The shopkeeper raised the calligraphy in his hand, his old face flushed with excitement. "Everyone, after seven years, Madam Xue's couplet has finally come out."
"Oh? Who is it? "Someone couldn't help but ask.
"That's right, why isn't that person coming out? Could it be that the person is too ugly?"
In the First-grade Building, everyone was talking, and in an instant, it was boiling.
The shopkeeper knew that these people were feeling complicated. Madam Xue's couplet had countless people trying to come up with a good couplet, but they couldn't come up with a good couplet. Now that someone had come up with a good couplet, how could they not be curious? At the same time, they were also a bit jealous.
"Everyone, please be quiet." The shopkeeper calmed the rising voices. He took out the couplet from the box and hung it next to the couplet. "Everyone here is a proud disciple of a famous teacher, please take a look."
After he finished speaking, he retreated to the side. Those with good eyesight had already seen it and read it out loud. "Moon Reflection Well, Moon Reflection Well, Moon Reflection Well. Moon Reflection Ten Thousand Years, Moon Reflection Well Ten Thousand Years. Good couplet! "
"Thousands of years? Ten thousand years? It's too heavy. "Someone felt that there was a flaw.
"There are some inherent flaws, but the concept is excellent. I feel that it can be a good couplet."
"I can't find a better couplet. I wonder who this Young Master Gu is. I really want to try."
Everyone discussed with each other. Someone saw Huarong's finger pointing. "Isn't that …"
Before he could finish speaking, Huarong and Lin Heqing had already left with their attendants, leaving him with the corner of an 'expert's' robe.
The shopkeeper stroked his goatee and smiled very happily. He was worried that Madam Xue's couplet would cause his business to drop, but when he saw the couplet lying in the box, he smiled even more happily.
"Everyone, the second couplet has come out. Everyone, please look at Young Master Gu's couplet and see who can match it with five hundred taels of silver." He held back his excitement and took out 'Willow Pond Locked in Smoke'.
There was an idiom called 'the body is disabled, but the mind is strong'. When they came out of First-grade Building, Lin Heqing unceasingly told Huarong the gossip he had just heard.
"Chang 'an, I don't know what method that Miss Yang used to persuade the Wen family to hold the wedding in the capital. What intentions do you think she has? Did she think that no one would know about that? Even though the two brothers fought bitterly, Lord Wen still only allowed Second Young Master Wen to marry her. Eldest Young Master Wen will inherit the family business in the future, so marrying her will ruin his future. "
Huarong stomped his feet and rolled his eyes at him. "Are you too free?"
"Huh?" He didn't understand.
"You're still inquiring after being grounded? Have you forgotten the pain after the scars have healed? Can you be a little more careful? "Huarong was a hindsight, pouring cold water on him.
Lin Heqing and Huarong had known each other for many years. It was always Huarong who scolded him, and he never refuted. Even when he was splashed with cold water, he would just scratch his head and smile foolishly.
"Chang 'an, you are really talented. If you go to the imperial examination, you will definitely be the top scorer." He smirked and followed him. He was very perceptive to change the topic.
Huarong walked lazily on the street. There was a noodle shop in front of her, and the smell of beef noodles drifted over from afar. She sniffed and quickened her pace. "What's the point of being the top scorer? It's more interesting to play in the world. "
"Otherwise, we are bosom friends." Lin Heqing followed Huarong into the noodle shop. They were not unfamiliar with this noodle shop.
The shopkeeper was an aunt with a beautiful daughter. She was bullied and almost forced to marry by a bully. Huarong happened to pass by and had the fun of being a hero saving the beauty.
As soon as they sat down, the aunt's beautiful daughter, Qingqing, came over. She bowed shyly and asked, "What do you two want to eat?"
Lin Heqing looked at Huarong ambiguously and even touched her shoulder. "Qingqing asked you a question."
Huarong rolled her eyes at him, but she got a look of "Qingqing was waiting for you."
"Beef noodles. Less oil, more chili." Huarong thought and added, "Less noodles. I have to accompany my grandmother for dinner when I get home. Just a taste is enough."
Lin Heqing felt that although Huarong was a playboy, she was methodical. Other playboys would not think of going home to accompany their grandmother for dinner, but she always did things appropriately. Therefore, she liked to hang out with Huarong.
"I'm the same as him, but I put more noodles. I don't know if my father will let me eat when I get home …"
His words made Qingqing laugh. Shuxiu also laughed, but Fu Gui glared at them with dissatisfaction.
Soon, the noodles were served. When they were about to eat, they heard someone shouting on the street, "He fainted. It's not my fault. I didn't touch him."
"It's not me either."
Scammer? Huarong was surprised. Was there such a profession in ancient times? She looked curiously and found that the face of the person on the ground was facing her. "Why is it him?"
"He seems to be seriously injured." Lin Heqing also found that the person on the ground was Zhenguo Gong, the Crown Prince.
Huarong did not hesitate and ran over. Lin Heqing stretched out her hand to hold her hand. "Chang 'an, didn't you say not to meddle in other people's business …?"
Huarong had already walked to Zhenguo Gong, the Crown Prince. She squatted down and patted his arm. "Hey, Crown Prince, Crown Prince, wake up."
Zhenguo Gong, the Crown Prince, turned over in a daze. He opened his eyes and looked at Huarong. Before Huarong could be surprised, he fainted again.
"Quick, send him to the clinic." Huarong pointed at Lin Heqing.
Lin Heqing pointed at her nose. "Me?"
"Or me? Can I carry him? "
Lin Heqing was speechless. At the same time, she felt depressed. "We are both men. I am as thin as you. Why can't I carry him?"
"Are you going to carry him or not?"
"Yes!" Lin Heqing thought that she must have owed her in her previous life.
Just as Lin Heqing was exhausted, they finally found the clinic after walking for about half an hour. Huarong, Lin Heqing, and the unconscious Zhenguo Gong, the Crown Prince, were all dressed differently. Although the clinic was a place to treat illnesses and save lives, it was unavoidable to pay respect to the clothes first. Therefore, they did not dare to delay.
The doctor who took the pulse was the best doctor in the clinic. He seemed to be very skilled. He kept shaking his head, and his face was full of compassion.
"Doctor, how is it? Can he be saved? "Huarong asked.
Lin Heqing felt that it was inauspicious for her to ask such a question. She anxiously added, "Doctor, you must cure him. We can't bear the responsibility of his death."
After she finished speaking, she felt that her words were not very auspicious. She immediately spat.
Huarong was too lazy to pay attention to her. She was very nervous.
The old doctor stroked his goatee and said in an unfathomable voice, "The injury is serious. I am afraid that it will take a long time to recuperate. If not, his four limbs will be disabled."
"Four limbs?" Huarong did not understand.
The old doctor shook his head and lifted the sleeve of Zhenguo Gong's Crown Prince. He saw that his entire arm was bruised. He did not know who was so cruel and daring to beat Zhenguo Gong, the Crown Prince.
"Poor thing. There is not a single part of his body that is not injured. Several of his ribs are also broken." The old doctor sighed.
Huarong had already thought about it. She instinctively felt that this matter was very troublesome. It was not something she should care about. Therefore, she immediately ordered the Shuxiu, "Go to Zhenguo Mansion immediately and inform them that their Crown Prince is now in the clinic. If he does not come to pay the medical fees, he will die."
Lin Heqing was shocked. She lowered her voice and asked Huarong, "They are not even going to pay the medical fees?"
"I have no money." Huarong said. She turned to the shopkeeper and said politely, "This is Zhenguo Gong, the Crown Prince. Please treat him well. Goodbye."
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