The soldiers carrying the bride price stood neatly in two rows next to the big red wooden box with long guns on their shoulders, motionless, becoming an eye-catching sight on Shitang Street today.
Lu Xi and a man in military uniform sat leisurely at the huanghuali wooden table in the hall for consultation. His long fingers tapped rhythmically on the wooden table. The adjutant next to him was holding a purple clay teapot and pouring tea.
Song Jin raised her head and glanced at Lu Xihe, her pretty face flushed slightly. She lowered her head and crushed the cinnabar in the medicine bowl hard, and said angrily: "Master Lu, please come back, I will not leave Shitang."
Lu Xihe seemed not to have heard the words. He still closed his eyes and knocked on the table calmly, as if he was the only one sitting in this hundred-* hall.
Song Jin has been practicing medicine in Shitang Town for a year, and she has never seen anyone with a face as thick as a city wall like Lu Xi, and her own face was also affected.
Ever since Lu Xihe entered Bai*tang three months ago, the two of them have become the talk of the people in Shitang Street after dinner. She didn't want to deal with these people with guns, but there were people who stuck to her.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
