The Story of a Crazy Miracle Doctor

Xianze Lake.

Located beside a large piece of peach forest outside the capital, many young men and women come here to enjoy the scenic lake tour.

The lake water, which is green like silk, is crystal clear, sparkling under the sun, like the starlight shining in the blue sky, and as bright as jewelry, it is really charming.

What is even more rare is that there are a lot of snow-petaled water lilies naturally growing on the lake, which is pleasing to the eye.

Especially at night, the paintings of the pedestal shuttle through it, and the mist is like a fairyland, so it has the name "Xianze Lake".

As a result, this place, blessed by the immortal Fuze, has created countless talents and beautiful women, and has also produced many good poems and good sentences.

Later, gradually, many talents and talents came here to find inspiration.

Have held many poetry meetings that I don't know how many.

I heard that the "Panhua Poetry Fair" tonight was held by a mysterious businessman, and many people came here to admire it.

It is rumored that the businessman not only prepared a whole boat of blooms, but also set off fireworks over Xianze Lake at night.

Not only was he curious about his true identity, but also the purpose of his poetry.

When Mu Jingli and others rushed to Xianze Lake, many people had gathered here.

If you listen to it, you can hear many people talking about the mysterious businessman who organized the "Panhua Poetry Society", and many of them are trying to guess the purpose of his poetry society.

Some people suspect that the person who held the poetry meeting is not a businessman at all, and think that such a handwriting cannot be facilitated by money alone. No matter what, it should be a rich and idle relative of the royal family. There is a kind of imagination that is rich, and it is even speculated that the princes of the other three kingdoms came to play. Seeing that the place of Xianze Lake has aura, I want to use the poetry society to select the empress.

In short, only you can't think of it, without what they can't say.

Mu Jingli laughed at those exaggerated remarks and could understand some of their psychology of curiosity and gossip.

After all, there was not much recreational activity in this ancient time, and there was no TV or Internet. Finally, it is easy to find a chat, but is it necessary to gossip?

But speaking of it, she was also curious about the person who held the poetry.

After all, before the prince mentioned the poetry meeting, she had never heard of any "epidermy poetry meeting" to be held today. It is also unclear where these people heard the news from, but it was better than her news.

I don’t know if Qingdai and Bailing have heard the news. It seems that in addition to the Lingyu Pavilion, she also has to train a group of people to collect information.

Thinking of this, Yunye came to her and said, "Xiao Li, what do you think? We should get on the boat."

"Huh? Oh."

Mu Jingli smiled and followed a few people behind to paint.

Looking at the uniform painting in front of me, I somehow thought of the colorful boat that Ling Yuan showed her before in the underground world.

If it can be displayed in front of everyone, it will definitely cause a lot of sensation?

"Little sister, you suddenly smiled so sweetly. What the **** did you think? Tell it to your brothers." Qi Yangxuan looked at the sun going downhill and saw Mu Jingli's smile inadvertently. Almost blinded by blindness, I can't help but spurn myself secretly.

Hey, it must have been vegetarian for too long recently, and my mind is not simple.

It seems that later I will find a beautiful company to keep my eyes on.

Mu Jingli turned his head when he heard the sound, and turned to look at Bai Liqing Ran and Qi Yangxu and others. Seeing them all looking at themselves, they smiled awkwardly, "There is nothing good, but I feel that I come out occasionally to relax, look at the beauty, and my mood has changed."

"This is true."

Qi Yangxu did not continue to inquire, nodded and went for fun.

At this time, Chu Jinghong came to Mu Jingli and pointed to the location of the center of the lake: "Did you see the biggest painting over there? The poem meeting at night was held there."

"Brother Jinghong, do you even know this?"

Mu Jingli opened his eyes in surprise, examining the gentle man standing in front of him. Seeing him wearing a moon-white silk shirt, jade hairpins and jade belts today, as if dressed like a rich boy, means to smile unclearly: "I heard that no one knows who the identity of the person holding the poetry is, it will not be your handwriting. Right?"

"How come?" Chu Jinghong's eyes flashed slightly, and his eyes dropped slightly.

When I looked up again, I explained slightly anxiously: "I also listen to others. After all, this poem will be proposed by me. If you can't see anything later, wouldn't it sweep everyone's interest?"

"Brother Jinghong, I just casually said, what are you nervous about? Ha ha, you are such a serious person, no wonder you will become friends with your brother."

Mu Jingli made a face at him, and Chu Jinghong was obviously relieved.

She turned her head unconsciously, looking for Mu Xiuyao's figure. Seeing him standing alone at the stern, he pointed to the other side and said, "Brother is at the stern, and I will call him over." After that, he left in a hurry.

What she did not expect was that before she walked to her brother, she saw two familiar figures on a painting not far from them.

Although it was two backs, and she entered the cabin in a blink of an eye, she knew she was right.

With a step, she stared in that direction and twisted her eyebrows.

"Li'er, why are you here? What's wrong? What are you looking at?" Mu Xiuyao turned to see her sister staring in one direction, and she didn't even find him walking. She looked at it curiously.

But after seeing nothing for a long time, he asked aloud.

Mu Jingli warmly retracted his gaze, shook his head seriously, then raised his lips and smiled, "It's nothing. Brother, I heard that the poem will be held in the largest painting in the middle, shall we go now?"

"Ok."

Mu Xiuyao knew that his sister was busy recently, and exhorted: "Since you are out to relax, don't think about things that need to be bothered."

"By the way, it will be your fifteen-year-old birthday in a few moments, and it will soon be soon. Are there any gifts you want? You will be a big girl in the future, and your brother will not spend much time with you." When he thought that his sister would marry another woman in the future, he had ten thousand reluctance in his heart. If he were to know who would marry his sister in the future, he must teach the stink boy a good lesson.

Thinking about this, his face was suddenly not good, and it was not an exaggeration to say that his face was like water.

Of course Mu Jingli didn't know why his brother had such a big emotional change, and looked at him strangely, "Brother, what's wrong with you? Did you forget that my birthday is your birthday, always telling myself It looks like an old man. He also said that there is not much time to accompany me. Do you want to leave me alone and leave?"

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