"Just now, I had the honor to listen to Mr.'s song, like hearing the sound of the sky. Here, I would like to give Mr. a glass and express my gratitude. Jiang Pingxuan led everyone to raise the lamp to the little doctor in the sea.

Hai Xiaoyi glanced at it lightly and said, "I don't drink. ”

The merciless refusal made Jiang Pingxuan drink himself a little embarrassed.

"Jiu, serve tea to Mr."

"I only drink plain water." Hai Xiaoyi's face was expressionless, and he suddenly said: "Wine hurts the liver and kidneys, and the tea is cold." ”

The atmosphere was embarrassed again, but Yun Qian was happy, this Doctor Hai's cold and admonishing tone with his handsome face was very interesting.

"Mr.'s surname is Hai, I don't know if he is a descendant of the former Chaohai family?" Jiang Pingxuan reluctantly and abruptly changed the topic.

"Ancestor Sea Chinese Medicine." Dr. Hai replied.

"Hahaha...uh." Jiang Shoushuo laughed, he just felt that the name of this family was too casual, but he soon found that everyone else was very respectful.

Sea Doctor, Sea Old Doctor, Sea Doctor, Sea Chinese Medicine... This series of absurd names represented a family that moved the world more than ten years ago. The sea doctor was not called the sea doctor, but after learning from the divine doctor Qing Quezi, he changed his name to Mingzhi, and since then the Hai family has been a doctor for generations, following this strange tradition.

The Hai family hangs the pot to help the world, regardless of the rich and the poor, and the poor are treated equally. Emperor Yan named him a heavenly imperial doctor for generations, attacking the earl, but the Haijia doctor still does not reside in the imperial capital, but spends most of his time walking the world every year, treating diseases and saving people.

Until ten years ago, the Liang and Liao agreements jointly invaded and carved up the Yan Kingdom. When Dayan was finally surviving, Murong Ju, a Liang military division known as a soldier and ghost, led 10,000 light horsemen to attack Yanjing, which originally belonged to the Liao Theater. Yanjing City was broken, but Da Liao's reaction was faster than expected, and he gathered 100,000 horsemen to surround the imperial capital in three days. The Liang army was unwilling to give up the rich and prosperous imperial capital of the Yan Dynasty to Liao, so they slaughtered the city, and the great doctor and Chinese medicine Wei Dao were martyred.

Although they are now superficially attached to Da Liang and Da Liao, most of the patriots are still very ashamed of the brutal acts of those barbarians. The Hai clan is the benefactor of many people, and it is also the saint in the hearts of the people of the world.

Hai Xiaoyi was not angry because of Jiang Shoushuo's rudeness, he looked at the world calmly.

"Mr. Hai, the slave family has no eyes, and he has offended many times before, so I would like to make amends to you here." There is a rare sincerity in Butterfly's words.

"It doesn't matter." Hai Xiaoyi was staring coldly at Yun Qian at this time.

Seeing that he didn't care much about himself at all, Dieji said a little unwillingly: "If Mr. Hai has a place for the slave family in the future, please give me orders." ”

Only then did Doctor Hai turn his head to look at Dieji, and said calmly, "I want to play a song for Miss Lang Poppy." ”

The voice was not loud, but it grabbed everyone's attention very powerfully. Everyone in the hall had different expressions, and Jiang Pingxuan's heart trembled three times.

"Lang Poppy is blessed, the slave family thanked Mr. on her behalf." Butterfly was clearly happy.

"No one can represent her." Hai Xiaoyi dropped a sentence without emotion and continued to observe Qiyunqian.

Die Ji was embarrassed, Yun Qian was even more embarrassed, and couldn't help but say: "I don't think that the girls here are as good-looking as the girls here, why is Mr. Hai so interested in me?" ”

"It's pretty good among men." Yun Qian almost sprayed wine when he heard this, but Hai Xiaoyi paused and continued to say indifferently: "It's a pity that my life is thin. ”

"Poof——! Jiang Shoushuo sprayed Jin like a mist of strong wine, but at this time, except for Jin, no one paid attention to him.

"Mr. Hai, why do you say that?" Yun Qian also endured it very hard, and Jue shrank his head in fear.

