Heretic Doctor Zihou

To Wei Ziyu's excited reaction, Zihou just smiled, not surprised. Such progress was also expected by her. However, since the elder brother's legs have undergone such a qualitative change, it means that he will have to rely on himself later.

Compared with the calmness of Zihou, the few people outside the room were extremely excited.

Even if they believe in Zihou, when they actually see this scene, their inner excitement is beyond words.

They firmly believe that Ziyu's legs have been fully conscious, and then only need to exercise, complete recovery is no longer an unattainable fantasy!

Chu Lingye's deep face was also lost for a moment. He knew the severity of Ziyu's leg injury. When he wanted to abolish it that year, he also helped to hire countless doctors and tried all the methods that could be tried, but in the end he still didn't show any improvement.

But after many years, he felt that Ziyu might have spent his whole life in a wheelchair, but at this time, Ziyu had hope to stand up again. And the person who can make Ziyu stand up again is not the self-proclaimed genius doctor, nor the panacea, but his...sister who has a bad reputation for more than ten years.

"Congratulations Ziyu." Chu Lingye walked into the room and raised a very faint smile at Wei Ziyu.

"Ye..." At first sight of Chu Lingye, Wei Ziyu was in a daze. They hadn't seen each other since his crippled legs five years ago. Unexpectedly, meeting again in five years will be today!

"I haven't seen it for a few years, and I'm relieved to see Ziyu like this today." Chu Lingye sighed, and a touch of relief passed in his deep eyes, and there was also a trace of nostalgia.

"In the past few years, it is Ziyu that is not good, so Ye you are worried." Wei Ziyu's face was constricted with excitement, his expression lightly ashamed. In the past five years, because of his self-enclosure, Chu Lingye has been shut out many times. This made him feel very sorry for Chu Lingye.

He is the same age as Chu Lingye, thinking that back then, they were both leaders of the younger generation. They are not only brothers, but also very close friends.

It's just that when they meet again today, they find that they don't know why they can't find the original feeling again.

"Ziyu is able to recover, and the worries over the years are worth it." Chu Lingye smiled and shook his head, sat down on the soft couch, and patted Wei Ziyu's shoulder with his broad palm.

"Their brothers and sisters have not stayed together for so many years. Let's go first and leave some space for their young people." Zhao Xinrou suggested. Wei Shirong had no objection. As for Wei Guoting, he was silent and left immediately.

Seeing that the three people were leaving one after another, Zihou packed the Zizhu needles and was ready to leave first. After all, he and Chu Lingye were not familiar with each other, and had nothing to say. Although Chu Lingye didn't hate him, he definitely didn't like it.

"Cousin..." Seeing Zihou was about to leave, Chu Lingye stood up and chased after a few steps.

"Something?" Zihou just about to step out of the threshold, turned around and looked at Chu Lingye with doubts.

"The Hundred Flowers Feast in three days, you...be careful."

A feast of flowers?

Zihou whispered these four words softly, with a normal conditioned reflex, and automatically searched for the feast of flowers in Chu Lingye's mouth.

The so-called Hundred Flowers Feast was originally called Wenxuan Festival. This is a tradition that was popular in the Western Chu country many years ago.

Every year, when the flowers are in full bloom, the daughters and daughters of the nobles in Xiliang City will gather together to fight each other.

Since later, this Wenxuan event has gradually evolved into an event where the daughters of the big families are more beautiful than women, and the first beauty and talented girl in Xiliang City is selected, and it is also held in the season when the flowers are in full bloom, so it is also called A feast of flowers.

Today's Hundred Flowers Feast requires the daughters of famous families in Xiliang City to participate, otherwise, they will be run on.

In recent years, the Hundred Flowers Feast was held in a restaurant called Feng Ya Lou.

"Okay, I will pay attention." Zihou looked directly at Chu Lingye, and she saw a trace of dignity in his deep eyes. Although I don't know what Chu Lingye's words mean, something unfavorable to her must happen.

A courtyard in the suburbs of Xiliang

Under the moonlight, a slender and tall figure stood up and down. The black robe, without the slightest embellishment, seemed to blend with the night. Although it is only a back figure, it is the body of gods and demons, giving people a kind of kingly power over the world.

"Honorable Lord, the subordinates of the woman's news have been found." A black streamer flashed across, and then a dark figure appeared in the other courtyard.

Hearing that, the mysterious man slowly turned around. Under the moonlight, long black hair fluttered gently with the night wind, and most of his face was hidden in the mottled shadow of the branches under the moon, mysterious and unpredictable.

The perfectly lined chin under the moonlight, and the extremely **** thin lips, like a poisoned poppy, is so beautiful that it makes people addicted to it at the first glance. No one would doubt how beautiful this face is, unparalleled.

"The woman's name is Wei Zihou, she is a young lady from General Zhonglie's Mansion. It is said that Wei Zihou is not only a fool, but also unable to practice. Besides, she admires Chu Yixuan very much." Liu Ying respectfully reported the report, the streamer flashed in his eyes, fleeting, and his face was as always expressionless.

"Wei Zihou!" The devilish man, his red lips moved slightly, his voice was low, and he whispered. In those eyes that were hidden in the dark, as deep as the night sky, the purple streamer flickered and dimmed, extremely mysterious!

Since Chu Lingye came to the door that day, Zihou has been closed for three days.

This day is the time for the Hundred Flowers Feast.

Chang'an Avenue at night is still crowded and busy. On both sides of the street, lanterns of different shapes were hung high, illuminating the entire Chang'an Street like daylight.

Fengya Building is located in the most prosperous area on Chang'an Avenue. The surrounding restaurants, clothing shops, brothel houses and various shops are lined up.

The Fengya Building at this time is very lively.

The luxurious carriages slowly stopped in front of the Fengya Building, and as the curtains opened, those who walked out from the inside, either dressed up, exquisitely made-up ladies, or brocade clothes, graceful look Master Door.

"Tsk tusk, this Hundred Flowers Feast is really magnificent, it would be great if I could go in..."

"Come on, today is a feast of hundreds of flowers, today's Fengya Building, only the daughter of a big family can enter, you still don't think about it!"

"Last year's Hundred Flowers Feast, Zhen Xueyan, the eldest lady of the Prime Minister's Mansion, won the title of first talented woman. I don't know who it will be this year..."

"I think it will be Wei's Zihou from General Zhonglie's Mansion. Haven't you heard of her performance on Chang'an Avenue that day? It is said that she was so powerful and powerful. It must be her this year!"

"That's just a rumor, I don't believe it anymore! Didn't the rumor say that His Royal Highness the Seventh Prince is a gentle and jade-like good son? But in the end he is not a shameless villain with a human face and a beast heart? So, this Wei Zihou I can't believe all the rumors."

"..."

Next to Fengya Building, crowded with onlookers. They talked a lot, and they had different guesses about this year's Feast of Flowers.

There are already full seats in Fengya Building. There is not much time until the Hundred Flowers Feast begins.

"I said, why didn't you see Wei's Zihou this year? In previous years, didn't she always come to grab the position early, must you sit with Yixuan?" Jiang Mo looked at Chu Yixuan with a mocking expression. Light banter.

He naturally heard the rumors about Wei's Zihou on Chang'an Avenue a few days ago, but he didn't believe it at all. How can a foolish waste, change his temper, change his appearance, and gain a strong strength in such a short time?

"You shut up!" Chu Yixuan was in a good mood. When he heard the three words Zihou, he became gloomy, and his face was so dark that he could adjust his ink.