Early the next morning, everyone packed up and set off for Linlang.

Approaching noon, Linlang City is full of lights, like a festival, casually go to a street, you can hear the sound of silk and bamboo music, intertwined and echoing in the air, highlighting the unique prosperity of this city.

Mu Feibai often walks around, and has been to Linlang a few times, with rich experience, he looked at the curious eyes of Weaving Dreams, and took the initiative to explain: "This Linlang City is also known as the Beauty City, as the name says, nothing else is rich in beauty, it is rumored that the most favored concubine of the saint today is Linlang people, all dynasties, many palace concubines are from Linlang, Linlang generations are like this, respect beauty pageants, um...... Therefore, the folk customs are open, the wind and the moon are prevalent, and the three famous wind and moon fields in the world account for two. ”

glanced at Weaving Dreams, saw her looking at herself intently, paused and said, "Look at the lights everywhere, it's time to hold another beauty pageant." ”

A passer-by interjected with a smile when he heard this, "Not bad, yes, this son is right, several of them are here to watch the Oiran Conference!" The local people didn't feel unfamiliar, and introduced themselves familiarly, "Yo, then you can be considered right!" In the past two days, Linlang has only held the biggest Oiran competition conference every two years, and tomorrow is the main event, Yinggefang and Caiyilou have to fight again, and every year these two are the most interesting! Tsk, that scene is really elegant!" After speaking, he smiled and walked away.

"Look, you're here, I'm right to come here, I'm catching up with the Oiran!" Weaving Dream was very interested in seeing this kind of event for the first time.

"Well, I was lucky enough to meet you. ”

"Then let's go shopping together?" Mu Fei looked at Weaving Dream with white eyes.

He invited dignified and decent, but Weaving Dream looked at Zhu'an without speaking, Zhu'an noticed her gaze and reached out and touched her hair, "Let's go shopping." ”

"Aren't you together?"

"Well, no, when I just entered the city, I saw a group of carriages and horses escorting medicinal herbs and wanted to go and see, since I was a child, I learned the art of Qihuang, and there was nothing else to do, so I only liked to fiddle with some herbs, and I was not interested in the grand event of Fengyue, so I didn't go to the vassals. ”

The two are like-minded, get along well, and are like old friends, her "brother", "Zhu'an" is full of screams, and Zhu'an agrees good-naturedly.

She really wanted him to go with her.

Hearing this, Weaving Dream was very entangled, and she discussed with him: "Then you will go with me to watch the championship tomorrow!"

Seeing that Zhu'an nodded, he jumped up again, nodded to Mu Feibai, and accepted his invitation.

"Weaving dreams is taken care of by Lao Mu Gongzi. He bowed his hand and turned to leave.

Mu Gongzi had the intention to invite, but outsiders were around, but he was embarrassed, and he made an excuse to leave, but it was not a lie, he was not intoxicated with Fengyue, and he was indeed more interested in medicinal materials.

Lian Mujiu disappeared.

He glanced at it in a hurry, searched for it from memory, and walked for a while before he saw that the carriage pulling the medicinal herbs was parked outside the door of a pharmacy, and he carefully looked at the plaque on the door of the pharmacy, and then he straightened his sleeves and entered the store.

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Seeing Zhu'an go away, Mu Feibai raised his hand gracefully and invited, "Dream Weaver Girl, then let's go." ”

Weaving Dream nodded, just took two steps and looked back at Zhu'an's back......

Somehow, when I remembered when my master left her behind, I felt some loss in my heart.

She sullenly followed Mu Feibai.

But fortunately, Linlang was very lively, and soon attracted the attention of Weaving Dreams.

Linlang streets are wide and neat, everywhere is full of lanterns, many streets are hung with lantern ribbons in the middle, people come and go, all kinds of street music is glorious, people dance and dance between the cups and staggered, the prosperous Huacheng, the whole city is extravagant to the bones.

After walking for a while, I saw that there is a small circular square in the center of the city, all kinds of teahouses and restaurants are also built around a circle, the center of the square has built an open-air circular high platform with a number of columns, the pillars are stacked with all kinds of flowers, and the pillars are hung with soft veils, which are very elegant and beautiful.

In addition to the crowding around the high platform, even the surrounding restaurants and windows were also seated.

On the stage, there was already a woman in white singing on stage, combing delicate concentric buns, heavy makeup, red flowers on her forehead, her waist was not full of hands, and her posture was also full of charm, holding the pipa in her arms, her slender jade fingers plucked the strings, and her mouth was a graceful melody, which immediately won the applause of the audience.

Weaving dreams watched it with relish, and exclaimed: "This singing is very exciting!"

