Young man, rich and easy to talk

Fufeng Mountain Villa is so big that you can walk for hours on bare feet.Moreover, the terrain is high in the northwest and low in the southeast, with low mountains on the high and lakes on the low. Whenever the fog does not clear in the early morning, the whole village will become a fairyland.

Qin Xichao's residence was in the small pavilion facing the water in the southeast corner, where the mountains and waters could be seen at a glance. Outside the pavilion, there was a long and narrow wooden pier, and a small sail and solitary leaf boat floated alone on the water.

Tang Wuming lived here temporarily.

Based on Tang Wuming's understanding of the wealthy Jinding's house, there must be a large number of servants coming in and out, and the charming maids holding fans and holding candles, stretching out their hands for clothes and opening their mouths, even the rules must be different from ordinary families. .

But he lived peacefully and cautiously for a few days, but he didn't see many living people in this villa. It was so cold that he couldn't catch anyone even if he wanted to ask where to get water for washing his face and taking a bath.

In the end, if Qin Feng didn't still remember his character, he would have jumped into the river in a hurry.

Ever since he came back, Qin Xichao had been buried in a large volume of business affairs, and he couldn't tell the difference between day and night when dealing with it, so he simply lived in the study, and even Tang Wuming rarely saw him once.Only then did he know that it was not false that that person could be called "Master Qin Zhuang", and he was indeed manipulating him with real skills.

Qin Xichao was closed, and Yuan Le was tired of being with Qin Feng all day long, completely forgetting him as a genuine senior brother. Tang Wuming guarded the empty attic alone, as boring as he could be. Sometimes I went to peep at Yuan Le's situation, sometimes I went to watch people cooking in the most crowded back kitchen, and in the end I was so depressed that I counted ants.

On this day, Tang Wuming squatted under the tree at the entrance of the villa again, enjoying the shade while watching the team of ants carrying food to move. As the saying goes, ants move along the snake path, and there will be heavy rain tomorrow.

He raised his head and looked up at the sky, a cloud of clouds slowly drifted past, a round of white sun hung obliquely in the blue sky, it was as clear as it could be, and there was no sign of rain at all.

If it doesn't rain, there must be some twists and turns.

Speaking of it, it's been quite a while, and the doctor with unparalleled medical skills that Qin Xichao mentioned hasn't appeared yet.

Tang Wuming's neck was sore, and no one came to take care of him. He didn't feel anything when he was alone for a long time, but once the excitement was over, he suddenly felt deserted, but he felt an uncomfortable emptiness all over his body.

He patted his clothes and stood up. Looking around, he still didn't know what to do, so he just turned over and jumped onto the tree branch, and found a thick and comfortable branch with a good scenery, holding a thin leaf at a slant. Erlang's legs rested his mind.

Thinking that he used to sleep on a tree when he had no missions before, and Suhang Mountain was not like Fufeng Mountain Villa, where miasma was everywhere and even the trunks were black, so he could only picture the tranquility on the tree.

Pillowing on a tree branch, he planned to spend the afternoon like this. If Qin Xichao didn't leave the customs tomorrow, he would go to the iron shop in the market to shoot a light crossbow. Even if he came back to shoot birds and catch insects, it would be better than this. Much better to waste time.

Tang Wuming closed his eyes to rest, the sun was lazily shining on his face through the leaves, and under the breeze blowing his face, he soon felt drowsy.

Although Fufeng Mountain Villa has only been established for a hundred years, it has a great reputation and it is built on this isolated island. Few people come here to find fault.

The most recent time, it was the leader of the martial arts who pulled his face and made a harsh remark, and he didn't really break into the village.

In the afternoon, it was the time of sleepiness, even the guards guarding the gate of the villa relaxed their vigilance, leaning against the wall with their swords in their hands and dozed off, and the occasional chirping of birds and insects refreshed them, but they fell asleep again after a short time .

A small boat floated on the smoky lake, getting closer and closer in the clear sky.

A guard drooped his head in sleepiness, and when he woke up, he saw a person walking on the pier, his whole body in white clothes was dazzling under the sunlight.The man in white nodded his thanks to the boatman who brought him here, and walked towards the gate of the villa calmly.

