Time-traveling Famous Doctors Are Hard to Find

Chapter 32 The Wind

During this period of time, Song Mingzhe's avoiding Xiao Yuchun was like hiding from ghosts again, no, shadows are more difficult to deal with than ghosts.Ghosts are only on night shift, and shadows follow you all the time, and when there is light, they are immediately exposed in front of your eyes.Song Mingzhe went to the vegetable market to pick cabbage, and he could find Xifeng's face under the cabbage, "My lord asked me to bring you a sentence..." Song Mingzhe became angry from embarrassment, stuffed the cabbage gang into his mouth, turned around and left angrily, The pretty little face is distorted due to anger, take your sister, I don't know if the young master is in a mess, can you not put psychological pressure on him!

On this day, Song Mingzhe enjoyed his morning tea alone in Yanchun Tower, drinking sweet soy milk, eating salty Peking sauce pork, and a bowl of fragrant pea noodles, happy like a fairy.The sounds of chatting, gossip, and complaints filled my ears one after another. Song Mingzhe almost slapped the table to play a b-box accompaniment for himself.

"You can't keep avoiding me." A person suddenly sat beside him with a cold face.

Song Mingzhe desperately swallowed the pea yellow in his mouth, pretending to be listening attentively.

"Oh, have you heard that since Miss Linglong came home, Miss Ruyi has also been seriously ill to thank guests, and there is nothing wrong with this Furong Tower!"

"Come on, you, every first and fifteenth day of the Furong Building meeting, you are not the first one to arrive early. If you don't see it, you can give up the front row to Brother Yu? Hahahahahaha"

Song Mingzhe pretended to be very excited to listen to the gossip, but Xiao Yuchun grabbed his right hand forcefully and forced him to face himself.

"Did you hear me speak!"

"Little prince!" Song Mingzhe slightly raised the volume, which attracted the attention of several idlers around him. Song Mingzhe looked around and lowered his voice again. The voice was fast and crisp, like a rare crisp cucumber in winter, "Little prince , what you want all the time, probably stretch out your hand and hook your fingers, and there will be a lot of people offering it to you, but, some things can't be forced, and now I will say it again, I really don't want to be with you, my son A noble status is like the clouds in the sky, and I, Song Mingzhe, are the mud in the ground, and my son is naturally accompanied by swan geese, so why bother to look far away?"

"Besides, even if we are together, what am I?"

Song Mingzhe left a word and left first, leaving Xiao Yuchun alone by the empty table in a daze.

"Stay! How dare you eat the overlord's meal? Let's see if I won't beat you to death!" Song Mingzhe walked in a chic way, but how could the handsome back in the romance story appear in this rant? Good rubbing.With tears in his eyes, Song Mingzhe offered his purse with trembling hands. The proprietress snorted, took out the meal money fairly and objectively, and threw the rest on Song Mingzhe's face.

Song Mingzhe subconsciously thought about it and took another look at Xiao Yuchun, then turned around, the hall where he was sitting just now was already empty, only Xiao Er was cleaning up the leftovers on the table.Song Mingzhe rubbed his eyes, thinking a little sadly, when he and Xiao Yuchun were together, no one dared to stop him from eating the overlord meal!It's been a long time, and I'm not used to it by myself.Xifeng, who was sticking to Song Mingzhe like a plaster, sneezed outside Yanchun Building, which didn't match his grim appearance. Hey, this time the master didn't ask him to pay the bill first in private. It's strange.

That night, Song Mingzhe was yawning and watching Ganbao who was studying hard under the lamp. His aunt opened the door and came in to deliver supper. Seeing his expression, he was actually a little worried, "Brother, you didn't go to Hong Yushi's mansion, did you?"

Song Mingzhe's heart skipped a beat, how can this be said, could it be that someone found out, and my aunt wanted to sing a beautiful song?He swallowed hard, and replied calmly, "No."

My aunt sent the sugar water to Ganbao. Song Mingzhe, who was very nervous, "accidentally" picked it up, ate it cleanly, and was ready to oil the soles of his feet.Gan Bao's small face was wrinkled together, he was really wronged, his mouth was flattened, and finally he didn't cry.

My aunt wanted to touch her head like she did when she was a child, but she remembered something, and put her hand down embarrassingly. "Our Xi Geer is so good, why is the marriage so unhappy?"

Song Mingzhe looked at his aunt who was hesitant to speak, and wanted to ask her, "Auntie, is there something wrong with the Hong family?" Auntie was about to answer, when suddenly there was a mournful cry outside the house.

"Killer, help!"

The three people in the room suddenly changed color.

The well-known Qu Daudao in the alley is trembling all over now, unable to utter a complete sentence, and with his hands that usually kill chickens and dogs, he can't even hold a bowl of water and wine, and half of the bowl is spilled outside.But in this situation, no one cared about it, and they asked him to take a breath and talk about what was going on.

