The beginning of the king guards the Great Wall

"Jiang Ming, you are back." Marco Polo saw him and rushed to meet him.

Jiang Ming asked suspiciously, "Di Renjie hasn't woken up yet?"

Marco Polo looked anxious: "Master Di's mind and soul were damaged, and he almost died. I have consulted several doctors and said that there is nothing they can do."

"The injury is so serious?!" Jiang Ming's pupils shrank suddenly, "Where is he now?"

Di Renjie was attacked by Jiang Ziya, Jiang Ming didn't think it was a big deal, and he could rest for a few days at most, but he never thought it was so serious.

"At Le Yi Fang."

Music workshop? ? ?

Jiang Ming black question mark face.

That's where rich people in Chang'an spend their time. Di Renjie is half dead. Why do you take him to the music workshop?

Could it be that listening to a song and watching a dance can wake up his sleeping soul?

Without waiting for Jiang Ming to ask, Marco Polo explained: "Li Yuanfang said that there is an old friend of Master Di who is good at treating diseases of the mind and soul."

"Well, let's go, let's go see if we can help."

Chang'an Leyifang enjoys a high reputation in the Tang Dynasty. The quality of singers and dancers is far from comparable to other cities. People often spend a lot of money here just to smile for the beauties.

Most of the concubines in Leyifang were born in poor families, and the families could not afford to support them or were short of money, so they sold their young daughters to Leyifang.

First, you can exchange some money to tide over the difficulties, and second, the young girl can at least live without worrying about food and drink here.

These girls have been trained since childhood. Those who are slender go to practice dancing, those with clear voices go to practice singing, those with nimble fingers go to practice playing. If you don’t look good, then be a servant.

Le Yifang does not support idlers, so if you want to make a living, you must have a skill.

A good job counts.

As soon as Jiang Mingfu stepped into the music workshop, he heard the sound of the zither.

On the stage facing the red door on the first floor, several female performers sang and danced.

They are all young girls in their twenties, each of whom is seven or eight percent handsome.

Jiang Ming's eyes drifted unconsciously to the dancer's body, the curves were perfect, sometimes loose and sometimes constricted, ups and downs like a roller coaster.

It's hard to take your eyes off.

After about a few breaths, Jiang Ming remembered that there was still business to do, so he reluctantly looked away from the dancer.

He glanced at Marco Polo.

Good guy, this guy is more addicted than me, and the corners of his mouth are drooling.

Jiang Ming coughed twice.

Marco Polo remained motionless, his eyes fascinated.

Snapped!

Jiang Ming slapped him on the head: "You old pervert, wake up!"

Chapter 87：杨玉环

Marco Polo was taken aback for a moment, then patted his head in embarrassment:

"Brother Jiang Ming, don't take offense, your Chang'an girls are too beautiful."

"That's natural, but you can't look at it like that. Your wolf-like eyes scare the girls."

Jiang Ming gave him a contemptuous look, and said to himself that if you saw such a beauty as Jia Luo, you wouldn't even be able to walk.

After asking the waiter, he learned that Di Renjie was in the Accord on the second floor, so the two of them went upstairs without saying a word.

"This is the room."

Jiang Ming looked up at the most luxurious bedroom in the music workshop.

This kind of Accord is a private place for famous Yi Ji to meet guests. As for the way of receiving guests, it depends on whether the Yi Ji is serious or not.

If it is not serious, the guests can only drink tea and talk heart-to-heart;

Pushing open the rich door, Jiang Ming first heard the melodious pipa sound, and then saw a deserted and beautiful face.

He was stunned.

The woman playing the piano in the Accord is the beautiful hero in the glory of the king——Yang Yuhuan!

Yang Yuhuan looked up at him, her work did not stop.

Gently pinching, slowly twisting, rubbing, and picking again, the ten pale fingers are like dancing elves.

As she fiddled with her fingers, a light green fluorescent light floated out of the pipa, and the fluorescent light floated into the soul, which seemed to have the magical effect of healing wounds.

Jiang Ming saw Di Renjie lying on the bed, with fluorescent light continuously entering his body, repairing his damaged soul.

Sure enough, it is a means to heal the soul, this should be Yang Yuhuan's ultimate move. . .Jiang Ming walked into the Accord lightly, and smiled at the beautiful woman to express his gratitude.

Yang Yuhuan nodded slightly, without any fluctuation on her indifferent face, then lowered her head and concentrated on healing Di Renjie.

Li Yuanfang looked over with big eyes that were sobbing into blisters, but Jiang Ming blocked his mouth when he was about to speak.

Jiang Ming made a quiet gesture and pulled Li Yuanfang outside the Accord.

Marco Polo, whose eyes were obsessed, was taken away together.

"Brother Jiang Ming, I made you laugh again." Marco Polo said ashamedly.

Jiang understood. He didn't speak, but looked at Li Yuanfang: "How is Master Di's injury?"

Li Yuanfang choked with sobs and said, "Sister Yang said that luckily it was delivered early, if it was a few hours later it would really be hopeless."

That is to say, there is some help. . .Jiang Ming breathed a sigh of relief.

The stupid and cute little dwarf hugged Jiang Ming and began to cry: "Jiang Ming, you scared me to death. I thought Master Di would never wake up again."

Jiang Ming patted his big furry ears, and comforted him: "Don't cry, Miss Yang will definitely heal Master Di, she broke her eyes from crying, who will help Master Di solve the case?"

"Yeah." Li Yuanfang let go of his hand and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, "I am the assistant of Chang'an Shenzhang, I can't cry, hundreds of thousands of people need me."

Jiang Ming smiled.