novelcrest Chapter 267 Order
Chapter 267 Order
Chapter 267 Order
Xia Meng walked over and sat on a wooden chair in front of the red curtain.
The frame of the wooden bed is wide, but the carving is very delicate. It is painted with dark patterns on it, and the frowns and smiles of the characters come alive in the eyes.
The palm of the outstretched hand rested on a piece of jade lotus root wrapped in silk cloth, on which two mandarin ducks playing in the water were embroidered with gold and silver colored thread.
Plain white wrists, slender and slender fingers, beautiful nails that are neatly groomed, light blue wrist veins faintly emerging, these are a pair of very beautiful hands.
Xia Meng took a breath slowly. In her eyes, such a hand should belong to a woman.
She raised her head and stared at the figure behind the curtain. Although the distance was extremely close, the falling curtain was like a barrier, blocking her prying sight.
She could find out by lifting the curtain, but she didn't dare to.
Following the movements of the ancients to check the pulse, she put her fingers on the wrist of this hand, and it felt slightly cold to the touch, but part of the reason should be that she was nervous.
The weak pulse came along the fingertips, giving her some comfort.
"Young Master Huang," she asked in a calm voice, "Your pulse condition is relatively shallow, but you haven't been resting well recently?"
After a while—
"Seeing her rise to a high-rise building, good things often go wrong. How many beauties have mismatched mandarin couples. The fate of husband and wife is hard to force. How many happy loves will last forever?"
An opera voice sounded, and almost immediately, Xia Meng confirmed that this voice was the opera singing from the lake last night, because it was equally sad and resentful, and equally weird.
If it was really according to Steward Zhou's statement that Young Master Huang was crazy, then it would be normal for him to ask questions that were not answered. Anyway, it is impossible for this mission to really use medical skills to treat him.
Even if they can cure the disease, they can only cure the heart disease.
After calming down, Xia Meng continued to ask: "Young Master Huang, do you still have the prescription we prescribed for you last time?"
"How many phoenixes reward the phoenixes? How many purple swallows and orioles mistakenly call Tao? When you meet each other, you will cultivate both blessings and wisdom in life. Ask God, if you have a romantic moment, you will feel uncomfortable even if you don't get any points."
Now Xia Meng understood why everyone came down with a dazed look on their faces. No matter what they asked, the other party only responded with libretto, and could not get any useful information at all.
Although she couldn't tell the source of these libretto, she could still hear some of the general meaning, which was nothing more than the meaning of life and death between men and women.
Thinking about it, this Young Master Huang is still a lover.
After thinking for a while, she quickly stood up and said to the motionless Young Master Huang, "Master Huang, rest well, I'll take my leave first."
When she walked quickly to the stairs, the libretto behind her sounded again, this time more bitterly than before, "But if you have a son with the same heart, die in the same hole, and live in the same house, then you will be in the same grave, and I will be in the same grave." happy heart"
Xia Meng immediately quickened her pace and left as if fleeing. She keenly felt that the drama had reached its climax, and more importantly, the mood of the singer had also changed.
From mourning and resentment to gradually becoming hysterical.
It wasn't until she left completely that the oppressive feeling in her heart disappeared. Young Master Huang's libretto seemed to have a strange magic power, every sentence seemed to be a stone in her heart.
It is very uncomfortable.
It seems that things are more complicated than she thought, the costumes may be just a gimmick, it only determines the order, and the lyrics are really fatal.
Maybe maybe wait until the play reaches its climax, then the players standing in front of Young Master Huang will be in danger.
It is unknown that Young Master Huang will become a ghost.
But judging from the situation just now, the situation is no longer optimistic, Young Master Huang may go berserk at any time, and she raised her head when the next person came down the stairs, and a figure in a white costume walked over unsteadily.
It is Jiangcheng
"Hmm." When passing by Xia Meng's side, he hummed softly.
"He can't die right now," Xia Meng secretly clenched her fists and thought to herself, "Although this person's character is extremely poor and shameless, he has very good skills and mind. There are three hole cards, and Jiangcheng is one of them."
"It would be perfect if he could die with the crimson man," Xia Meng stared at his back as he disappeared at the end of the stairs.
But just when Xia Meng was about to turn her head and leave, the footsteps sounded again, and they were very brisk. After a while, Jiang Cheng ran down the stairs "peddling".
Less than 10 seconds before and after.
"What are you?" Xia Meng slightly opened her eyes.
The rest of the people looked at Jiangcheng as if they saw a ghost.
"Young Master Huang, tell me who's next," Jiang Cheng yelled, and then slipped back into the crowd without even introducing himself.
"Mr. Hao," An Xuan looked at Jiang Cheng, his expression was surprisingly bad, and his tone was the same, cold as if he was a different person, "Did you forget something?"
"Hao Shuai," Jiang Cheng poked his head out from behind, "My name is Hao Shuai, I'm a model, and I'm currently working at KTV Night Shift High."
"Okay, okay," An Xuan waved his hand, "It's fine."
Now everyone looked at Jiang Cheng with reassurance. He couldn't be a ghost. No ghost would talk like that. If there was one, they would admit it even if they died.
The next person in Jiangcheng was Qin Jian. Probably because of his clothes, he was not confident in himself, and almost fell when he walked up the stairs.
Jiang Cheng squinted, staring at Qin Jian's back, something flashed in his eyes.
The fat man seemed to have noticed something. He first looked at Qin Jian, then tilted his head, pretending to casually look at the doctor, a special feeling suddenly emerged in his heart.
After about a few minutes, Qin Jian walked down tremblingly.
But after going downstairs, he managed to squeeze out a smiling face. After answering the question of his identity, he immediately walked back into the crowd.
He seemed particularly afraid of being alone.
And the next person after Qin Jian is Chen Qiang.
It could be seen that Chen Qiang was quite nervous. He pinched the hem of the white shirt with one hand, and even pulled the clothes a little out of shape, but his face was very firm.
Like a soldier who is about to go to the battlefield in the next moment.
Under everyone's gaze, he breathed out slowly, then walked out of the crowd and walked towards the stairs.
"My lord is tired, so let's leave today." The middle-aged woman who had been quiet for a long time suddenly said.
Chen Qiang's body suddenly froze, and then he trembled slightly. Fatty saw this and was relieved for the young man.
On the way back, the middle-aged woman led the way from a distance, and the rest of the people had the opportunity to gather together to discuss what happened just now.
"That young master is too wicked," Shi Liao Zhi muttered in a low voice as he walked, "Lying there as if he has no bones, I can't understand a word of what he sings, and I don't dare to listen, but listen The tune is exactly the same as last night!"
"But fortunately, I can be sure that the young master is a human being," he comforted himself, "It is better to be human than anything else."
"Lying there?" Xia Meng suddenly turned around, "Isn't he sitting?"
(End of this chapter)