Qu Boldly drank three sips of burning knives in a row, and his face recovered some blood, "I didn't want to go out at night, but the girls at home were restless, and said they were worried about the lost chicken during the day, so let me go outside to see if it's dark I flew back by myself. As soon as I went out, I realized something was wrong."

"It's very dark outside. You can't see the darkness with your fingers. Instead, there is a green patch on the left. I was just about to see what was going on. Suddenly, by the moonlight, I saw Old Wu lying on his back, not far away. He put on a grimace with blue face and fangs, and a permeable smile in the green light, which made my hairs stand on end, and then I yelled, and you all know the rest." After Qu Daudao finished speaking, he poured out the bowl Bottom, not a drop of wine.He smiled wryly and wanted to stand up, but was pushed down forcefully by several people around him.

"I said, are you exaggerating? Maybe it's just a person, and there is no ghost or god like you said." Sun Xiucai next door stroked his beardless chin, comforting Qu Bold and comforting himself.

"I swear! There really are ghosts! Green ghosts! If I talk nonsense, I will be struck by lightning!" Qu Daring spit and was very excited.

"Old Wu who was on the watch was killed for no reason. My brother-in-law's wife's brother-in-law's brother-in-law's brother is in Jingzhaoli. He said that Old Wu's blood was almost gone. This is not something ordinary people can do."

"It's strange to say that Lao Wu usually doesn't enter a single person, and offends a sea of ​​people, but he never forgets to offer incense to the gods every day. How could he be killed by ghosts?"

There are different opinions, and there is no answer after arguing all night. When Song Mingzhe finished washing and went out the next day, there were still traces of blood left in the cracks in the stones at the entrance of the alley. , for fear of provoking something unclean.

Song Mingzhe scratched his head, why is there something wrong with the wind direction?

Song Mingzhe read the "Three Yin and Three Yang" chapter of the Neijing several times at home, but he didn't get a single word in the small script in the book, but the corners of the classics in his hands were crumpled by him.The previous evil ghost map has not been deciphered, and now there are green ghosts hurting people suddenly, Song Mingzhe instinctively felt that there must be some connection between the two.I heard that Master Xu Xiaoyuan has no children, only two ineffective nephews, who passed away a few months ago. In order to repay the bad debts of Hualiu Lane, the nephews have already sold all of Master Xu's calligraphy and paintings at a low price. I might as well go to the familiar calligraphy and painting It is also good to search for it in the store, and borrow it if you can't afford it.

"At such a time, you still run outside. The sun is good today, Xi'er, can you help me dry Tianma?" Grandfather suddenly flashed out from behind the screen wall, and stopped Song Mingzhe who was running happily outside.

Song Mingzhe was in high spirits, he didn't want to do these trivial things, he had an idea, pointed to the sky, "Grandfather, what is that in the sky?"

"Little bastard, you dare to blackmail me. If you don't teach you, you will eat, drink, prostitute and gamble. You just want to piss me off!" The daughter-in-law was dumbfounded.

"Father, Xi Ge'er is not as miserable as you said. He is a good person. I don't know if he has heard about the third girl of the Hong family. It's just that he is bored and went out for a walk. Don't blame him. After a while May I give you a helping hand to turn Gastrodiae?" Standing by the side, Mrs. Qin refrained from making fun of the little old man. He had all sorts of suspicions with his grandson in front of him, and he couldn't think about it without his grandson.

Old Man Song stroked his beard, "Where is Ganbao, why are you leaving school so late these days?"

Qin moved his mouth, and explained with a little embarrassment, "Gan Bao said that he will go to a classmate's house for a reunion these two days, and he will not come back too late. You saw him growing up when you were young. He is very honest and will not be playful."

"Mr. Qin, you have to be careful. Children have uncertain temperaments. They are no better than Xi'er. They know everything by themselves..." She opened her mouth to talk at length, as if she would never stop, and Mrs. Qin could only smile wryly and agree.

Among the many calligraphy and painting shops, Song Mingzhe likes the Dianmo Bookstore the most.The owner of the bookstore is a fat man with an easy-going personality. He often happily introduces Song Mingzhe's new erotic calligraphy and painting. The old peddler who traveled all over the world brought him a taste of special products.When encountering poor people who have no money to buy books, he often reprimands others to read his books with a stern face, and asks them to re-copy them with his pen and ink, and then turn around and give them away, so there are often people in Qingliu who have been taken care of by him. The student has become an official lord, often taking care of his business without mentioning it.

Song Mingzhe went into the bookstore when there were few people, and smelled the pine fragrance in the air, feeling relieved.

