. The tall and low flowers and plants on the edge of the plum blossoms were planted and extended to the corner of the wall, where a ginkgo was planted.The light yellow and slightly dark green leaves sway in the autumn wind, and the ripe yellow leaves tremblingly float down, turn somersaults in the air, and land on the two clumps of autumn chrysanthemums under the tree.

The yard was originally large and empty, but the clumps of flowers were planted one by one, which made the yard full.If you look carefully, it looks like a small garden, with a wide variety of flowers and trees, intermingled with each other but not messy at all.

In this small courtyard, the flowers never fade in all seasons, and the grasses are evergreen in eight seasons.

Fang Siming sat on two reclining chairs side by side facing Qiu Ju.Yes, the owner of this courtyard does not seem to be planning to welcome any guests, and there are no seats for guests to rest. □□Nakedly expresses that this yard does not accept any outside visitors.

The girl dragged the tray, on which were a pot of tea and two cups.She came over and put the tray on a small table that was only half a foot long and half a foot wide between the two lounge chairs.From the wide open kitchen door, Fang Siming saw the simple and impoverished kitchen inside.

The furnishings in this yard are full of weirdness. The kitchen is facing the gate of the yard. Not to mention firewood and knives, you can't even see any food in it.The vegetation in the courtyard is flourishing, as if the owner of this courtyard has lived here for a long time, but the inside of the door is empty, as if a new house has just been built.

The girl poured two cups of tea, the soup was emerald green and fragrant.It is a rare good tea, but it is a pity that the skill of the tea maker is not bad, but it is also two points short of heat, unable to brew the best taste of the tea.

Fang Siming took a sip of tea, and said, "Young lady's yard is so unique, and the earth looks fresh, but it's not long since you came to Gusu?"

The girl with pink ears sat down on another chair, and she nodded slightly as a response.

Fang Siming smiled again, the curve of his lips was gentle and amiable: "There is only a girl in the family. If Fang suddenly visits the elders in the family and blames the girl, it will really make Fang feel ashamed."

He stopped savoring the tea, drank the tea in one gulp, took out a piece of silver from his sleeve and put it on the small table, and said, "Thank you for the tea, miss. If the elders in the family know about the blame, they will say that it is okay for Fang to come to buy tea." good?"

The girl blinked, and her eyes fell from the ingot of silver, which seemed to be quite important, down Fang Siming's slender and white hands to Fang Siming's face.She bent her eyebrows, smiled softly, and her voice was soft, delicate and soft, with an authentic Gusu accent: "There is no mother, no father, and no elders in the family. Only Mr. Yilang has not returned home."

Fang Siming was taken aback.go home?Such words should be abrupt no matter when and where they appear before the two of them.From the room in Tingshui Town where there is no likes and dislikes hanging, it can be known from his two small medicine boxes that he, like him, no longer regards any place as their home.The pavilions, towers and thatched houses are just temporary places to stay.But this person said it so easily and simply.

"I'm not short of silver, Mr. Fang knows it. But I'll take this." His fair and slender fingers pinched the ingot of silver, and a snow-white veil that was not embroidered and had no words on it carefully wrapped the ingot of silver.

Fang Siming finally found a flaw when Yuebai raised his head and lowered his head.He stretched out his hand to remove the tightly wrapped skirt of Yuebai, groped twice with his fingertips, and found the place where the medicine was connected to the skin.Yuebai turned her head to the side, her eyes drooping, she looked extremely cute.

But what he said was not the case at all: "I'm not married, I'm not married, the young master's skin-to-skin contact dirty me, what face will I have to live in the world?"

It's not bad to speak with this daughter's gentle face, but it's a pity that the clear and cold voice is clearly a man, and a man Fang Siming knows.

Fang Siming withdrew his hand, Yuebai leaned over and grabbed his fingertips, and said with a light smile, "It might as well be like this..."

He raised the palm of the other hand, and put the silver ingot wrapped in the handkerchief in his palm, "...Mr. Fang takes this as an offer, and I will return the gift with the court, how about it?"

Fang Siming's face froze invisibly, and this trace of confusion was fleeting.The next moment he calmly held Yuebai's hand back, and said with a smile: "The little doctor is unparalleled in appearance, and this dress and hairpin makeup is even better than countless beauties. If the little doctor is willing to marry, how dare Fang not marry?"

Where did the marriage come from and where did the marriage come from between two men?If you are willing, it is just an exchange of gifts for each other.marry?Only women are married, but I am a man.No matter how well dressed and how impeccable, I still can't say I won't marry.With a flick of his fingertips, Yuebai retracted the money, he grabbed Fang Siming's hand and stood up, his long eyelashes trembling in the breeze: "Mr. Fang, even if I marry you, I won't marry you."