The guard quickly woke up his companion and stood up, saying that there was a visitor coming from a distance.

When the white-clothed man approached, an older guard suddenly recognized him. That man was Dr. Wen who hadn't been to the villa for a long time. He recalled that the last time he was a guest was four years ago.

It's been four years, and the guards who met Dr. Wen at that time were either married and resigned, or were promoted to the Moge, and it's no wonder that no one in the group knew him.

Wen Muyun carried a small medicine box on his back, walked to the gate of the villa and paused, as if hesitating whether to go in directly, after all, he hasn't been here for many years, so it would be better to send someone to inform him.

The old guard knew that this person was a close friend of the owner, so he didn't need to stop him, so the young people who pushed the door opened made way for him.

Seeing this, Wen Muyun no longer refused, and directly stepped into the villa.

The big tree where Tang Wuming was lying was on the only way to enter the village, the shadow of the tree was thick and the lake wind was blowing, and the dense branches and leaves completely covered his figure.

He couldn't sleep well, and in his dreams he kept raising his hands and feet, and the narrow and short branches supported him danglingly, which was really dangerous.

When Wen Muyun walked slowly past the tree, a gust of wind happened to blow through, and when he squinted his eyes to avoid it, he suddenly heard something hit the ground with a "boom".He became vigilant in an instant, pulled out a fine steel dagger from the boot shaft with a swipe, and held it in his palm as if on guard.

At a glance, it was a person, lying on the ground sprawled on the ground, and the branch next to it shook a lot, as if it had fallen from the tree.

"Ouch..." The person who fell got up from the ground while supporting his waist and rubbing his head. He kicked a tree trunk first, and muttered cursingly.

Judging by his clothes, he is not a guard in the villa, nor is he a secret guard of the Mo Pavilion, and he is only about [-] years old. Could it be that he is a family member brought by a wealthy family who came to visit Qin Xichao?

It's really unruly to wander around like this when you come to other people's territory.

Wen Muyun hid the dagger, moved closer, and said in the spirit of a doctor, "Young hero...does it hurt if you fall?"

Tang Wuming was startled when he heard a stranger talking.

"Oh, I'm a doctor. I saw you fall from such a tall tree, and I was worried that you would hurt your bones." Wen Muyun saw that he was stunned and did not speak, and added his identity.

It's good if someone talks to him, he will become dumb if no one talks to him.Tang Wuming rubbed the buttocks that hurt from the fall, and turned around with a smile, "Well, it's okay, I have rough skin and thick flesh that won't break."

The doctor is a handsome young man in white clothes. His black hair is only tied at the end with a ribbon and hangs on his shoulders. His demeanor is dusty, just like what Qin Feng said about the Qionghua Immortal.

Thinking about it, such a high-minded doctor must not be an ordinary person, he must be the unparalleled medical skill Qin Xichao said.

Tang Wuming took a few steps closer, raised his head and said hello to the doctor.

The doctor took a look at him, and suddenly froze in place, staring at him straightly. "Doctor, doctor?" Tang Wuming was puzzled, and said hello a few more times loudly, and raised his hand to shake in front of his eyes.

Wen Muyun came back to his senses, took a step back abruptly, pointed the gleaming dagger hidden in his sleeve between his fingers, and shouted sharply, "Dead? Alive? Half-dead?"

Although Tang Wuming didn't know what he was talking about, he also understood that the dagger was full of killing intent, so he didn't dare to get closer and waved his hands again and again, "Of course I am alive, doctor. Can I still talk and bask in the sun when I am dead?"

After finishing speaking, he looked at Wen Muyun suspiciously, wondering what kind of people Qin Xichao had found, it seemed that his mental condition was not normal, Bie Yuanle was not cured, and he was crazy again.

Wen Muyun looked at him very strangely, as if he was looking at some monster that shouldn't exist in the world, so Tang Wuming himself thought that there was some kind of barrier spell drawn on his body, so that in the eyes of the doctor, he looked like a monster image of.