Mu Feibai nodded and responded: "Well, it's really good, after all, it's a beauty city!"

The sharp-eyed restaurant guy saw that the two of them looked extraordinary, especially Mu Feibai, who was gorgeously dressed and extravagant, and hurriedly ran over to ask: "The two guest officers also have a private room in the store, and the last one is the last one, the view is very good, you can see ......."

Mu Fei nodded solemnly, and the guy in the restaurant immediately led the way in front with a smile on his face.

"Dream Weaver Girl, shall we sit and watch and have a cup of tea?"

Weaving Dream nodded, in fact, she was a little hungry.

Sitting in the private room, looking down from the window, you can clearly see the performance on the high stage, it is very comfortable, presumably these events have formed a complete commercial scale in Linlang.

Mu Feibai asked for a pot of tea, and the guy nodded politely and was about to retreat.

Seeing that the guy was leaving, he was a little anxious, "Hey, don't you need to eat?"

"Huh?"

Suddenly, there was silence in the private room for a while, Mu Feibai reacted and smiled dumbly, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm negligent." Little two, a few more of the store's signature side dishes and refreshments!"

The young man responded enthusiastically and hurried downstairs to the kitchen.

In the private room, Weaving Dream glared at him, "What are you laughing at?"

"No, no!" but his expression was an irrepressible smile.

Weaving Dream continued to stare at him, very disbelieving: "My eyes are almost gone, you still say no!"

Mu Feibai hurriedly suppressed his smile and said as seriously as possible: "...... Not really!"

With such a play, the restraint between the two has faded a lot.

At this time, the woman in white on the high platform had already finished singing, and the hall was full of applause, and she bowed to thank her with a pipa and left the stage.

After a while, a woman in a light-colored power suit came up, her black hair was neatly tied, her face was beautiful, and she held a long sword in her hand, which was quite neat and heroic.

"Huh, and a sword dance performance, these gorgeous oirans are really versatile!" Weaving Dream looked at the person in the audience curiously.

Sure enough, the woman saluted, and danced her sword on the high platform, the sword momentum was not enough, but it was better than flowing water, but it was quite ornamental.

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Zhu An came out of the pharmacy with a few more pairs of medicine bags in his hands.

Walking around, I was ready to find a place to take care of the medicinal herbs I had just bought.

Suddenly, his gaze fell on the ground by the alley wall, where there was a series of intermittent bloodstains, as if a badly wounded and bleeding man had walked past the wall.

He walked over and squatted down, stretched out his hand and touched it, there was still some warmth, it had just been left for a short time.

He searched for the bloodstains and walked deeper into the alley, which was intermittent and finally stopped at the door of an old house.

The man is in there?

As if to confirm his suspicions, several violent coughs came from inside the dilapidated old mansion.

Zhu'an looked at the house, the house was not big, it should have been uninhabited and cared for for many years, the walls were mottled, the steps were overgrown with weeds, and the broken door was hidden.

There were a few violent coughs inside, which were indirectly accompanied by the sound of vomiting blood, and he didn't care about whether he was trespassing on someone else's house, so he pushed open the hidden door and entered the inner house.

The courtyard had long since been deserted, and the weeds were almost up to the calf, except for a very hidden path leading to the back house, which was in fact nothing more than a few small stone slabs with potholes and feet.

He walked over, and the back room was empty, and the roof had collapsed, and he was very depressed. Looking in the direction of the coughing sound, a ragged, unkempt man leaned against the corner of the wall and covered his mouth and coughed incessantly, blood leaving from his dirty fingers, looking like a beggar.

Hearing that he was coughing badly, Zhu'an hurried over to diagnose his condition.

Sensing that someone was approaching, the beggar raised his head very alertly, shrank back a little, clutched a dagger in his hand, and looked wary and fierce.

Seeing that he was frightened, Zhu'an stopped, stood in place and bowed politely, not scorning him because he was a beggar, and his tone became more and more gentle.

"I'm sorry to scare you, I'm a doctor down there, I see that you have a bad cough, you must be very sick, I can help you take a look." ”

The beggar still looked at him vigilantly, took his dagger a little, and whispered, "I'm just a lowly ...... Beggars, can't afford to hire a doctor. ”

Zhu An kept a gentle smile and patiently explained: "The body is skinny, and the parents are the same people, how can there be a difference between high and low? I am not for money, you are very sick and need help." ”

After speaking, Zhu'an raised a hand and handed it over, spread out his palm, and looked at him seriously and gently.

"You can trust me. ”

The beggar coughed again, presumably also feeling that he was in very bad health, and silently put away his dagger and looked at Zhu'an.

As Ah Yao said, Zhu'an's temperament is like that of an old Zen master who has practiced for many years, gentle as jade, and will always make people feel very at ease.

