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Three days passed, and Su Wuqi didn't move at all.

Lin Qingchen died of anxiety.

Sa is more anxious than he is.

Sabi scolded him secretly.

"Ah chirp!"

Lin Qingchen sneezed foamingly, he sniffed his nose with a fierce expression: "Fool, did you scold me?"

While applying the mask, Sabi said, "I don't have one. I'm too lazy to scold you. It's a waste of effort."

"Is it because I, the most beautiful man in Luoyang City, have too little charm?" Lin Qingchen had self-doubt, he had never doubted himself in this regard, "But did he kiss me hard that day? My mouth is swollen like a sausage."

Sabi said coolly, "Maybe you two collided?"

Lin Qingchen: "..."

"No, I can't just sit and wait like this. I want to take the initiative to attack. If he doesn't come to me, I will go to him." Lin Qingchen made up his mind secretly.

"That's what you're supposed to do." Sabi smiled with satisfaction, feeling like she had succeeded in a trick, "Then what do you want to do?"

"Ah chirp~" The ending trembled dozens of times.

Sabi hurriedly tore off the flowered silk scarf to cover her nose, for fear of contracting the virus.

After Lin Qingchen wiped her nose, a flash of inspiration came to her head, her eyes sparkled, and she said, "Yes! I know how to do it."

Saby was about to ask him when there was a knock on the door.

It's the maid, Arjuna.

"Mr. Wang, Wang Dahammer and Wang Yuanwai from the west of the city spent a lot of money to see you. Mother Banruo asked me to come and tell you to go down to meet the distinguished guests."

The right time, place and people are available, and the time has come.

Lin Qingchen suppressed his voice, pretending to be weak: "Ah Zhu, I can't do it anymore, you go and tell Aunt Ruo that I occasionally catch a cold, coupled with lovesickness illness, exhausted body, poor appearance and mental state, so I won't wait for you in the near future guest."

"Yes." A'Zhu stepped back.

Lin Qingchen secretly chuckled, feeling that he was a little tired, so he lay down on the couch, and immediately fell asleep.

Lin Qingchen did not expect that his words would cause a wave of heated discussions in Luoyang City.

I didn't expect that the rumors would get more and more outrageous.

When Lin Qingchen woke up, the rumors in Luoyang City at this time looked like this: Mr. Qingyue became sick from lovesickness, entangled in his heart, showing a dying state.

All the people in the city who are happy with Mr. Qingyue are all heartbroken.

Talented scholars and beauties gathered in the literary hall overnight to write many excellent bitter poems, expressing their inner feelings with the help of poems, which led to the disappearance of the scholarly atmosphere in the literary hall and a sour smell everywhere.

What's more, the restaurant business is booming, and the restaurant owners will wake up laughing in the middle of the night.

The storyteller turned on the lamp all night until dawn to publish the storybook, and the restaurant opened as soon as it opened, and quickly devoted itself to storytelling.The storyteller is very eloquent, and the book "Who is Xu Dalang with a Secret Heart" is very wonderful, and the poignant and sad love makes the listeners sad and tears.

During the period, many people went berserk and shouted heartbreakingly: "Mr. Qingyue likes me! It's me!"

Mr. Storyteller: "The lord, who is already dying, is on the couch, murmuring two words from time to time. The maid listened closely, and it turned out to be the word 'Da Lang'."

Everyone guessed who this Dalang was.

Where do you live?

How old is it?

How tall are you?

What business do you do?

No one can guess.

"It's me! It's me! I'm Da Lang, I'm the first in the family, and Lord Qingyue likes me!" Someone in the hall went drunk again.

The storyteller clapped the case and sighed softly:

"Hey, this man has three thousand diseases in birth and old age, only lovesickness is incurable."

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The weather is fine today, Zhang San, Li Si, Wang Wu and Su Wuqi come out to have fun together.

However, today's atmosphere is very strange, a little depressed, a little sad.On weekdays when a few of them went out on the street, they would make people on the street run away, but today they were very ordinary, and they were a little indifferent.

Zhang San felt weird, so he grabbed a man on the street and asked, "What happened? Why do people on the street look like dead wives?"

The brawny snorted lightly, with a sarcasm on his face, and said in a sour tone: "It's not because of that bitch Qingyue Langjun. I heard that he has a secret love recently, and now he is suffering from lovesickness, and he is about to die. Go down! Isn't it just a lowly young man, a little mess makes a sensation in the city." After the man finished speaking, he shook his sleeves and left.

Li Cheng: "Wow, this is really interesting! Isn't Mr. Qingyue at the peak of his uprightness? At this time, it is rumored that he has a sweetheart, so he is not afraid of affecting his livelihood?"

"I think he is not afraid." Su Wuqi raised a shallow smile.

Zhang San asked: "How do you know?"

Su Wuqi turned to look at Zhang San, and said slowly: "Because I am his sweetheart, and his illness."

As soon as the words came out, Zhang San Li Si Wang Wu San had a tacit understanding and showed the same expression at the same time: "Huh?"

The smile on the corner of Su Wuqi's mouth deepened, and he left melodiously with his hands behind his back.