"Have you got any new paintings and calligraphy recently? Master Xu Xiaoyuan's." Song Mingzhe leaned on the cabinet and asked the accountant who bowed his head to settle accounts.The accountant's surname is Xu, and he is crackling his abacus. He is impatient and doesn't even raise his head. "The latest calligraphy and paintings are all in the northeast corner to see by yourself. As for Master Xu's paintings," he finally took the time to look at the money flying all over the sky. He glanced at Song Mingzhe, seeing that Song Mingzhe didn't look like someone who could afford it, "No." The cold word was like a nine-ring gold-backed machete splitting Song Mingzhe's face, making him feel uncomfortable.

"Where's your shopkeeper?" Song Mingzhe didn't like Xu's accountant very much, and asked with restrained anger, thinking that if the shopkeeper was here, he would have to take a look at the painting before leaving.

"Not here." Xu's accountant cherished words like gold, "It's okay to step aside, don't block my sun."

Song Mingzhe was tempted to endure, his facial muscles were twitching, and he really wanted to sue the accountant when the shopkeeper came back. He was thinking of saying a few harsh words to stab Xu the accountant, when he suddenly saw a young woman facing him wave.

"The head of the family has gone to the countryside to collect books. I'm going to take a look here for the time being. If you don't mind me going to the back warehouse to look for it, it's okay if you have something to borrow." The woman spoke very politely, and Song Mingzhe lowered his head and promised, thinking But I was thinking, this age is much younger than the shopkeeper, if it is not a concubine, it can only be a stepmother.

"Is there any painting here that you are looking for? I was born in an ordinary family, and I don't know much about calligraphy and painting, so I can't help you." The woman clicked the small lock of the warehouse, and Song Mingzhe became dizzy just by looking at it. A lot of calligraphy and paintings are densely hung, and there are tall bookcases on each wall, and there are many scrolls.Song Mingzhe used his eyesight to look at one by one, and became dizzy after a while.The woman covered her mouth and laughed, "I'll pour you a cup of tea."

As soon as the woman left, Song Mingzhe cheered up and listened carefully to the movement outside the door.I heard the shopkeeper mention by chance that his favorite calligraphy and paintings are not hung in ordinary warehouses, but are placed in his bedroom.If it really doesn't work, I can only go to someone's bedroom to search for it. If I rashly make such an indecent request to my wife, Song Mingzhe will probably be tied up at Caishikou for three days and three nights.

Everything can only depend on yourself!Song Mingzhe thought to himself, I am Xifeng, I am Xifeng, and he tiptoed into his bedroom.Thanks to the construction industry of Daliang, the layout of the house is not bad, and it took two turns to reach the back room.Song Mingzhe pushed the door lightly, and sure enough there was no one inside. There was a large bronze mirror in the room, and there were a lot of rouge and gouache on the stage, but Song Mingzhe's attention was on the bedside box, which was just as long as the scroll. As soon as he touched it, he heard footsteps coming in a hurry outside the door.

Song Mingzhe looked around, opened the closet and got in, closed the door carefully, and observed the movement outside along the crack of the closet door.The person who came in was actually Xiao Yuchun, could it be that he had sex with the wife of the shopkeeper of the bookstore?

If Xiao Yuchun knew what Song Mingzhe was thinking at the moment, he would definitely cry for grievances. Although he was known as a romantic, he wouldn't be so picky, would he?Knowing that the shopkeeper had a painting by Master Xu that he had never seen before, he asked the shopkeeper several times to discuss selling it.He was not even allowed to inspect the goods in advance, "The little prince has a lot of capable people. If you read it today, there will be more imitations in the market tomorrow." I really hate people, Xiao Yuchun took advantage of the opportunity when the shopkeeper went out to collect books, and personally Do a search, if there is no research value, it will not be accepted.It is more reassuring to see this kind of delicate work with your own eyes, after all, there are only a handful of people who are familiar with Master Xu's painting style and have seen the picture of the hidden evil spirit.

Suddenly there were footsteps outside the door, if someone caught the young prince in his wife's room and jumped into the water to wash for three days and three nights, but he still couldn't clean it, maybe he would take the opportunity to blackmail the palace.Xiao Yuchun made a decisive decision, looked around, there was space under the bed, and only the wardrobe was left to hide people, so without saying a word, he opened the door of the cabinet and got in.

Unexpectedly, there was already a person sitting inside, with his mouth wide open, staring at him, it was Song Mingzhe, could it be that he was having an affair with the shopkeeper's wife?Xiao Yuchun was furious, and was about to say who you dare to get entangled with, and who I will kill.The footsteps were getting closer, but Song Mingzhe pulled himself into the closet together, closed the closet door, and the two sat side by side in the dark.As the saying goes, embarrassment fucking opens the door for embarrassment, it's really embarrassing everyone!

If you want to know how the future will be, let's listen to the next chapter to break it down. In the next chapter, the gentleman on Liang watched live dramas, how much he knows about real dramas and fake ones.