"Your internal breath is unstable, your internal organs are weak, your meridians are blocked, and you will probably die suddenly." Hai Xiaoyi's voice was cold.

Yun Qian was shocked, and forced himself to calm down and asked again: "Mr. has not checked my pulse, why do you make this conclusion?" “

Hai Xiaoyi showed a rare trace of sympathy and said, "A person like you who may die at any time, I can know it at a casual glance." ”

"Damn! Are you serious? Then you quickly find a way to cure my brother Yun! Jiang Shoushuo couldn't help but jump.

"There is no cure."

Jiang Pingxuan didn't expect Yun Qian to be so seriously injured, and he felt a little inexplicably annoyed in his heart, but he still asked respectfully: "Does that gentleman have a way to alleviate it?" ”

"It is enough to dissipate the internal force." Hai Xiaoyi said to Yun Qian.

If so, what's the difference between that and a headache beheading? Mr. Hai has a doctor's name for this method. Anger flickered in Yun Qian's eyes, and it was impossible for him to disperse his internal force no matter what. Since this little sea doctor can't be healed well, he has to talk too much.

Hai Xiaoyi was silent for a while and said, "What you say is reasonable. Give me three days to think about it, and I'll go to you if it happens. ”

Yun Qian was stunned, he didn't expect to get such a reply, he solemnly got up and bowed to Hai Xiaoyi: "Thank you." ”

The hall was silent, and after a while, Dieji spoke, "It's almost time for Lang Poppy to appear." ”

"Farewell." Hai Xiaoyi picked up the quaint piano and walked out the door.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please forgive me. Sir, wait for me! Dieji chased after him in a hurry.

In the night sky, the light clouds that covered the moon gradually spread out to both sides, and a bright moon was about to come out. When the strings first moved, the exquisite string sound did not retract like mountains and rivers this time, but instead triggered an extremely delicate rhythm.

The boy in the green shirt sits on the top of the pavilion, and the woman in red falls into the dust.

On the Lingbo Feiyan platform, the fluttering figure is as bright as a cloud, and the brocade ribbon is full of red. Under the pearl light of the bright dust, the bloody rhododendron is blooming enthusiastically, and the touch of danyan is like a frightening dragon, like a swimming dragon, and the movement is light and hazy.

The sound of the piano is beautiful, and the people are more beautiful. The jade feet dancing in the air suddenly hooked the colored rope, bowed their waists, and threw out the long water sleeves, painting an incomparably gorgeous round of flame red rings in the night sky.

At a glance, just for a moment, the eyes of the red clothes and the green shirts pierced through the dark night, looked at each other and smiled, stirring up a flash of light.

The spark is fleeting at the slightest touch, and the song will stop. With the last touch of the green shirt and jade hand on the string, the red-clothed charm suddenly stopped above the dragon's breath and bright snow pearl.

Under the dazzling luminescent reflection, the red yarn as thin as the wings of a cicada could not hide the fairy jade color of Lang Poppy. It is like a moth eyebrows, bright eyes and bright teeth, embellishing a stunning and moving face.

On the Fengwu Pavilion, everyone loses themselves. After a moment of silence, the cheers began and continued for a long time.

Lang Poppy ignored those, her stunned gaze looked straight at the green-shirted pianist on the top of the pavilion. Hai Xiaoyi's clear eyes were slightly wavering, but he still picked up the guqin, turned around and disappeared in the thick inky night.

The nobles in the pavilion hall were all excited at this time. Of course, Lang Poppy wouldn't know that looking up at such an angle just gave those people an illusion.

"Brother Wang, Miss Lang Poppy seems to be looking at you!" Jiang Shoushuo's excited words caused Jiang Pingxuan to smile vigorously.

The beautiful picture will not last long, and the bustard stepped onto the high platform and began to announce the rules of being the guest of the night of the Lang Poppy comb in an extremely charming and soft voice. Not the vulgar rules like Pomeranians laughing or grabbing flower balls, but the more vulgar and simple way: the highest bidder wins.

Dieji is an excellent businessman, Lang Poppy is a fine commodity, this is Fengwu Pavilion, so everything is very reasonable.