Women's clothing boss, he is too beautiful

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Others say that Jing Hezhou's mouth is the sweetest in the world.Song Xizhi didn't believe it before, but now he has finally learned it.

Song Xizhi laughed.

Jing Hezhou also showed a smile, walked over and said proudly: "I got Doctor Luo and will go to the capital soon."

"He will surely cure you."

"Oh? You went to Jiangnan years ago to find him. It's just that he has a very big temper."

Luo Qingfeng, with superb medical skills, is rumored to be able to turn dead bones into flesh, even if a dead person falls into his hands, he will have to climb out of the coffin.

His medical skills are world-famous, but his eccentric temper is more famous than his medical skills.He established the rule of "three non-medical treatment", that is, "the living will not be treated, the poor will not be treated, and the woman will not be treated."

In addition to these three rules, Luo Qingfeng's rescue depends on his mood. If he is unlucky and happens to be in a bad mood, even if you give him ten thousand taels of gold, he will not agree to save someone.

Of course, if you are lucky enough to meet him in a good mood, he still won't save people without the golden ten thousand taels.

Gold ten thousand taels, terminally ill, no matter which one of the conditions is not easy to meet.

It's like putting a big fat piece of meat in front of a tiger that has been starving for a few days in a fence. If you look for it, you can't eat it.

So although Luo Qingfeng is a genius doctor, he has more enemies than patients.People gave him the nickname "Luo Jianchou".

"Where did you get the money?" Song Xizhi looked at him suspiciously.Ten thousand taels of gold is not Chinese cabbage in a ten thousand cart field.Although Jing Hezhou is an expensive prince, it is impossible for him to spend so much money all at once.

Jing Hezhou curled his hands slightly, rubbed his fingertips lightly, and said, "The mountain people have their own tricks."

"I don't have ten thousand taels of gold, but there are other ways. Trees move to death, people move to live. People, learn to be flexible."

"You have been smarter than me since you were a child, and this time I finally beat you!" He smiled, brighter than the moonlight.

Song Xizhi chuckled: "Fortunately, you don't have ten thousand taels of gold, otherwise you would be the biggest prodigal son in the world."

Even if the gods come to his disease, they can't be cured. Isn't all the money wasted and just go with the flow?

"My pleasure!"

A king is like a mountain wind, but he was born in the emperor's family.

Song Xi's eyes were deep, and he remained silent.

The crescent moon hangs high, bright as snow.A wind comes from the north, blowing away a grove of plum blossoms and flying flowers all over the sky.

Someone crushed Luohong behind him, "Broken!" The branch broke.

When Song Xizhi turned around, it was Song Xialan who had arrived.She held half a broken plum in her left hand, and stretched out the palm of her right hand towards him, with a smile on her lips: "Sister, it's time for us to go back."

Her smile is as light as the spring breeze, but it gives people the coldness of winter.

Song Xizhi coughed, and lo and behold, the little fox protecting the food came.

It's just a pity that he is not her food, nor does he need her protection.

I was blinded by my good intentions.

Seeing someone coming, it's not a good time to talk.Jing Hezhou glanced at Song Xialan, then bid farewell to Song Xizhi.

It's so cool.The wind is strong and piercing.

Jing Hezhou stopped and glanced back.The two were very close, as if they were whispering something.

I don't know what Song Xizhi said to his good sister, which made the woman smile like a peach blossom.

Jing Hezhou touched his nose and was about to move on.

The woman raised her head and stared straight at him.The smoky blue beauty, as pale as ink, shed off her indifferent and gentle skin, revealing icy cold spikes.

This woman wants him to die, the kind that has no place to bury him.

Did he provoke her?He doesn't seem to remember.

O sin!

commit a sin!

Jing Hezhou glanced at the elder brother of the prince standing on the tall building on the left, and couldn't help but sighed with his head in his arms: "Unlucky!"Really bad luck!

Come out for an appointment, why are there so many people staring at her.

Well, it seems that he really got involved in something very troublesome.

Still the kind of trouble he hated most, power.

It's really not the right time for him to come back.

Leave it alone!

Fanning the white fan in his hand, the scenery and the boat floated away, the joy of the present is over, don't ask if there will be a tomorrow!

Tomorrow's troubles, let's talk about it tomorrow!

After Jing Hezhou left, Song Xizhi looked at the night, it was already dark, "The banquet is almost over, let's go back."

Song Xialan looked at the people beside him, his face was lightly illuminated by the moonlight, and he spoke in a soft voice, those words were like raindrops, thin and cool, just like him, silent Yes, it was deserted, but it fell into her heart at some point.

"My sister seems to be very familiar with the Fourth Prince?"

"The banquet was too stuffy. I came out to get some air. I just happened to meet the Fourth Prince."

Did you really just meet?Why talking about that person, his eyes seem to glow.

The two of them grew up together since childhood, and Song Xialan had never seen him so completely relaxed and laughing.

Aren't they inseparable, closest sisters?

They are connected by blood and rely on each other. They have played the piano and painted together since they were young, and they are honest with each other.

Shouldn't they be talking about everything, being the closest to each other's souls?

But now they are still skirt-to-skirt, hand-to-hand, they are close at hand, but they feel far away from each other.

This kind of distance made Song Xialan panic.She couldn't tell.

She wants to cry.

But can't.It doesn't work either.

Song Xizhi asked: "What's wrong?"

Song Xialan carefully supported Song Xizhi and raised her face.Gentle oval face shape.With a smile on his brows and eyes, hiding a cautiousness that is difficult to detect.

"It's nothing. I just want to say something to my sister. You seldom go out, so you don't know what the fourth prince is like. He is a very feminine person, and he has too many confidante friends. He is a frequent visitor to the Chu Pavilion in the brothel."

"He's used to talking sweetly. My sister is so pretty, it's better to stay away from him."

Song Xizhi's eyelids twitched, Jing Hezhou's reputation is indeed romantic, but he never behaves indecently, and there is still a fundamental difference from those lewd ghosts who eat, drink, prostitute and gamble.

Why did Song Xialan make Jing Hezhou look like a pervert and a pervert?

What's more, didn't Song Xialan say not long ago that she likes Jing Hezhou?How did the saying change so quickly?

Could it be that love cannot be obtained, and love breeds hatred?

Song Xizhi thought about Jing Hezhou's cute handsome face and honey-smeared mouth, and guessed.

He nodded: "Well, I see."

Song Xialan's voice was dry: "It's good that my sister knows Lan'er's intentions."

The two talked while walking, and they had already walked back to the banquet without knowing it.

The banquet is coming to an end, the emperor is not in good health and should not drink too much, so he has already taken a step ahead.The remaining ministers and family members were preparing to leave one after another.

Seeing the two of them coming back, Song Ci came over and explained: "The guards are waiting outside the palace gate, you two go back to the mansion first, and I'll come after the entertainment." After speaking, Song Ci turned around and continued with the others.

Sure enough, it was like this again.Song Xialan sighed, and walked outside the palace gate with Song Xizhi, and got into the carriage.

Song Xizhi comforted: "Father is the prime minister, he is busy with affairs, so he can't take care of us when he is busy. Sister, don't worry about it."

Song Xialan responded, but the gloom between her brows was vaguely shrouded, and it still didn't dissipate.

A trace of unbearableness flashed across Song Xizhi's eyes, the family is harmonious, such a simple wish will never be realized in the Song family.

He closed his eyes, not shattering Song Xialan's true hope that day.

The wheels of the carriage were turning, and the two sat next to each other, each with their own thoughts.

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