Ancient Evil Jiao

Chen Shang is not a quack doctor, the medicine prepared for Zhuo Zimo is really effective for Zhuo Zimo.

After taking it, although the lump on the head did not disappear, the pain disappeared, and the pictures that popped up from time to time also disappeared without a trace, Zhuo Zimo heaved a sigh of relief.

Those inexplicable pictures always disturb him, making him feel that he is not like himself anymore.

After feeling comfortable, Zhuo Zimo began to look at Bai Lianhua seriously.

I have to say that Bai Lianhua is a gentle and good man, with a gentle temperament, handsome facial features, and always smiling eyes. The first time he sees this man, he feels that he is very kind, and people can't help but want to get close to him.

But now Zhuo Zimo and Bai Lianhua are really close, they eat and live together, and they still sleep in the same bed.

Logically speaking, the Bai Mansion is so big, it doesn't make sense for him to be squeezed together with the host as a guest, but Bai Lianhua used the reason to take care of him in the middle of the night to sleep with him in his arms for several days.

There was a man who exuded a faint lotus fragrance sleeping next to him, and Zhuo Zimo was also happy to have several mobile sachets on the bed.

"Let me tell you, can't I go out today?" When he felt comfortable, Zhuo Zimo put aside the matter of pursuing the truth, and after putting it aside, he became very depressed after staying in the room all day long. He missed the outside very much. scenery.

Bai Lianhua chuckled lightly when he heard this: "You're not in good health, so naturally you can't run around."

Zhuo Zimo rolled his eyes, leaned on Bai Lianhua's thigh lazily and said, "I didn't run, I didn't even walk!"

Bai Lianhua smiled: "Aren't I accompanying you?"

Zhuo Zimo was speechless: "Are you going to cripple these legs with me?"

Bai Lianhua smiled lightly and shook his head: "You, when you feel comfortable, you start to feel restless."

Zhuo Zimo pursed his lips and said nothing, Bai Lianhua said, "Let me play the music for you."

Zhuo Zimo shook his head: "You have been playing ditties for a few days."

Bai Lianhua let go of the hand that was touching the strings, looked down at Zhuo Zimo's forehead, sighed and said, "Forget it, I'll take you out for a stroll."

Zhuo Zimo sat up in surprise when he heard the words: "Really?"

Bai Lianhua nodded with a smile.

"But, I need to dress up when I go out." He said, he stood up, and went out to say something to the servant girl outside the door. Soon the servant girl brought a bamboo hat with a scarf.

Bai Lianhua put the bamboo hat on Zhuo Zimo's head, just covering the bump on Zhuo Zimo's forehead, he smiled and said, "Okay, that's all."

Zhuo Zimo pulled his hat unhappily and said, "Because of these two things, do I even have to cover up when I go out?"

Bai Lianhua quickly explained: "Of course not. It's to avoid trouble. You don't and you don't like others looking at you. This is just right."

Zhuo Zimo thought about it, so he curled his lips and accepted.

However, just as the two were about to go out, a middle-aged man with a majestic posture approached, looked at Bai Lianhua and frowned and asked, "Going out?"

Bai Lianhua lowered his head, suppressed his smile and said, "Yes, father."

The middle-aged man sneered when he heard the words: "I still remember calling my father. I haven't seen you looking for me for a few days after I came back. Why? You don't want to see me?"

Bai Lianhua frowned, and said lightly, "You think too much, father."

Zhuo Zimo was curious, this was the first time Bai Lianhua showed such a distant expression, and the object was still his father.

He stared at the two of them with wide eyes, and finally the middle-aged man noticed him. The middle-aged man frowned: "Bring someone back, why don't you introduce him to your father?"

Hearing this, Bai Lianhua pulled Zhuo Zimo behind him, and said something strange, "He is a good man, father."

Father Bai raised his eyebrows, and said disdainfully: "Only you, is there anyone willing to be your friend?"

These words not only made Bai Lianhua frown, but Zhuo Zimo also frowned. He stood up and tried to stand in front of Bai Lianhua, but Bai Lianhua firmly grabbed his hand.

Zhuo Zimo looked over suspiciously, Bai Lianhua looked at him and shook his head lightly, then turned back to Father Bai and said, "My son has gone out."

After finishing speaking, he ignored Father Bai's anger and took Zhuo Zimo out of the gate.

Zhuo Zimo asked, "What's the matter with you and your father?"

Bai Lianhua was taken aback when he heard the words, his expressionless face returned to a smile and said: "It's nothing, he doesn't like me very much, so I don't bother him very much, this time, my mother said that father and son are going to meet or something, so I came here Find me."

Zhuo Zimo remembered the last time that gentle middle-aged woman turned around and told Bai Lianhua to let him see his father. However, this person has been with him for the past few days. He narrowed his eyes and said, "Your mother seems to really want you reconcile."

Bai Lianhua replied: "Mother just hopes that the family will be harmonious and beautiful, but there are so many perfections in the world, the best relationship between me and my father is that we don't interfere with each other like now."

Zhuo Zimo frowned, and opened his mouth to ask why, but Bai Lianhua dragged him into a singing and dancing studio.

Without giving him a chance to speak, he said, "Xiaomo, look, this is the largest song and dance hall in this city, and the girls here are beautiful and talented..."

As he said, he pointed to a ring-like place in the building, Zhuo Zimo's attention was successfully attracted, there were many women on the ring, dancing lightly, Zhuo Zimo watched with relish: "These women are so beautiful. "

Bai Lianhua was taken aback when he heard the words, pulled Zhuo Zimo over and said: "Although she is beautiful, she is also very frivolous. Okay, Xiao Mo, there is nothing to see here. I will take you to Wenyaju. The refreshments there are good."

Saying that, regardless of Zhuo Zimo's nostalgic eyes on the stage, he pulled him out the door, Zhuo Zimo curled his lips: "I haven't seen enough beauties."

Bai Lianhua closed her eyes slightly, but did not answer, but squeezed Zhuo Zimo's hand a little bit.

Wen Yaju is located in the north of the market, the streets here are not as lively as the center, and seem quieter.

As soon as you enter Wenyaju, there is a large hall. The hall is divided into two sides, and the middle is separated by a screen. One side is full of tables and chairs. It was filled with pens, ink, paper, inkstones and desks, and some scribes were writing something with their heads down.

Zhuo Zimo looked at Bai Lianhua suspiciously, what is this place?anything fun?

Bai Lianhua smiled and said: "This is a paradise for literati. It was built by the second young master of the Gu family who loves talents. It provides free tea, pens, inks, papers and inkstones. Anyone who wants to come in can come in. It is a very unique place."

After speaking, Bai Lianhua took Zhuo Zimo to the desk, picked up a brush and said, "Come on, Xiaomo, try to write something."

Zhuo Zimo pursed his lips and drew the pen, but the ink-stained pen paused hesitantly on the white paper. He looked back at Bai Lianhua in a daze and asked, "What is a word?"

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