Chapter 29 The origin is doubtful -
“Don’t be afraid, girl, I am the owner of the Wangyue Tower next door. You are ill, so I will take you back to the restaurant first.”
He said lightly He gently placed her on a wide and soft guest seat in the most secluded resting area of the Wangyue Building Hall.
“Originally there was a very comfortable room upstairs for you to rest, but I was worried that the girl would think it was inappropriate, so...”
“It’s very nice here, I’m busy.”
The dizziness disappeared a lot, and she could see his appearance clearly at this time. He had a pair of beautiful red phoenix eyes, which seemed to have a pool of autumn water, a high nose bridge, full lips, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, as if he was smiling even if he was not smiling. . With wide shoulders and narrow waist, he is dressed in green clothes like jade, with hair in a bun like ink, he is handsome and elegant.
"Are you some kind of god? You're so good-looking." She looked like a man from a comic book, she admired sincerely.
The man smiled, "The girl is more beautiful, so I will fall in love with you at first sight."
Song Weichen was shocked to realize that his words were too explicit, and coughed slightly in embarrassment. It was estimated that the other party would I consider myself a frivolous person.
"I'm not what you think..."
She looked embarrassed, "Thank you just now. I just get dizzy easily when I stand up after squatting for a long time. I really didn't mean to jump on you."
The man smiled, "When did I say that the girl did it on purpose? ? Besides, if you really pounced on me on purpose, it would be too late for me to be happy."
Song Weichen was embarrassed.
"Then don't bother me. Thank you, sir, for saving me. I didn't bring any money today. I'll pay for your roasted chestnuts another day."
After saying that, before the man could react, she I hurriedly stood up and left, but as soon as I stood up, my legs gave out and I fell to the ground.
The attack of hypoglycemia was coming fiercely, and she was complaining endlessly. She must have become so brittle because she was not acclimatized in the sleep world! His face instantly turned pale as paper, looking horrifying compared to just now.
Seeing this, the man quickly picked her up from the ground and hurriedly ordered the restaurant boy to call the doctor at the hospital.
“Girl!”
Song Weichen wanted to say don’t worry, but he was speechless. The man’s face looked anxious.
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Almost at the same time, as if sensing that Song Weichen was in danger, Mo Tingfeng in Sikong Mansion finally opened his eyes. Wearing only his middle coat, he sat in a place that looked like a fairyland pool, and the energy around him was slowly absorbed by the water.
"If you don't wake up, my marrow washing pool will be turned into a poisonous vat by you."
The person who spoke was Zhuang Yuheng, the head of the Sikong Mansion, known as Mr. Yuheng.
At this moment, he is sitting in the Yatai not far from the marrow washing pool drinking. He is wearing a white brocade robe embroidered with gold, a gold jade crown on his head, and elegant white brocade boots embroidered with gold silk. Extraordinary nobility from top to bottom, the appearance of a true immortal.
This Lord Yu Heng has a body like a green mountain, a face as bright as the moon, and eyebrows as sharp as the temples, and eyes as bright as morning stars. He is said to be the most beautiful man in the world. I am afraid no one will object. She has wanted to marry him for many years. There were countless powerful women, including the eldest princess of the Meijie realm, but they gave up the idea just thinking about it.
Just because Yu Hengjun's early practice of walking into fire and becoming a demon went wrong - any earthly branch in the year of Yin, the tiger moon meets the Yin sun, will lose his mind and become an extremely dangerous monster. How can a powerful family accept such a half-demon, and they will no longer engage in marriage Consideration made him feel at ease.
For thousands of years, only the demon-sealing restriction set by Mo Tingfeng, the "No. 1 God of War in the Sleep World", could trap him and prevent him from causing serious trouble. This is why the two are as close as brothers. reasons.
To put it bluntly, Yu Hengjun devoted himself to studying the principles of medicine and stone just because he wanted to cure his own illness. However, after a long illness, he became the best medicine king in this world.
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The maid poured a glass of wine into Zhuang Yuheng's amber cup. He picked it up and took a sip. He looked at Mo Ting, who was getting dressed behind the screen by the pool with only his head exposed. Feng, "What did you do? If you were half an hour later than me, your cultivation would be completely ruined. Since you can't be emotional if you kill your emotions, others don't know it, but you don't know it yourself?"
"Stop saying a few words, or I'll silence you."
Mo Tingfeng got dressed, walked out from behind the screen and sat across from Zhuang Yuheng.
"As for the use of poison, even if I give you another five hundred years, you, an old boy, can't beat me."
