Bully

The weather is getting hotter, and there is no need to wear a cloak when going out.Ming Chuan wore the white silk shirt embroidered with emerald green bamboo, Xiao Sui took all the purses, jade pendants and other things on Ming Chuan, and finally took out a veiled hat, and put down the white gauze to cover Ming Chuan's face.It becomes more and more mysterious and unfathomable.

"Why are you wearing this?" Ming Chuan asked while grabbing the white gauze hanging down.

"In case someone sees you and bullies you." Xiao Sui took Ming Chuan's hand, "Don't grab it, it's wrinkled."

"Oh." Ming Chuan put down his hand, grabbed Xiao Sui and walked out the door.

They sat in the carriage, and as soon as they turned into the main street, the bustling sounds of the market filled their ears.Yangzhou dialect is the standard Wu Nong's soft language, Ming Chuan can't understand it, but feels that such words are very lingering.

Walking to a theater building, the carriage stopped.Xiao Sui helped Ming Chuan walk down, and there was a faint exclamation in his ears.

"What's wrong?" Ming Chuan asked.

"It's nothing." Xiao Sui said, "Yuemo is because I look good."

Ming Chuan snorted, "There's no one who praises himself like that, he's not ashamed."

Xiao Sui smiled, the low-pitched laughter was right next to Ming Chuan's ear.

When he walked upstairs to the private room, Xiao Sui called his assistant and told him, "Only use the Shengxiao, nothing else is allowed. Sing a few common ditties first."

The buddy went down, and after a while, a few young men came up, holding Shengxiao, and standing outside the screen.

Ming Chuan asked Xiao Sui, "Aren't you singing downstairs?"

"The play downstairs hasn't started yet." Xiao Sui said, "Listen to them first, just for fun."

Ming Chuan nodded, and several teenagers began to sing. The voices of the teenagers were clear and clear, coupled with the lingering touch of Wu Nong's soft language, Ming Chuan stopped listening for a while.

Suddenly hearing a different movement outside the screen, Ming Chuan called out, "Xiao Sui?"

"Here." Xiao Sui said, "What's wrong?"

"Are you talking to someone?" Ming Chuan said, "I heard everything just now."

Xiao Sui glanced at Wu Shi, and said, "It's the doctor who came to treat you."

"Doctor?" Xiao Sui walked into the screen and said, "I forgot to bring you out when the doctor came this afternoon. Just now I sent someone to come back to me, so I asked them to bring the doctor here."

"So that's the case." Ming Chuan waited, and then asked, "Why didn't the doctor speak?"

Wu Shi glanced at Xiao Sui, Xiao Sui glanced at Wu Shi, "The doctor is dumb."

Ming Chuan was startled, and hurriedly said, "Sorry."

Xiao Sui took Ming Chuan's hand, and said to Wu Shi, "Take a pulse."

Wu Shi rolled his eyes in his heart like a master.

After diagnosing the pulse, Wu Shi looked at Xiao Sui, indicating that he had something to say to him.

Xiao Sui said to Ming Chuan: "I will go outside to talk with the doctor, so you can stay indoors."

Ming Chuan asked: "Why? Can't I listen to my condition?"

Xiao Sui stuffed a few oranges into Ming Chuan's hands, and said, "The doctor can't talk, how can you two communicate? I'll listen to what the doctor has to say first, and then I'll talk to you later."

"Okay." Ming Chuan had something to eat and stopped talking.

Walking outside the door, Wu Shi asked, "Why did you bring him out?"

"I'm worried about him being alone."

Wu Shi asked: "You hurried back last night, what happened?"

Xiao Sui said: "He heard the sound of rain and ran out and fell down."

Wu Shi raised his eyebrows and said: "In the past, it was the temperament that something would happen if you couldn't see it at a glance, and it's the same now."

Xiao Sui didn't answer, just said: "How are his eyes?"

"It's still the same." Wu Shi said: "Yaomo will have to wait for about two months before his eyes can fully heal."

Xiao Suimo was silent, he hoped that Ming Chuan's eyes would be fine, but Ming Chuan's eyes were fine, so he should leave.

"By the way," Wu Shi said, "Rong Feng said he has something important to tell you."

"I don't worry about him being alone. Let's talk about it when we go back."

"Important!" Wu Shi said, "Do you know what is important? You can't wait for a moment."

Xiao Sui hesitated for a moment, then looked at Wu Shi, "Go first, lest he recognize you."

Wushi nodded and went down.

Xiao Sui turned back to the room, Ming Chuan heard his movement, and asked, "Where is the doctor?"

"The doctor is gone."

"How did he say?"

Xiao Sui peeled some walnuts for Ming Chuan, and said, "The doctor said that it will take two months for your eyes to fully recover."

"Two months?" Ming Chuan counted on his fingers, a little depressed, "It's still so long."

Xiao Sui straightened his slightly crooked veil, and said, "I'll go down and get you some fresh refreshments, and I'll be up soon. If you have anything to do, call me loudly, you understand?"

Ming Chuan nodded: "Okay."

Xiao went casually, and Ming Chuan said to the few singers, "Keep singing."

A bold young man asked, "What do you want to hear, my lord?"

Ming Chuan stuffed an orange into his mouth, thought for a while and said, "Talk to me first."

He asked the boy who was talking, "What's your name, and how old are you?"

"My name is Yun'er, and I am fourteen this year."

