It is very common to recruit prostitutes to accompany wine, not to mention for a pompous son like Fan Yilin.

Chang Yuncheng didn't have anything to dislike, frowned, but was a little impatient, and ate the wine himself.

The fan next to him had a lot of fun, but he didn't dare to step forward, so he had to pour him wine honestly.

I don't know what Fan Yilin did, and the woman let out an exclamation.

"Don't." The woman squirmed and laughed.

Fan Yilin held on, and said something in her ear, and the woman let out another coquettish sound.

Chang Yuncheng coughed heavily.

"Lord Shizi, have you seen it?" Fan Yilin hurriedly said, hugging the woman while leaning in and kissing him heavily.

"Oh, I hate it, don't you." The woman smiled and pushed him.

Fan Yilin smiled and went up and kissed him heavily.

Chang Yuncheng looked away.

"Lord Shizi, have you seen it?" Fan Yilin said again, "I said, this woman is equal to nonsense, and there is another point, this woman is also equal to duplicity, so when they say don't want to, you must not take it seriously."

As he spoke, a hungry tiger pounced on the powder's head under him, and the woman's laughter was even greater.

What a mess. Chang Yuncheng frowned and stood up.

"Also, this kind of thing, it must be gentle, it must be persistent enough, women, you want to save face, you have to give enough face, she will feel respected" Fan Yilin did not forget to raise his head and said in his busy schedule.

The word respect made Chang Yuncheng stunned, and the woman often said that this is what she wanted.

Gentle enough and persistent... Give enough face... Is it respect

When he stood up, the fan next to him was a little shy and a little expectant, looking at this tall man with a cute spring, if this man pounced on himself, it must be very comfortable.

Chang Yuncheng turned around and opened the door and left.

When Chang Yuncheng returned home, there was no Qi Yue in the house.

"Lord Shizi, the young lady has gone to the Qianjin Hall. Someone just came to invite it, saying that it was seriously ill... Ahh Qiu Xiang said cautiously.

Chang Yuncheng hummed and waved his hand.

"Get ready for supper." He said again.

Qiu Xiang breathed a sigh of relief, and responded happily.

"Also, when the young lady left, she said, let the prince eat first, don't wait for her." She rolled her eyes and said again.

Chang Yuncheng tugged at the corners of his mouth. I glanced at the girl.

Qiu Xiang bowed her head at the weakness of his heart.

"What's so good about her, you deserve to protect her like this." Chang Yuncheng said.

His tone was a little teasing, and Akika glanced at his face.

"Didn't the prince also protect the young lady like this?" She said boldly.

It turned out that everyone could see it, Chang Yuncheng couldn't help but smile.

That woman, in fact, can see it, otherwise she wouldn't say what she likes herself.

Thinking of what she said, Chang Yuncheng's smile couldn't help it, and the feeling of being numb and crispy came again.

He waved his hand.

Akika happily withdrew.

Qiu Xiang, who came out of the house, was radiant, and rushed the girls to ask the kitchen to prepare for supper.

"I haven't eaten dinner yet, so I'm ready for supper so early. The girl was also in a hurry. A mother-in-law joked with a smile.

"Hurry, this is not a hurry. I can't wait to get everything ready for tomorrow. Qiu Xiang smiled.

This is a rare brisk look for Qiu Xiang in these days, and the girls in the yard can't help but follow suit, and everyone is talking and laughing.

This brisk atmosphere continued, so much so that Chang Yuncheng, who was eating dinner alone, had a rare smile on his face, and he ate one more bowl of rice than usual at Xie's place.

At this time, in the restaurant, Fan Yilin, who was only wrapped in a list, was not happy, but dumbfounded.

"What? The prince didn't give the money..."He stammered and asked.

The two little guys in the room nodded in horror.

"It's not just the fans who don't give money... I didn't even pay for the food and drinks," they stammered.

"It's so inhuman!" Fan Yilin shouted in horror and grief.

How can you be such a person in this world!

"Young Master. Hurry up and say what to do, it's all at this time, and I won't go back. It's hard to explain at home. The little guys shook their clothes and said.

What to do?

"You guys, how much money did you bring?" Fan Yilin asked them with a bitter face.

The two boys turned their pockets out.

"Young master, in order to prevent you from spending money indiscriminately, our monthly silver is also withheld by the housekeeper." They said with bitter faces.

It's over...

Fan Yilin was dumbfounded, wanting to cry without tears.

There was a screech of footsteps outside the door, and the door was kicked open with a thud.

"Which? Which grandson doesn't give money for eating flowers and wine? ”

Four or five fierce men poured in with sticks.

Lord Shizi, help...

Chang Yuncheng had long forgotten about Fan Yilin, and he couldn't help but be startled when he saw the little guy who was brought in.

"You want me to pay?" He asked.

The little guy with a blue nose and swollen face looked up in embarrassment and nodded quickly.

"Not to mention whether the Fan family, who is known as the first salt in Shaanxi, has any money, even the Wang family, who owns the Grange known as Yongqing Xiaojiangnan, won't even be able to afford a meal, right?" Chang Yuncheng smiled and asked, "Or are you trying to blackmail me?" ”

The little guy was said with a wry smile.

"Lord Shizi, if you go home to get the money, you will be killed, and if you don't go home to get the money, you will be killed, you can save people's lives and build a seventh-level floating slaughter." As soon as he stomped his foot, he couldn't tell outsiders about his family, so he had to kowtow and say.

Chang Yuncheng understood, couldn't help but laugh again, and threw a bag of money to him.

"I don't have the guts, I still come out and pretend to be romantic." He laughed.

