rebirth son of bad

The street outside Cuiyue Xuan became more and more noisy as the night progressed. The rainbow lights were like dragons, and warblers were singing and laughing everywhere. The nobles came out to hunt at night one after another. Especially inside Cui Yue Xuan, there were clouds of beauties and gorgeous dancers, which really dazzled people.

Just as Ouyang Xia got out of the carriage, she was a little dumbfounded when she saw Ling Shan approaching: "Si Yelin is here?"

impossible!He is a prince, it is impossible to come to this kind of place.

Looking around, I didn't see anyone, which means that Ling Shan came alone.

Ling Shan made a bow and said with a smile: "The boss of Cuiyuexuan has some background, the prince asked his subordinates to come and follow the son so that he can handle things."

Everyone in the capital knows that he and Ling Shui represent the prince's face outside, and whoever dares not to give him face will not give the prince's face.

Ouyang Xia raised her eyebrows and gave him a thumbs up: "I just like children who go through the back door."

A high-ranking and powerful master doesn't need to be in vain. Cuiyuexuan can definitely shake out some important things.

The moment Ouyang Xia stepped into Cuiyue Pavilion, she became the focus of everyone, especially her delicate and elegant face, her long and narrow eyes were fading away from immaturity, her brow tails were slightly raised, but they were full of fierceness, like a scorching sun in the sky. The sun is so dazzling that it makes all the women dim.

Someone had recognized him long ago, and the people around him all sighed that he deserved to be the most beautiful man in the capital, and his stunning beauty was used so properly on him.

In a few more years, the women in the capital would still be madly obsessed with him.

Ling Shan met the boss of Cuiyuexuan and took him directly to the top floor. Someone had already informed him.

Ouyang Xia was sitting in the private room drinking tea, the door was pushed open quickly, a tall and thin middle-aged man with resolute features walked in, like a sword hiding a snow peak, restrained and composed, his eyes were very sharp.

The man is the boss of Cuiyuexuan, he knows Ling Shan, so he is very polite to Ouyang Xia: "My son, Mi Qian is polite."

"En." Ouyang Xia smiled and nodded, motioning for him to sit down and talk.

Mi Qian sat down and looked at the prince with a smile on his face: "I don't know if the prince is here, what is your order?"

Is that right, command?How can talk, really is a smooth.

Ouyang Xia took out a lens from his sleeve, and said with a smile, "Do you have other Western gadgets like this? I mean not this kind, but other kinds."

Mi Qian nodded, and said: "Of course there are. I have a fleet of my own to bring things back from overseas, and they are in a private warehouse. If the prince wants to see it, it is also possible, but, we have what we can do." According to the rules here, I just hope that the son will keep quiet."

If it is made public, his auction may suffer losses.

Ouyang Xia understood, and said, "Don't worry, I also have my bottom line."

"Thank you, then please come with me, my son."

Mi Qian stood up and asked him to go ahead.

They then went out of the building, got into the carriage, and left Cuiyuexuan.

The night was cold and cold, about half an hour later, they stopped at a big house, Ouyang Xia got out of the car and looked up at the private house hidden in the dark: Treading the snow to find a trace.

The name is also elegant, which shows that he is not a layman.

But yes, how could he be vulgar to open a place like Cuiyuexuan.

Mi Qian turned sideways respectfully, and said with a smile, "Please come inside."

"Ah."

A group of them walked into the house, Mi Qian led the way, and Ouyang Xia walked behind. He found that there were many decorations from the Western Regions in this house. It seemed that he had stayed in the Western Regions for many years.

Mi Qian took him directly to his warehouse, a huge underground private warehouse. There were many beautiful decorations on both sides of the brightly lit corridor, several rooms, including weapons, jewelry, books, and some that he hadn’t seen before. Ever the quirky stuff.

Mi Qian was very generous and let him look at the exhibits one by one. Ouyang Xia did see a lot of weird and new things, but none of them were what he wanted.

In the last room, he finally saw a harp engraved with gemstones and engraved with familiar traditional characters.

Involuntarily approaching, Ouyang Xia caressed the European pattern on it, with a faint smile on his lips.

Looking sideways at Mi Qian, he smiled and said, "How much is this?"

Mi Qian hurriedly said: "This is done by a young man abroad, and there is a story about it. Six years ago, there was a country called Beilai abroad. There was a very rich duke in their country, and his son was only ten years old. He was very good at making musical instruments since he was a child, so he made this musical instrument on his birth mother's birthday side. Later, when his uncle saw the rebellion, he stole it and sold it, and I bought it with money when I saw it was good."

Ouyang Xia chuckled, and said: "You never thought of giving it back to others, it's a great favor."

The people of Michen are very shrewd. If you return such an important thing to the owner, you will definitely get a considerable reward.

"Why should I pay it back?" Mi Qian said with a smile on his face: "The host of that house is very stingy, I might as well take it back and buy it. If the prince wants it, I can sell it for my own money, just as a favor."

Ouyang Xia chuckled, looking at him with cold eyes: "Boss Mi, it doesn't seem like that's the way to ask for help from others, does it?"

"What do you mean, son?" Mi Qian suppressed the smile on his face, full of doubts.

Ouyang Xia Wen caressed the harp on the wall: "Cuiyuexuan has been here for less than a year and you will be able to gain a firm foothold. It can be seen that you have a wide network of people and are smooth in life. You must be firm and shrewd after traveling all over the world for many years. But your first The first time you see me, let me visit your private treasury, even if you know that there is a prince behind me, you will not be so generous. The only possibility is that you have something to ask for from me. "

Arms crossed her chest, Ouyang Xia sneered with three corners of her mouth raised: "Boss Mi, I don't like to beat around the bush, it's because you saw me young and wanted to bully me."