The delicate and pretty daughter's face put away the shyness and softness that she performed, and his expression was light and his voice was calm. In the shallow gentleness was the indifference that wandered outside the world of mortals.The corners of his lips curled up in a gentle arc, and he said: "My lord said he was looking for me, so he should find me by himself. If I go to look for you, that's not what I mean. But I don't know when the lord will look for me." So I resorted to some tricks to attract Mr. Fang. Are Mr. Fang annoyed?"

With a flick of his fingertips, Fang Siming took Yuebai's hand and kissed his fingertips, his cold phoenix eyes gleamed tenderly in the sun: "Don't dare. It was Fang who had nothing to say and angered the little doctor. Fang only hopes that the little doctor will calm down, and if the little doctor is happy, Fang will do whatever he wants."

This mask is a bit fake.Mr. Fang, you panicked.That's good.

"I don't want to annoy you." Yuebai smiled. He took out his hand, pointed at the room and said, "You promised me a lot of things. The first one, I'm going to change clothes, and you will accompany me to a place at night." .Secondly, you said that if I like to do whatever I want, then don’t forget to get drunk, it has flared up in the past few days, and I’m waiting for your medicine.”

The little doctor asked for the holy medicine again and again, isn't he afraid to really control it?Fang doesn't believe that you can't suppress your medical skills now, little doctor, and you won't be threatened by medicine after a long time.However, if you keep taking it, even I can't guarantee whether you will be controlled by the holy medicine.

Fang Siming took out a small porcelain bottle from his waist, poured out a grain from it, and handed it to Yuebai. After seeing Yuebai swallowed it in front of his face, he said, "I haven't finished getting drunk yet, but the little doctor found it." The way to break it?"

After taking the medicine, Yuebai felt a little weak all over, he shook and Fang Siming gave him a hand.

"No." Yuebai pursed her lips and gave a low laugh: "I don't know the antidote for drunkenness."

Yuebai steadied his footsteps, turned around and walked into the house, he said as he walked: "There are so many people in the inn, Mr. Fang, why don't you stay here. The rent? The flowers and plants in the courtyard, I have exhausted my thoughts, but the decorations in the house I really won't. If Mr. Fang likes something, if you don't give it up, it will be the rent."

The moment the voice fell, Yuebai closed the door with his backhand, and fell to the ground leaning on the door.From the temples and forehead came a thin patch of sweat, which continued to fall like rain.

Fang Siming stood outside the door, he stopped smiling.The moment Yuebai closed the door, the gentle smile on his face faded instantly.The gloom on his eyebrows was exposed to the sun, and the warm and bright light fell on Fang Siming's body, but it made this person look even colder, and his whole body exuded a chill.He stretched out his hand as if wanting to pour a cup of tea, but his fingertips carelessly touched the outer wall of the teapot, and he withdrew his hand suddenly due to the scorching heat.

Fang Siming, you really don't know why he keeps begging for money?

Fang Siming, you really don't understand the deep meaning of him planting flowers and plants and hanging calligraphy and paintings?

Fang Siming, you really don't understand the meaning of the place he wants you to accompany him to meet?

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Yuebai removed the disguise and changed his clothes. He opened the door and came out. Yuebai's clothes were spotless.In his hands is no longer his medicine box, but a folding fan, a folding fan with a fine jade pendant hanging on it.

He seems to be the same as in the past, but when looking at the subtleties, he finds that everything is different.The hosta hairpin, the moon-white clothes embroidered with dark patterns, the pure white boots, and the abrupt folding fan all reveal a kind of solemnity.

The ancients had a saying, return home in good clothes.You, who is this for?And why do you want to cover it up and pretend that this is just ordinary?

Fang Siming stood up from the chair, didn't ask or say much, just smiled.The two went out together, found a place to set up a table like ordinary friends, drank two glasses of wine, and had a meal.

As the sky darkened, Yuebai walked slowly on the street to digest food, and Fang Siming walked beside him with his hands behind his back.

There are many people in Gusu, and the streets and river banks have been lit up with scattered lights.There are not many people walking in twos and threes on the street, but there are also many.Fang Siming and Yue Bai are like two ordinary people among them, there seems to be no difference between them.The lights on the bank of the river shone on their faces, and they seemed to be able to catch a warm temperature.So both of them laughed and said a few words from time to time.

until they reach their destination.The fragrance of makeup and powder came out, and in the brightly lit room, the woman laughed coquettishly while swinging a handkerchief upstairs in front of the door.

Yuebai's complexion was pale, and the warm color faded away, and the bright lights reflected in the eyes were like layers of snow-white frost.

Still not the same.The imprints engraved in your bones, those experiences you can't forget, make you never really be like those happy smiling people who are distressed by the little things in the family.Your life intersects and separates from them, after all it is different.

Their blood is stained on other people's hands, and the blood of others can't be counted on their own hands.Fang Siming glanced around, Yuebai hooked his sleeve, and her cold fingertips brushed the back of his equally cold hand.Yuebai said: "The war has passed, and the people have been living well in recent years, so the people here are also living well. Mr. Fang, do you want to listen to a song?"

"Of course." Fang Siming replied.