The little guy didn't care about his jokes, so he hurriedly kowtowed and picked up the money and ran, ran two steps and came back.

"Shizi Ye, the young master asked me to tell you that he was beaten by you today because he said the wrong thing again, you must remember, a good person will do it to the end, send someone to send a gift that is not a compensation, and wait for him to repay your kindness in the future." The little guy said in one breath, and after speaking, he hurriedly ran away without caring about Chang Yuncheng's reply.

Chang Yuncheng laughed.

The laughter did not fall. Then he saw another man running towards him.

"What? What else is there to explain? He asked with a smile.

"Lord Shizi!" The people who came were two mothers-in-law, and their voices were panicked, "The young lady is not there?" ”

"She's not here." Chang Yuncheng said, looking at the two mothers-in-law through the lamp in the yard, a little embarrassed.

The two mothers-in-law didn't expect the young lady to be there, and they suddenly panicked even more.

"Great, what can I do?" They shouted in panic.

"What's the matter?" Chang Yuncheng frowned and asked.

"Aunt Zhu can't give birth, Wen Po said it's going to be bad! Master Hou asked the young lady to go and have a look. The mother-in-law said.

That's right. Chang Yuncheng nodded, and immediately ordered someone to go to the Qianjin Hall to ask the young lady to come back.

The servant answered the call to go, but he shouted again.

"I'll go myself." He said, striding out, and Qiu Xiang hurriedly picked up the big cloak and followed.

It's only night, and the street is still very lively, because of the urgency, Chang Yuncheng didn't ask for a carriage, and rode a horse directly, and the Qianjintang has not closed yet, although there are not as many people as there are during the day. But there are still people who see a doctor and catch medicine in and out.

Chang Yuncheng turned over and dismounted and walked in, and a handyman immediately took over. When he saw him clearly, his face changed instantly.

"The world... "He stammered.

Chang Yuncheng nodded, knocking on the horsewhip in his hand.

"Go and invite the young lady to come, there is something at home." He said.

The handyman was still standing there, as if he had not heard him.

Chang Yuncheng frowned, and simply raised his feet and went in.

"Big brother," the handyman shouted, at the top of his voice.

The voice was high-pitched and loud, as if it was about to tear down the roof.

The elder brother Zhang Tong has just received a fracture patient. Frightened by this shout, he almost jumped up, and he rushed out of the consultation room in a huff.

"What's going on? What are you doing shouting... Yes! He shouted, and before he could finish his sentence, he turned into an exclamation.

Chang Yuncheng had already walked in front of him.

"She's here, isn't she?" He asked. One side has to go inside.

The sweat on Zhang Tong's forehead came out in an instant, his eyes widened and he stammered, seeing that Chang Yuncheng was about to take a step, he subconsciously moved to block the way.

Chang Yuncheng stopped and looked at him.

"Lord Shizi, you wait for me to go," Zhang Tong stammered.

Oh my God, where is he going to call the young lady out at once!

Chang Yuncheng's face sank, and the horsewhip in his hand stopped knocking.

"Where is she?" He looked at Zhang Tong and asked slowly.

In Yizhuang, after two adaptations, Hu San and the others finally didn't shrink together and didn't look at it anymore, but they still didn't dare to look at it openly, but carefully glanced at it occasionally.

Aru's work has been completely replaced by the coffin boy, and he can even free up his hands to assist Liu Pucheng in pulling the hook.

With his assistance, Qi Yue's suturing practice was a little faster than the last time.

"This is called mosquito forceps, which are used to stop bleeding." Qi Yue said, looking at the coffin boy who was curiously looking through his tools, the more he looked at it, the more satisfied he became.

The coffin boy sighed, looked at the hemostat seriously in his hand, and looked up to see the masked woman smiling at him, he couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable.

This woman... How do you laugh...

"Little coffin, have you thought about what I said last time?" Qi Yue looked at him with a smile and asked.

What's up?

The coffin boy was stunned.

"It's my assistant's business." Qi Yue said with a smile, "This operation must be fast, the action must be sharp, which requires the operation to be efficient, if you can assist me, then Dr. Liu can concentrate on observing the anesthesia situation and avoid anesthesia accidents." ”

"Are you serious?" The coffin boy asked, putting down the pliers in his hand.

"Of course I'm serious." Qi Yue said with a smile.

The coffin boy looked at her.

"Don't you know who I am?" He laughed too, but it was a bit mocking.

At this time, they had already stood aside, and Liu Pucheng commanded Hu San and the others to clean up the operating table and sort out the corpses, which was also to let Hu San and the others adapt as soon as possible.

"Master, he is a coffin boy, and he is dealing with dead people, how unlucky." Hu San couldn't help but shout.

The coffin boy smiled faintly, not in the slightest displeasure at these words.

"I know." Qi Yue smiled, "Then how can it be called unlucky, think about it, you have to deal with dead people all day long, isn't that communicating yin and yang?" For patients on the front line of life and death, such a person is in charge, which is a great auspiciousness. ”

The room full of people was stunned, including the coffin boy.

Be... Is it like this?

The coffin boy looked at the woman.

"Hey, how much do you give?" He asked suddenly.

Qi Yue laughed.

"I think you're worth a lot." She laughed.

Coffin Boy looked at her and smiled.

Just then, the door slammed open.

This sudden movement frightened Hu San and the others into screaming, and they hid on the ground with their heads.

Qi Yue's coffin boy Liu Pucheng looked out the door.

Under the miserable white lantern at the door, Chang Yuncheng looked at it with a heavy expression. (To be continued)