Mi Qian suppressed the smile on his face, took a few steps back, and made a big salute: "The little ones don't dare."

Looking up, Mi Qian saw admiration in his eyes: "I've heard that Shi Duo has excellent medical skills, but I just want to ask my son to save my younger brother."

After speaking, he knelt on the ground and kowtowed deeply.

Ouyang Xia raised her eyebrows in surprise: "Tell me, who made this piano?"

He doesn't believe that it was made by Beiyang ghosts. The traditional characters on it are Chinese characters, and foreigners can't use Chinese characters.

Straightening up, Mi Qian bowed and said: "To tell you the truth, he is my younger brother. He...was brain burnt when he was young, and sometimes he was not clever. Later, he contracted a serious disease, and recently his condition worsened and he fell into a coma. I heard that the son has excellent medical skills. , Originally, the villain wanted to go to the mansion to invite him, but the prince was busy, so he didn't have the chance to meet him."

Ouyang Xia chuckled, and said: "That's why you are so generous, you want to win my favor, and then ask me to save someone."

"Exactly." Mi Qian didn't hide anything, and looked at him with pleading eyes: "I hope that my son will be kind and benevolent, and save his life."

"How old is he this year?" He caressed the harp with his hand. It can be said that Ouyang Xia likes this instrument very much.

Mi Qian hurriedly said: "He is three years older than Shizi, and he is eighteen today. This is what he made last year. He has strange ideas since he was a child. He is very cute and likes to do handicrafts. I got it in Beiyang before. He just copied a blueprint of a harp, but the characters and patterns were thought up by himself, which is very unique. I was reluctant to put it in the house, so I kept it in the storage room."

"Take me to see your younger brother." He still wants this person to bring things back from foreign countries in the future, but he doesn't care about this kind of favor.

Mi Qian was ecstatic, bowed and said, "He's at home, please come with me."

Ouyang Xia followed him out of the storage room, the bright lights spread forward, and the occasional sound of birds interspersed, the night was as cool as the moon.

In a wing room in the backyard, the lights were bright. As soon as Ouyang Xia stepped into it, he was so shocked by the handmade toys on the bookshelf and beside the table that his jaw almost dropped.

There are many small handmade toys on the bookshelf, including motorcycles, toy cars, small dinosaurs, sprinklers, everything that one expects to find. He thought he had returned to the modern society.

Suppressing the shock in his heart, Ouyang Xia looked at the unconscious man on the bed, if these were made by him, then he definitely came from the same place as him.

At this moment, his heart was beating like thunder, and his blood boiled with excitement.

What Lao Fei wrote before made him feel happy for a long time, but this is a real time traveler, and a sense of intimacy emerges spontaneously.

Mi Qian saw his eyes on those toys, and hurriedly said: "My brother made this by himself. He has been a little out of his mind since he was a child, and he always loves to dream, saying that there are everything in his dreams."

"Normal people love to dream, let alone those with mental disabilities."

According to what Mi Qian said, this man has been mentally retarded since he was a child, and he must have five souls and one soul missing.

A fool reminds him of a person, an innocent boy in his memory, who unfortunately died at the age of 15 and was abandoned by his family until his death.

Taking a deep breath, Ouyang Xia came to the bed and sat down, looking at the boy on the bed.

Round face, delicate features, good skin, about 1.7 meters tall, tall and thin, extremely pale, weak breathing.

"What's wrong with him?"

Mi Qian sighed softly, and said: "He has had mild narcolepsy since he was a child, and it is most severe in the late winter and early spring, but for some reason this time he slept for a long time, and has been groggy for several days."

Sleepiness?Ouyang Xia felt his pulse, her eyes drooping in thought.

Mi Qian sat on the chair next to him, didn't disturb him, just quietly looked at the man on the bed.

Ouyang Xia put down his hand and said with a smile, "Did he take other medicines recently?"

He suffered from mild drowsiness, which was not serious, and his pulse showed that it was a complex reaction caused by taking other medicines.

Mi Qian nodded and said: "Indeed, he had a cold a few days ago, and the doctor prescribed some medicine for him."

"It's his allergy to those medicines that caused a transitional reaction that caused him to fall asleep so badly. You should be lucky to find me soon, otherwise he may become weak."

Sleepiness is also a disease, and if it is not handled well, it will be troublesome.

Mi Qian hurriedly bowed, and said: "I also ask the son to save my brother, Mi Qian will be grateful, and I will never forget it."

He had consulted several doctors before, but they were at a loss as to what to do. As time went by, his body became weaker, so how could he not be afraid.

Ouyang Xia asked someone to come over with a pen and paper, wrote him a prescription, and then helped the patient administer the needle.

Mi Qian looked at his younger brother who was covered in needles all over his head, his eyes were moist, and his heart was full of distress.

After Ouyang Xia received the injections, he asked him to take him to Qingji Academy to give him injections three times a month, and then told him some precautions for his usual diet.

"In terms of medicine, you must not use it casually. If he has a cold, bring him to the medical department and I will show him. Especially this year, you must not take medicine casually."

"Thank you, son."

Mi Qian wrote it down in his heart, his face was full of emotion.

Ouyang Xia smiled and said: "Don't worry, doctors generally don't see this kind of disease well, but I am confident that I can cure it, but usually eat and eat according to what I wrote."

Mi Qian was very moved when he heard this, and gave him a big gift: "The kindness of the son, Mi Qian will never forget it."

Ouyang Xia took the harp and left with Ling Shan and Jiang Xiao, but also declined his gift.

Mi Qian watched his leaving figure, and ordered the housekeeper to prepare a big gift and go to Tang Guogong's mansion.

This son is kind, he can't be rude, he helped himself, and he will remember this kindness for the rest of his life.