Zhuang Yuheng looked at him with a smile and moved closer with a gossipy look on his face.
"Do I know which girl provoked you like this? It can't be my cousin, right?"
"I just remembered old things. Stop guessing." Mo Tingfeng drank.
Zhuang Yuheng knows clearly. He has known Mo Tingfeng for many years and is no stranger to Sang Pu's story. It's just that he hasn't wanted to stop mentioning this woman for many years, so why suddenly...? If he didn't want to talk, he wouldn't ask. Zhuang Yuheng changed the topic.
"I heard that the new white robe is a soul whisperer? The rumors are going crazy outside. When will you let me see him?"
Mo Tingfeng was startled, thinking of the man who moved to the city with a happy face. The little liar in the Venerable Mansion didn't know if he had caused trouble during his absence, and he didn't know if Gu Cangyue had come to cause trouble.
He suddenly put down his wine glass and stood up, "Let's go, busy solving the case." While he was talking, the man had arrived at the door.
"Wait a minute," Zhuang Yuheng raised his hand and threw a medicine bottle over. Mo Tingfeng didn't move and raised his hand to catch it.
“There is no solution to the restriction of killing love, and you will become a cripple at the slightest or dead at the worst. You know this better than me. All I can do is to help you relieve the pain of violent backlash. One pill of this medicine every three days can protect you. "My heart and muscles."
"Thank you." Mo Tingfeng waved his hand and left without looking back.
“Don’t be tempted!”
Zhuang Yuheng shouted loudly at his back, with a worried look on his face.
Something was wrong, someone must have appeared that moved his heart.
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In a simple yet masculine bedroom in Wangyue Building.
The doctor at the medical clinic was explaining something to the man, and the man nodded in response.
Song Weichen sat on the bed and watched all this. On the table was a bowl of brown sugar, ginseng and ginger water that she had drunk. The hypoglycemic attack came and went like the wind. At this moment, she felt that she was fine.
"The doctor said that you are weak in energy and blood and have not recovered from the cold. You should take a good rest for a while."
Sending the doctor off, the man came to the bed and looked at her, his eyes gentle and worried.
"Thank you for your concern, young master. In fact, I have always been in good health. Maybe I was a little acclimated to this place when I first arrived. I didn't scare you just now. I was afraid that you would suspect that I came here to deliberately touch porcelain." The man smiled and shook his head. Seeing that she was about to get out of bed, he wanted to stop her. "Girl, there is no need to leave in a hurry. I was in a hurry and the guests were full, so I had to take her to the room below. I'm rude."
"I'm really fine. It would be rude to interrupt again, but don't delay the young master's business anymore."
Song Weichen got out of bed and took the initiative to tidy up the bed. The man behind her looked at her back with deep eyes. Just as she was about to say something, the Nuo opera mask hanging on the wall suddenly fell off. The sudden movement startled her.
She walked over and picked it up, "This mask..." She couldn't help but think of the one she picked up at random in front of the mask stall at the night market. Why did it look so familiar?
“Oh, I bought it at the night market last night. I always like to collect these. Today I wore this mask when I went out and scared the girl. After all, it’s my fault after all.”
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Song Weichen's eyes were more scrutinizing.
She put the mask on his face and took it away. Looking at the various masks on the wall of his bedroom, she couldn't help but think of the Wangchuan boss wearing a mica bird's beak mask. Speaking of which, the two of them were very handsome. Very similar...
By some strange coincidence, she raised the mask to cover half of his face, huh? Why does the exposed lower half of the face look so similar? Could it be...?
"May I ask what you call the young master?"
She was suspicious. Could it be that the birdman deliberately disguised himself to tease her?
"I am Xia Shuqiu Long. I have been doing business elsewhere before and I just moved here not long ago."
"Do you have a relative named Gu?"
The man shook his head, looking confused.
As if something suddenly occurred to him, "Miss, did you identify me as the Lord of the River of Forgetfulness?"
"Do you know him? What is your relationship with him?"
Seeing that he took the initiative to mention the birdman, she simply stopped pretending.
"The Lord of Wangchuan, Gu Cangyue, no one in the world knows you."
The man smiled somewhat self-deprecatingly, "Although I have lived in Youmeng for a long time and have some business dealings with Cangyue Mansion, I have always I have never had the chance to see his face, but those who have seen him occasionally will feel that I have a slight resemblance to that gentleman, but this ordinary person, whose identity is so different from him, how can I dare to compare him? Unexpectedly... girl. Have you ever seen that adult?”
