87_87437 Zhong Ziyuan turned his head sideways and said coldly to Li Zhukuai and the group: "I'm going to start treating this poor child, do you still want to watch from the sidelines?" ”

Li Zhutou sighed and pulled the ruffian and said, "Forget it, such a little girl can't be the culprit you are looking for above." Let's go elsewhere to find it, don't bother Dr. Jia here to save people. ”

The cigarette lady also took out a piece of broken silver from her sleeve pocket very brightly, stuffed it into the soldier's hand, and said with a smile: "Ladies and gentlemen, you have worked hard, take this little bit of caution to drink tea!" ”

The soldier ruffled the silver in his hand, which weighed about two taels. It's not much, but it's not too little. So he waved his hand and said, "It's really unlucky, let's go." The men shouted and strode away together. Although they were responsible for the security of the entire Chang'an City, none of them opened their mouths to inquire about Yun'er's injuries.

After this group of evil stars left, Zhong Ziyuan couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and then said to Cardamom: "Take the medicine you caught earlier to Yan Niang to fry it." ”

"Leave it to me!" The cigarette girl wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, stepped forward to take the medicine in Cardamom's hand, and walked out of the room quickly.

"How's Yun'er?" After the cigarette lady left, a woman in her thirties and gorgeously dressed walked in. She is the ** Yan Luyi of this Huaqiao Pavilion. She was also a generation of Oiran in Chang'an City more than ten years ago, when she was gorgeous and incomparable, famous all over the world, and I don't know how many princes and grandsons, talented and famous people fell under her pomegranate skirt.

Today, she still has beautiful facial features and a bewitching figure. It's just that the delicate makeup can't hide the fine lines that creep up the corners of her eyes, and her eyes have become cold and cloudy, no longer clear and moving. It can be seen that no matter how beautiful the face is, it can't withstand the ruthless knife of time.

Zhong Ziyuan opened the medicine box at hand, took out the bottles and cans inside, and began to deal with the wounds on Yun'er's body. She said unceremoniously to Yan Luyi: "Mother Yan, you have also seen her injuries, without a few years of maintenance, these scars will not disappear at all." In fact, Yun'er is still young, so why are you in a hurry to let her pick up customers. Thanks to your careful upbringing for so many years, it is all ruined all at once. ”

Yan Luyi glanced down at Yun'er's immature and pale face, and her cheeks, which were originally as delicate as flower petals, were like eggplants beaten by frost, and they lost a trace of brilliance. Even behind her ear there was a very hideous whip mark. She had to admit in her heart that Zhong Ziyuan's words were indeed ruined.

Thinking of this, Yan Luyi hated it in his heart, Yun'er's facial features are exquisite, and her body bones are naturally soft, which is the kind that men love the most. Over the years, she has spent a lot of money on this girl, just to support her to become the pillar of the Huaqiao Pavilion and create the glory of the Huaqiao Pavilion fifteen years ago.

Two years, just two years away. hated that the son of the Zhang Shilang family was angry with Ye Meisu, so he ran to the Huaqiao Pavilion to drink and spread wild. It's also strange that Yun'er is unlucky, it's not good to hide in the backyard to practice the piano, but I want to run to the front yard to give food to a little flower outside the door, so that Zhang Gongzi can see it. However, he was accompanying an important guest at the time, and the servants did not dare to disturb him, so it became an uncontrollable situation.

I remembered that this morning, the beast threw two ingots of gold to him, and said in an arrogant tone: "This price should be enough to bud that little girl." The roots of her teeth itched, and she wanted to pounce on him and bite him a few times.

It's just that it's too late to say anything now, she smiled, her eyes seemed to have a toxin spreading infinitely, and the words spit out of her cherry-like lips were extremely cold: "The woman who enters here has never been able to help herself." Ruined? Everyone here has been completely ruined, both physically and mentally. Okay, don't say anything superfluous. Doctor Jia, I won't miss any of your consultation money, just give her the best medicine. But I've never raised idlers in this Caiqiao Pavilion, and when her injuries heal, there have to be things waiting for her to do, and I haven't spent all these years of silver in vain. With that, she brushed her sleeves away.

Zhong Ziyuan was helping Yun'er clean her wounds, and she could clearly feel that Yun'er's body shrank after listening to Yan Luyi's words. Cardamom was a violent temper, and she couldn't help but jump up and say, "Who is this ** angry at?" Could it be that Yun'er made it like this, or voluntarily. ”

"Doctor Jia, please don't be surprised." Yun'er whispered: "Mother Yan is also angry to talk nonsense, she usually treats Yun'er very well." ”

Zhong Ziyuan didn't expect Yun'er to help Yan Luyi speak, and she couldn't help but feel a trace of pity in her heart. But Yun'er is still young after all, and she is simpler in the end. Yan Luyi used to be good to her, and that was because she had use value. Now that Yun'er has become a waste, Zhong Ziyuan doesn't think that Yan Luyi is a bodhisattva, and will treat Yun'er as always. But she didn't want to say these words to add to the annoyance of this already battered little girl.

It had been an hour since Yun'er had taken care of the wounds on her body, and it was still Yan Niang who sent Zhong Ziyuan and Cardamom out of the back door of the Huaqiao Pavilion.

After turning two corners, seeing that there was no one around, Cardamom asked curiously: "Little master, I remember that you don't have a kind of white jade paste on your hands, and the effect of removing scars is the best." Why don't you use it for Yun'er? ”

"What little master." Zhong Ziyuan knocked on her head, and said angrily: "Is there still a young master in our family?" ”

Cardamom covered the top of her head, smirked and said, "A slip of the tongue, a slip of the tongue." After a while, she pestered Zhong Ziyuan and asked, "Young Master, why haven't you sued me yet?" ”

Zhong Ziyuan sighed and said, "Do you think it's a good thing for her to let her recover that snow-colored skin as soon as possible?" ”

"Isn't it bad? As a woman, who wouldn't take care of her face! Cardamom clearly still doesn't quite understand.

Zhong Ziyuan smiled and said leisurely: "I will help her recover, but I have to see the right time, now is not the best time." ”

"Oh!" Cardamom nodded as if she didn't understand.

After walking for a while, I entered the alley, and the crowd increased again. Walking in this alley, there are basically all kinds of men. There were rich men in brocade robes, and there were also peddlers' pawns in short clothes. Although their identities are different, they can all find their own needs in this alley.

"Huh! Who's that? She looks so handsome! Cardamom suddenly pulled Zhong Ziyuan's sleeve, pointed ahead excitedly, and asked curiously.

Zhong Ziyuan looked around, and saw a beautiful son wearing a jade crown, a moon-white robe, a jade belt around his waist, and a dark color, riding on a snow-white high-headed horse. A pair of dark eyes shine with anticipation, showing his elegance and nobility. Behind him were more than twenty black-clad guards, walking vigorously. The surrounding pedestrians dodged one after another, lest they be able to avoid it.

The corners of Zhong Ziyuan's mouth twitched, and he said secretly: Only this Prince Rui has such a momentum, and when he comes out to visit the Qinglou, he has to bring twenty guards to play prestige, as if he is afraid that Yu Shi will have no excuse to join him in front of the emperor. It's really strange, such an unruly man, in addition to his title, looks beautiful, and has more money, where is it worth the madness of those nobles in Chang'an City. Even Liu Yuqing, who has always been above the top, is no exception, do they all regard themselves as the only savior of this merry prince? .