The rest reported their names and ages one by one. Only this Yun'er was 14 years old, and the others were only eleven or twelve years old, and they were still children.

Ming Chuan nodded, and gave them a few plates of dim sum on the table.

Seeing Ming Chuan's easy-going temperament and no airs, the chatterbox of the few people started.

It turned out that Yun'er was the only one among these people who could perform on stage. He was highly talented and had a beautiful voice.

Yun'er's face turned reddish, a little embarrassed.

Ming Chuan asked with a smile: "What are you best at singing?"

Yun'er said: "I can sing "Yutangchun", and "Su San Qi Jie" is the best."

Ming Chuan said: "Then let's sing this."

Yun'er said yes, and the two little actors over there played the flute, and Yun'er opened his mouth to sing.

Ming Chuan was listening happily, when he suddenly heard a commotion outside, and vaguely heard Yun'er's name.

There was a loud voice outside, and the teenagers were frightened, and Yun'er stopped singing as well.

Ming Chuan was about to see what was going on outside, when the door of the room was kicked open suddenly.The leader is a young man dressed in gold and silver, followed by many servants.

"Where's Yun'er? It's not that you want to take over Yun'er, who allowed him to sing for others?"

The owner of the theater repeatedly begged, "We just sing opera, not that kind of business."

"What kind of business!" A boy kicked the owner of the theater away, the young man picked his teeth and said, "I'm willing to cover you to save face, do you really think I'm a role? I don't know how to appreciate things. "

Yun'er hurriedly helped up the owner of the theater, and glared at the young master bitterly.

"Hey, look at the little eyes," the son laughed, "I like this one, it's delicious. Hurry up and take him away!"

Several people went forward to pull Yun'er.

Ming Chuan sat behind the screen, no matter how much he blinked his eyes, there was darkness in front of him, and his palms were sweating profusely.

Brother Young Master pushed away the screen and saw Ming Chuan at a glance.He was dressed in white, spotless, sitting upright like a fairy, as if he didn't pay attention to the farce outside.

The son and brother were stunned for a moment.

Seeing Mingchuan's expensive clothes, Yun'er rushed forward, "My lord, please help us!"

Ming Chuan supported Yun'er, and said to the young master: "In broad daylight, how can you allow you to bully and dominate the market here!"

Brother Young Master came back to his senses, walked into Mingchuan slowly, and said, "It's easy to talk about."

Ming Chuan frowned, it might as well be that the Young Master had come close, and suddenly reached out and lifted Ming Chuan's veil.

Brother Young Master took a deep breath and froze in place.Ming Chuan's complexion is gorgeous, but the white silk in his eyes gives him a sense of nobility, such a stunning beauty in the world, that young master was infatuated for a moment.The little servant was the best at observing words and expressions, and said: "My lord, this man is blind, why don't you..."

Brother Young Master came back to his senses, and with an order, those servants came to pull Ming Chuan.

Ming Chuan greeted this person's family in his heart, but he had to hold on and not show timidity on the face.

He reached out to pick up a bowl of tea on the table and threw it hard, but the young master dodged it.

"Since you can't see it, don't do these struggles." Brother Young Master smiled triumphantly, "Come back with me to have a good meal, and I will definitely not treat you badly."

Yun'er also knew that she seemed to have brought disaster on Ming Chuan, so she shrank to the side, not daring to move.

"Do you still have Wang Fa in your eyes?" Ming Chuan said, "Aren't you afraid that I will sue the officials?"

After his words fell, the group of people laughed even more wildly.

"Sue the officer, are you going to sue? See if my father will beat me twice or lock me up for two days! Hahahahaha!"

"It turns out that this son is the son of the prefect of Yangzhou." Ming Chuan gritted his teeth, thinking that the state teacher is really getting worse, and anyone can be a parent official.

"Do you know who I am?" Ming Chuan raised his head slightly, showing a proud and dignified attitude.

His appearance had fooled Zhang Xinyuan before, and now he would definitely be able to fool this young master.

Sure enough, when the young master saw his appearance, he felt a little hesitant. There was indeed news that the man from the capital had recently come to the south of the Yangtze River. Could it be that he had just met him?

But after he thought about it, he had never heard of that blind nobleman before, so he relaxed a little, and said with a smile: "Who are you, tell me to listen, and see if you can scare me?"

Ming Chuan gritted his teeth, seeing Ming Chuan's appearance, the young master felt more and more itchy in his heart, and he didn't ask anyone to take him back, and was going to do things right here.

Brother Young Master walked in, the more he looked carefully, the more he realized that this person looked like a fairy, Brother Young Master rushed over anxiously.Ming Chuan panicked, and could almost feel his breath spraying against his ears.

He frowned in disgust, suddenly pulled out the hairpin on his head, and stabbed fiercely at the person who came.There was a puff, the sound of a sharp weapon piercing the flesh.

The son immediately rolled over and screamed, his voice was worse than that of a pig butcher.Ming Chuan held the hairpin tightly in his hand, his hands were covered with sticky blood.He didn't know where he was pierced, and he didn't know that his blood-covered appearance was somewhat Shura-like.

Those little servants were frightened, Ming Chuan didn't move, in fact, his legs were a little weak.

Suddenly a voice came from the door, very anxious and panicked, "Ming Chuan!"

It was Xiao Sui's voice, and Ming Chuan let go of the hairpin in his hand.