"In today's world, there is a flute, a sword, a sword and a harp. Everyone knows about it. This flute is Shen Ningbi, the owner of the Ningbi Cave flute. The sound of the flute is so beautiful that it kills people invisible; this sword is Xiao Yi, the owner of the Shuihan Sword. His wind-whispering sword skills are superb. Transformation is invincible; this sword is of course the master of the Ba Yue Sword, who goes against the will of heaven. As the leader of the Demon Sect, his thirteen-year-old sword skills kill many people, and it is so brutal. And when it comes to this Qin, we have to talk about the Hongchen Building, the No. 1 Shop in Chang'an..."
The storyteller's voice gradually faded away. Xiao Ji quickened her pace and stopped in front of a courtyard door. When she pushed the door open and walked in, she saw her son who was as good as a heavenly being.
"Sir, the medicine slave you requested has been brought back."
"Oh." The man smiled, with a natural laziness in his voice, "Okay, you go down first."
"Yes." Xiao Ji bowed and happily walked into the back hall.
The man looked at the lively and running figure of the little maid and couldn't help but smile slightly. The face that was already like a fairy was even more beautiful at this moment. It's a pity that there is no one in the courtyard at this moment, so no one can get a glimpse of this scenery.
He sat down on the lounge chair in the courtyard. The peach blossoms in the courtyard were in full bloom, each one more delicate and pinker than the last. He smiled, opened the folding fan in his hand and shook it slightly, showing a romantic attitude, "Although the peach blossoms in the courtyard are in full bloom, they are not To avoid the trend of withering." After saying this, Fang took a long breath and looked in the direction of Chang'an, "That man doesn't know what to do." There was a sense of helplessness, worry and a hint of unnoticeable bitterness in his words.