“No, I haven’t. I just heard that that adult likes to wear a mask, so I thought of it since I saw you here so much.”
Seeing his openness, her doubts were somewhat dispelled. After all, he was a stranger, and it was inappropriate for her to be so aggressive. What's more, the temperaments of the two are really very different. If he were really the arrogant and hands-on Bird Immortal, how could he explain to himself so patiently.
Perhaps I am overthinking myself.
Thinking of this, Song Weichen laughed, "Fortunately you are not him, otherwise I would have been in big trouble if I had recklessly lifted your mask by mistake."
"Oh? What big trouble?" The man looked curious.
She remembered what Gu Cangyue said in Qiushui Town, "I have sworn an oath, and the mask can only be taken off by my partner."
"It's nothing, nothing, it's too late. I really have to leave. I’ll come back another day to say thank you.”
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As Song Weichen spoke, she put the mask into Shu Yulong's hand and hurriedly walked to the door of the bedroom. Unexpectedly, as soon as she opened the door, the old housekeeper of the restaurant rushed in hastily.
"Boss Shu, the singer just sent someone to send a message and brought back the deposit, saying that she would stop coming to our place to sing after Yipinlou offered her a higher salary. Now it's her turn to perform. What can we do!”
At this time, the bedroom door was opened, and the sound of singing and dancing could be heard faintly from outside. It was already dinner time, and it was the time when the Moon Tower was full of guests.
"Don't worry, can you let the current actors perform another Nuo opera dance?"
The housekeeper shook his head, "This dance is extremely labor-intensive, and even if you dance it again, it will not be effective. Not good. And many customers are here for the singer. What should we do?”
"Is Miss Mianmian here?" The man was not impatient.
“Calculating, the time should be almost up!”
“It really can’t be done. I’m tired today, so let Miss Mianmian play one more song to pass the singer’s time first.”
The man explained to the old housekeeper, looking at Song Weichen, "Girl, wait a moment, I will take you out."
The old housekeeper stopped the man who was about to leave, "Two songs in a row, if there is no reason, even if It’s hard for Miss Mianmian to keep guests!”
Just as the man was about to walk towards her, he was pestered by the old housekeeper again, "Boss Shu! What do you think about this..."
"Boss Shu, you don't have to worry about me if you have something important to deal with. I'll go first." Let's go, come back another day to say thank you!" After Song Weichen said that, he ran away regardless of Shu Yulong's reaction. She was actually anxious. She had been out for too long today. The cold-faced King of Hell didn't know if he had noticed that she had skipped work at this moment. Scared just thinking about it.
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There is a large stage in the middle of the Wangyue Tower hall, where Nuo opera and dance are being performed. High-quality performances are probably Wangyue Tower’s way of attracting customers. The restaurant is indeed doing good business. There are a lot of diners at this moment.
Song Weichen had no intention of watching the show and walked out the door. However, she was pushed by the waiter who hurriedly ran out to greet the customers. She uncontrollably bumped into a man wearing a veil who had just entered the door. The girl fell to the ground, and her hand was stepped on by a guest who happened to be walking by.
"It hurts!" The girl screamed, and for a moment she knelt on the ground and covered her hands, unable to get up.
The male guest who stepped on the girl's hand was afraid of being held responsible, so he took advantage of the chaos to lure in the flow of customers and left pretending that nothing happened. When Song Weichen saw that he had bumped into someone, he hurried over to help the person up.
"I'm so sorry, girl, are you okay?!"
The girl was already in shock, holding her hand in pain and unable to make a sound. Song Weichen quickly held her hand and looked at it, a little bit. It's red, but there's not even a skin injury, so it should be fine. Just as she was thinking about it, she was slapped hard on the face and pushed out.
“Where did this country girl come from, how dare she attack a noble man!”
Song Weichen was stunned. She staggered a few steps before she stood up. Her face was suddenly burning. She covered her face and looked over. She saw that the girl was being supported by a maid-looking person. The latter was glaring at her angrily, as if she was about to rush at any moment. Come over and hit me twice more.
"Your Majesty? Your Majesty must be reasonable! I was also hit by someone, and I have already apologized. Your master didn't say anything, why are you barking here?"
长At such an age, when had she ever been slapped? Song Weichen stared at the girl, thinking that her servant would take action to hurt someone, and she couldn't just sit idly by.
"Apologise?! What a joke! How noble my mistress is, how dare you, a damn girl, to injure her hand! To tell you the truth, if you don't leave an arm today, there is no way you can leave!"
(End of this chapter)