The silk strings on the stage chirped, and the cups and lamps off the stage were staggered. The mirror on the stage hangs high, as if to indicate that the sky is bright and good, and the laughter and singing of the warbler during the banquet have become a school of singing and dancing......

The little treasure is still stealing fun when he gets cheap, the idiot is still looking forward to the beauty embryo, the intriguing moon worship and moon worship two girls are fighting for a little wine again to win the favor of the guest officer, and the old bustard's mother who is so busy hitting the back of her head seems to have made money and earned a cramp in her feet......

"Click-", somehow, the strings of the pipa between the fingers of the orchid on the stage suddenly made a discordant tone in the tones, and were broken by the lively play......

The noisy banquet suddenly fell silent......

At this moment, Qingwen turned around and smiled, her eyes were charming, and her dimples were drunk.

The silk strings sounded as usual again, and the people were drunk again, and then, Qingwen burst into tears, and her blood had already rushed to her temples.

Just because she was standing behind Lord Jia Zheng and Lord Prefect, she accidentally heard news related to herself, Qingwen's face seemed calm, but her heart kept shaking......

"What's wrong with you? Sit down and take a sip of hot ginger tea, don't be tired. Baoyu saw that this cold-faced girl had always been in the heart, and finally showed a little face to herself under the persuasion of Wei Xiaobao, but she seemed to be entangled in something, and suddenly her eyes were full of bright and heavy concerns, which made him feel distressed, so he pulled her sleeve and motioned for Qingwen to sit down.

Where does Qingwen dare to sit down, she will turn around and retreat when she squats.

The wind has just passed, and the hot wind has hit the face. The old bustard dragged his fat body straight over, and did not take care of the prefect and Master Jia, but came to the side of Baoyu in the back seat, grabbed Qingwen and said: "Childe finally came to visit, Qingwen, you put down your work and have a good chat with Childe." ”

Without saying anything, he pressed Qingwen's shoulder and asked her to sit aside, and then ordered someone to bring a plate of seasonal fruits, a plate of mille-feuille cake curry samosas and other Nanyang pastries, and then, he hurriedly flashed back and twisted towards the other seats.

Baoyu is the gentle and lovely little master, not only eagerly holding the hot tea, but also seeing Qingwen asking her to drink it, and then put her finger on Qingwen's wrist, swearing, as if an old Chinese medicine doctor was checking the pulse.

"Wonderful?" Baoyu shook her head: "...... What?!Not good!"

Qingwen was also dizzy and anxious......

Baoyu took the pulse and said solemnly: "Master said: Under the temple of the sun, it is the convergence of the multi-sensory pulse and the weak pulse. I don't know very much, but I can hear your pulse, but I feel that you seem to have just been frightened, and your sensitive temples have been hit by this multiple combined force, oops! Young lady, you seem to have a 'chronic disease in your heart', the house leak was rained overnight, and you were frightened by this sideways in front of you, for a while, you saw and heard this attack, and many pulses were beaten by the sun, so naturally you lost your balance, your body muscles were out of balance, and you were dizzy, dizzy, and your eyes were black, and you couldn't maintain ......."

Wei Xiaobao leaned over and said, "People are so good, how can you take a pulse, it's like you want to talk about it." ”

When Baoyu heard this, she was also startled, and hurriedly retracted her hand: "Half-hung oil bottle, sister, don't listen to me, just now, it was all nonsense." ”

Qingwen felt that the young man named Baoyu in front of her looked like he was twelve or thirteen years old, how naughty he was so naughty that he kept calling himself a "little sister", no wonder he was the same as Xiaobao, a bad kind of person who wore a pair of pants!

However, Baoyu's pulse diagnosis was reasonable, cutting to Qingwen's sore spot. After listening to him, Qingwen felt a little sad in her heart, it turned out that she had thought about this gentleman.