Looking at those gentle eyes, after a while, he handed a dirty hand on Zhu'an's hand, which was regarded as a sign of trust.

He gently took his hand and put his right hand on his wrist.

The beggar looked at him, hesitated for a moment, and deliberately grabbed the sleeve of his coat with his dirty hand, leaving a black dirty handprint.

With some temptation.

Zhu An's expression remained unchanged, and he smiled gently when he looked at this handprint, and he didn't care.

The beggar didn't have the slightest look of annoyance when he saw him, nor did he pretend not to see it, and his attitude was natural and easy-going, not like a hypocrisy. Sure enough, as he said, the lives of princes and nobles, merchants' pawns, and commoners and beggars are all the same in his opinion, and there is no distinction between high and low.

He's just a pure physician.

The beggar turned his head away, stopped looking at him, and whispered, "Thank you." ”

Hearing this, Zhu An smiled gently, gently lowered his arm, and checked his body again, "You have two misaligned ribs, there are bruises in your lungs, and you are bruised all over your body, I don't know why you were injured?"

The beggar replied casually: "I was beaten for stealing people's things." ”

"I see, you wait here for a while, and I'll go back. ”

The beggar watched him hurriedly walk out of the door and disappear, his eyes instantly became cold and piercing, sure enough, the words of these people were not credible, and they said that there was no difference and no dislike, and when they heard that he was beaten for stealing things, he was worried, and he was afraid of being implicated by him, so he quickly found an excuse and ran away.

Cheap sympathy, not worth mentioning.

He leaned against the wall again and coughed violently.

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After a moment, he watched with a complicated expression as Zhu'an came back with a bunch of things, his face flickering.

Zhu'an was holding a small medicine jar, which contained the soup he had borrowed from the kitchen of the pharmacy when he bought medicine, and also bought cloth towels and some food, and took it back in his hand.

He didn't seem to notice the beggar's unnatural look, or perhaps he guessed and kept silent, and found a well under the tight cover of the weeds.

I threw away the bucket that was missing only one piece and went down, and brought up a bucket of clean water with dead leaves.

As if he had known him for a long time, he naturally smiled and said: "Fortunately, this house has been abandoned for a long time, but I didn't expect this well to be dry." ”

He returned to the beggar, wet a handkerchief and handed it over, and said gently, "Wipe your face." ”

The beggar silently took the wet veil and scrubbed his face and neck, the snow-white veil had become dirty.

But under the dirty face, there is a delicate face, not very old. Zhu'an helped him tidy up his unkempt hair again, as if he had changed people, and his temperament was different in an instant, although he was still ragged, but he was much more energetic.

Zhu'an took back the cloth towel, washed it in water, and handed it over, motioning for him to wipe his hands.

After he wiped his hands, Zhu'an picked up the small medicine jar and poured a bowl of medicine for him to drink.

The beggar felt much more relieved in his heart, and no longer wanted to cough frequently.

He regretted it a little, Fang Cai's malicious speculation was really enough.

Seeing that he had finished drinking, he picked up a cake and handed it over, put a small bowl of water in his hand, and then carefully treated the wounds on his body.

Zhu An said softly: "Let's eat something first." Well...... Let me be long-winded, stealing is detrimental to character, and it is really not a long-term solution. But if the world is healthy and everyone can be fed and clothed, how can there be homeless people, and how can they take risks to steal, just to make ends meet. But after all, it's not good, you see that if you are injured this time, you may die next time. I see that your facial features are upright, and your body still has strength, and when I heal your injuries, it will be good for you to find a good job and make a living. If there is really nowhere to go, you can go to the east of Fanzhou City to forget the worries of the mountain, my master lives in seclusion there, although the life is a little harder, but the mountains are self-sufficient, all kinds of food and clothing are still enough, you can stay there to help, run errands, and it is also stable. ”

The beggar's eyes were a little hot, he took a bite of the bread in his hand, and suddenly asked: "This world is scattered, the day before yesterday Zhumen was prominent, tomorrow there will be hunger and cold, there are often innocent people in prison, dignitaries and dignitaries bully people! If you save me today and someone else tomorrow, can you save me?"

Zhu An paused in his hand, and replied calmly: "I am just a doctor, just saving lives and helping the wounded, not a person who saves the world, I can only heal the body, not the troubled times." ”

He continued to move in his hands, his eyes firm and gentle, "I never thought about saving everyone, thinking about how many people I would save, but if I have the ability, I can save one and one." ”

The beggar shuddered, then lowered his head and nibbled on the cake.

It's just that his shoulders are shaking more and more, and the tip of his nose is also very sore.