Originally, he wanted to have someone who was free to chat with him, but it turned out that he was mentally abnormal. Tang Wuming couldn't afford to provoke a lunatic, and he no longer confronted Wen Muyun. He bowed his hands and was about to leave.

"and many more!"

As soon as Tang Wuming stopped, there was a sudden gust of wind behind him.He reacted very quickly, before he could see his body clearly, he skillfully dodged the attack of the dagger, and he got angry after retreating a foot away, how could he fight without saying a word when meeting!

He immediately put on a posture, "Are you sick? Which doctor would kill someone if he didn't save him?!"

Holding the dagger in his hand, Wen Muyun didn't refute, and asked him, "What's your name?"

Tang Wuming was furious, and snorted coldly, "Why should I tell you?!"

"If you don't tell me, let me stab you," Wen Muyun said, "I'll know who you are after the stabbing."

"..." Tang Wuming really wanted to scold someone. He had never seen such an unreasonable doctor. What kind of person makes such kind of friends. Qin Xichao often suffers from brain problems, even knowing a doctor is also a problem.

The two stared at each other at the intersection of the road, neither of them obeyed the other, one would raise a knife at any time, and the other would swear immediately, and occasionally passing servants would walk around them one after another, and no one dared to come up to persuade them to make peace .

After staring for a long time, Tang Wuming got a little hot from the sun, he couldn't bear to confront the person any longer, so he turned around quickly and was about to leave, Wen Muyun raised his hand to grab it when he saw it.

"Muyun!" With an urgent cry, a cyan figure stepped forward from a distance, flew to his eyes and pulled Tang Wuming behind him.

"Qin Xichao?" Seeing the person coming, Tang Wuming asked in surprise, "You came out?"

Qin Xichao ignored it, took a step forward to stand in front of Tang Wuming, looked at the dagger in Wen Muyun's hand and said, "Someone said they saw you fighting, Muyun, what's going on?"

It's not easy for the right owner to make mistakes at the moment, Wen Muyun put away the dagger resentfully, looked over Qin Xichao's shoulder at Tang Wuming, and said expressionlessly, "Tell me what's going on with him first, is it a human or a ghost? "

Qin Xi glanced sideways at Tang Wuming, and pulled him harder in his hands—"Man, my love."

Although he listened to him talking about love all day long, Tang Wuming still couldn't stand it in front of outsiders, his face became even hotter, and he grabbed him even tighter after struggling a few times.

Wen Muyun was not blind, so he could naturally see the small movements of the two of them in private, and suddenly sneered and said, "Qin Xichao, are you serious?"

Qin Xichao nodded without hesitation.

He opened his mouth several times without uttering a single word. Thinking about what other people want, it is naturally not his turn to meddle in other people's business. Dr. Wen lifted the medicine box to his shoulder and swallowed all the words of advice he wanted to say. Li, turned to sigh, "I haven't seen you for many years and you are still the same... Forget it, you can do whatever you want, as long as you don't regret it when the time comes."

Tang Wuming couldn't understand their conversation at all, he could only feel the firm aura exuding from the man in front of him.

Wen Muyun patted the medical box twice, put on a smile and asked Qin Xichao, "Who do you want me to treat?" He pointed at Tang Wuming with his chin and said, "Him?"

Tang Wuming followed closely and replied, "It's not me, it's my junior brother, he's not in good spirits."

The doctor held his chin and said with a smile, "Oh, I have always charged prices for medical treatment for outsiders."

Qin Xichao replied bluntly, "As usual, you can choose whatever you want in my warehouse."

"Okay, it's a deal. I came all the way from the southwest, and the travel expenses will also be on your shoulders." Wen Muyun chuckled and walked forward, waving his hands and beckoning them to lead the way, "Where are the patients, take me to see them. "

What kind of doctor, sitting on the ground and raising the price, has no aspirations to help the world and the common people, Tang Wuming slandered a few words.

Wen Muyun's white clothes swayed past him, and the wind rushed towards him, and a burst of extremely faint fragrance was sent into Tang Wuming's nostrils. Before he could think carefully, he snatched it and grabbed the doctor's wrist——

"Doctor, which rouge did you use?!"

"..."