Zang Yun's eyes looked at her with a little strangeness, and he stopped talking.

Changle couldn't care about this, so he changed the topic and said, "Did you bring me medicine?" ”

Zang Yun regained his indifferent expression: "Can you guess this?" ”

"Smell, I'm so close to you, I smell ginseng." She smiled slyly.

"What should I say about your sense of smell, it's like I'm scolding you if I talk too much." Zang Yun took out the porcelain bottle from his sleeve cage and handed it to her, and said carefully, "The best tonic pills are all wild ginseng, one a day, and drink it with rice wine." ”

Changle took it, and when he looked at it, this medicine bottle looked familiar.

"Thank you, Zang Yun." She thanked her.

Zang Yun just smiled, and the hem of Lili's skirt stood up: "Don't thank me!" I've already said what I want to say, but I can't control your mind, Taoyao, no matter what choice you make, I support you. ”

Changle was grateful, but he only smiled at her.

Holding the precious tonic pill in his hand, his thoughts were very chaotic.

She thought back to a lot of things, her mind was a mess, and when she inadvertently looked at the medicine bottle again, she felt that it looked like the one that Jiang Xian had carried with her in the swamp.

But a bottle, nothing, Changle was a little inexplicable, and threw the porcelain medicine bottle not far away.

Zang Yun will come to persuade her to stay mostly out of sincerity, but how can her infatuation with Luo Ze suddenly become so generous, there must be hidden feelings in the meantime, Zang Yun's occasional flickering eyes already mean something, but Changle doesn't want to get to the bottom of it, she is burdened with national hatred and family hatred, and the timing of the end of the world is not suitable for lingering personal feelings, and she can't live with peace of mind as a peach girl.

It's just that everyone knows that she has made up her mind, will Jiang Xian let her go? Changle didn't trust him, this person was her number one enemy, but now she was entangled, and she even wanted to see him again and say goodbye to him before leaving.

This ridiculous idea made Changle want to slap himself a few big mouths, but when she tossed and turned in the middle of the night, she still thought of Jiang Xian, since he saw him in Zong Ming's earthen house that day, he seemed to deliberately avoid her, and a person who was keen on brushing up his presence in the past became so low-key, it really didn't look like Jiang Xian she knew.

Could it be that he was angry? Changle suddenly came up with an idea, if this was true, what was he angry about? Does he want to see her and Luo Ze getting closer and closer? This self-inflicted sentimental thought made Changle laugh, he didn't care about her in the first place, so it was not surprising how to treat her.

After thinking about it, Changle was a little frustrated.

However, this frustration soon turned into resentment on the second day, and she looked at him more or less differently.

Jiang Xian didn't come to see Changle, and there was indeed a reason why he couldn't help himself.

The flower dance and listening to the flower dance in his heart and mind arrived.

Changle was stunned for a while after hearing these two names from the mouth of the maid in the palace, and heard the little maid's exaggerated words: "Jiang Gongzi is drowning in Gentle Township, drunk and dreaming of death, so unhappy, I envy him as a girl." "Envy him for what? The blessing of all people?

It is conceivable how close Jiang Xian's two personal maids are.

At that moment, Changle suddenly no longer had any illusions about Jiang Xian, it was night, she began to pack her bags, she came empty-handed, she didn't have anything to tidy up, but she still folded a few pieces of clothes and folded them. Luo Ze had already promised to send her away, just tomorrow morning.

This is Changle's last night in Yongchang, she thought so.

This is also the night when Jiang Xian lost his soul, Hua Wu and Tingwu are all kinds of amorous beauties, they look very similar, but there is no blood relationship, Hua Wu is enthusiastic, and Tingwu is more elegant.

Although Hua Wu has a dance word in her name, she is better at singing.

Jiang Xian was crooked in a chaise longue, the wine in the cup glowed with amber, but the light in his eyes was refracting the clear moonlight.

A woman in a scarlet skirt, with apricot eyes and peach cheeks, holding a pipa in her arms, sang a long song and resentment.

Tingxu stood behind Jiang Xian, and she was a little more sassy and heroic than the softness of Hua Wu.

Jiang Xian raised his head and drank all the wine in the cup, the corners of his lips were still overflowing with the aroma of wine, and his eyes were misty as he looked at the charming flower dance: "Change the tune." His words were cold and short.

Hua Wu seemed to be stunned, Sakura's lips opened, and she said in a coquettish voice: "Childe is a slave who doesn't sing well?" ”

"It's none of your business." Jiang Xian's words were plausible, and Hua Wu, who had always been well versed in his mind, was also a little confused, and asked Tingxu for help with his eyes.

In order to prevent Hua Wu from hitting the muzzle, she said to Jiang Xian in a deliberative tone: "Childe, do you want to listen to new songs, Hua Wu has learned a lot recently, why don't you sing a cheerful one?" ”

The man with a condensed face responded: "It doesn't matter if it's cheerful or poignant, I just want to listen to a folk tune." There was still no heat in the steady voice.

Hua Wu has followed Jiang Xian for many years, and said pamperedly: "Why does the son want to listen to this vulgar and indecent thing, the slave maid has learned the first bamboo branch word, and the artistic conception is very beautiful, why don't you listen?" She said as she looked at him with those big watery eyes.

