It was said that the emperor ordered that the immortal ancestor could only treat the strange disease of moss outside the city gate. As soon as the order came out, the gate of the imperial city was blocked, and a large number of patients gathered in Chaoyin City, Ye Xun Daozi began to treat him the next day, but one person was always understaffed, Chunxiao and Xiaohong did not understand the rhythm, and they couldn't get along, whenever at this time, Ye Xun Daozi would always think of Gu Mingteng, who was far away in the Phantom Vine Country, and couldn't help but have a little more worry, thinking about it, after getting along with him for so long, I originally thought that there would be no feelings, but in the end she was wrong.

Since Ye Xun Daozi came, Xiao Fengmian worked overtime every night to review and review the folds, just wanting to spare every minute and second of the day, so as to manage the treatment, in fact, there is no need for the Son of Heaven to come to this matter, but he is alone and comes every day, just to be busy in front of and behind Ye Xun Daozi. He didn't know what he was doing, he just knew that he wanted to look at her, and being closer to her every day made his thoughts feel better.

That day, the first time he saw her in the main hall, he confirmed it thousands of times in his heart, the woman he dreamed of intermittently, the mysterious person in the illusion, was her, and from that moment on, he had already decided that she was his future concubine, and he only loved her in his life.

It is said that Ye Xun Daozi played more than ten piano songs a day, treated more than ten people, and was exhausted every evening. Xiao Fengmian walked slowly and said softly: "Tomorrow, I can help you," Ye Xun was stunned, and said with low eyebrows: "I want to come to the emperor and understand rhythm?" Xiao Fengmian said again: "It's just that I have studied shakuhachi with my father since I was a child, and I know a little bit about it, although I am not proficient, but I understand, I can use shakuhachi to assist you tomorrow!" Ye Xun Daozi was stunned, and said: "Although it is joyful, how dare Yun Nu make Your Majesty tired, you are the Son of Heaven, and there are many things waiting for you to do every day, but there are many ......" She still had to say more, but Xiao Fengmian put her index finger on her lips, "Shhh!" Seeing that Ye Xun Daozi stopped, he put down his hand and smiled gently.

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The next day, Ye Xun Daozi was treated outside the palace gate as usual, Xiao Fengmian was also beside him, he and she listened attentively to the cause and process of other people's illnesses, and then composed and played, repeatedly, so that down, compared to before, there were four or five more patients who recovered every day, and the people saw their kings coming to help every day, and they were all glad that their country had never failed as a people.

On this day, some onlookers laughed and said: "This immortal ancestor will be in the future, I'm afraid that if our imperial concubine ......" said and laughed out loud, and the soldiers who maintained order on the side were awe-inspiring, and said: "Be bold and make trouble with the people, don't talk nonsense!" As he spoke, he was about to arrest an aunt who took the lead, Xiao Fengmian hurriedly came over and said, "It's okay, don't scare them, the mouth is on people, it's not used to speak, is it used to watch?" The soldier hurriedly knelt down and said, "The minister has white eyes, please atone for your sins!" Of course, Xiao Fengmian was happy about what the people had just said, and if he could, he would like someone to say it every day.

Half a month, in the country of Phantom Vine, more than half of the people who suffer from this strange disease of moss have also been treated, Ye Xun Daozi and Xiao Fengmian have gradually become acquainted, she calls him brother, he is happy, but he has never treated her as a sister once, is he treating her as a friend, yes, or maybe not, he just doesn't know when to show his true inner thoughts, watching time pass day by day, he laughs on the surface, but his heart is distressed.