Listening to the bystanders, I shouted in my heart that it was not good, Hua Wu was self-righteous, and she actually showed an inappropriate flattery, which was really unpleasant.

Sure enough, Jiang Xian threw the wine glass in front of him heavily, and smirked in a cold voice: "You have learned to make decisions for me, but unfortunately I only want to listen to that song today, and I don't want to listen to a word else." You want to please me, but how can you please me if you are so stupid and dull? In that case, you shouldn't have come all the way from Yu Han to bother me. ”

Jiang Xian rarely gets angry in front of them, let alone has a sense of finding fault like now. Hua Wu's pretty face suddenly lost color, and she bit her lower lip, both scared and aggrieved.

Although Tingxu was also affected, he still stepped forward and pressed the shaking wine glass, and said softly: "What the son taught is that the slaves and maids must be remembered in the future." It's just that I don't know which tune the son wants to hear, and the slaves and maids also want to follow up with some knowledge. ”

Jiang Xian felt very bored, and pulled the collar on his robe, revealing a moon-white middle coat. He missed the ballad so much that as soon as he closed his eyes, the scene came to mind: "Morning glory, climbing the hedge, kingfisher standing in the treetops; Small lake, pink face, dragonfly flashing big eyes...... Upstairs, outside the mountains, heavy flowers and butterflies, I asked where the years flowed, so far away that I couldn't touch them, I asked when the green silk was like snow, don't wait for Fanghua to be empty and sad......"

Obviously he had only listened to it once, but he remembered it so clearly, the bright tone slowly trickled out of his mouth, he seemed to be drunk, some syllables choked in his throat, and he couldn't swallow or spit it out.

Listening to Su feeling sorry for him like this, he helped him sit down and rubbed his temples for him: "Childe, you sing this song so beautifully." ”

Hua Wu's tears are already swirling, she is not infected by this tune, but by Jiang Xian's reproach and neglect, she is very reluctant, thinking that she is also a female killer who has killed countless people, but she has such a fragile side emotionally.

Tingxu didn't forget Hua Wu, who was in embarrassment, and shook her head slightly at him, asking her to add fuel to the fire, so Hua Wu put down the pipa and knelt down without saying a word.

Jiang Xian frowned, glanced at the corner of her eye, she immediately went to pick up Hua Wu, and reprimanded in a low voice: "What a little temperament!" Isn't it enough that Childe is used to you? What if I hit you a few times and scold you a few times? Are you so obsessed? ”

Hua Wu bit her lip and said, "It's the slave who is wrong." ”

Jiang Xian's mind cleared up, he had drunk enough wine, and he no longer wanted to use wine to drown his sorrows, he asked with a solemn face: "You two came suddenly this time, what kind of news did you get?" Or do you really care about me? ”

Tingxu bowed his head respectfully: "The slaves and maids are here to protect the son." ”

He smiled with a frenzied look: "Could it be that in your hearts, your son needs a woman to protect him?" ”

Knowing that his words were inappropriate, he quickly confessed his guilt.

Hua Wu saw the right time to speak in the spirit of atoning for her sins: "Door master, that matter has already been discussed. ”

Tingsu beside her quietly dragged her, but she brushed down that hand, and said to Tingxu: "Sister Su, I know that you are cautious, but this is related to the safety of the door owner, but whenever the wind blows, whether it is true or not, the door owner has the right to know." ”

Jiang Xian didn't ask, but reminded in a cold voice: "This is not a dungeon, call my son." ”

Hua Wu bowed: "Yes, the slave is anxious for a while." ”

"What's wrong with that painting?" He pinched the knuckles of his fingers, but the voice of the question was not high.

Listening to the words, I didn't go to grab the words, but looked at the pretty flower dance, such a beautiful woman I saw pity, and I only found out the news by myself, she can't rob the credit, the rules of the flower gate are small, and the sisterhood of the day and night is the most important.

Hua Wu hesitated for a moment, then plucked up the courage to say, "That's not one painting, it's two ......"

Jiang Xian stopped those seemingly careless small movements and stared at Hua Wu's eyes: "The task is done well, but I can't use my body in the future, I really can't help it, I must kill the other party after the fact, the woman of Dihuamen is not qualified for everyone." ”

"It's hard work." He finally said something considerate.

Hua Wu's face is not ashamed, only endless loss, for the sake of her son, she does not spare this broken willow body, but she is already so bad, will the child's eyes look at her as clear as when they first saw her?

I can't help but feel distressed, but there are no tears when it hurts to the extreme.

Jiang Xian sneezed in the cold wind, Tingsu had already put the cloak on him, and without looking at it, he tightened his cloak, and his words were indescribably abrupt: "Tingxu, who of you will accompany me tonight?" ”

Tingsu said calmly: "It's all up to the son's will." ”

"Then come along." As soon as his words came out, the two girls with all manners froze.

In the eyes of outsiders, Hua Wu and Tingxu are the big celebrities in front of Jiang Xian, they are all loved, and the love of the tent is indispensable, but the truth is that he has never touched them over the years.