My Wife Is The Leader Of A Demonic Cult Chapter 21

Chunfeng Alley.

An Jing came to Zhou Xianming's door.

"Dong dong!"

"Who is it?"

"Mr. Zhou, it's me, An Jing."

An Jing shouted softly.

"Creak!"

As the door opened, Zhou Xianming, whose face was still slightly bruised, stuck his head out, then glanced around and urged, "Doctor Xiao An, come in quickly."

An Jing approached the house and couldn't help but ask, "This is you?"

Where does Zhou Xianming look like he has contracted the cold?

He was clearly beaten!

"Hey!"

Zhou Xianming sighed heavily and said, "Just find a place to sit."

"This...is there a place to sit?" An Jing looked around for a week.

Zhou Xianming's home is not very big. The house he lives in is rented from a dental dealer. It is only about 20 square meters. The facilities in the house are very simple. There is a table, a few chairs, and a big bed. There is a stove in the corner.

The house is very messy. There are brushes and inkstones scattered on the table, especially the stove in the corner. There are bowls and pots everywhere, and there seems to be some rice porridge in the pot.

The only thing that is very neatly arranged is a bookshelf on the west side, which is full of books.

"What happened?" An Jing asked curiously. Could it be that Zhou Xianming owed a debt before, and now someone else has come to collect it?

"I don't know, and I don't know what happened to me."

Zhou Xianming sat on the chair and sighed: "Doctor Xiao An, don't ask about some things."

The man in black who came that night was by no means ordinary, and it was simply not something that a doctor and a scholar could handle.

"You haven't eaten yet?" An Jing asked, looking at the messy kitchen.

"Forget it, I'm not hungry." Zhou Xianming waved his hand, and then thought of something, "Doctor Xiao An, I know that your doctor is benevolent, can you help me heal?"

An Jing smiled and said, "You have some skin trauma. You can go to my house with me and give you some medicine for trauma."

"No no no."

Zhou Xianming waved his hand quickly, "Doctor Xiao An, I'm not talking about this skin injury."

"Isn't it a skin injury?" An Jing frowned. Could it be that Zhou Xianming has an internal injury? I didn't even see it myself.

"I have lovesickness."

Zhou Xianming lowered his head and coughed dryly.

"Lovesickness?"

"Yeah, since I saw Miss Liyue in the painting boat last time, I can't help myself, I can't sleep at night, can't eat, can't sleep, and my mind is full of her shadow."

"Then how can I heal you?"

"Doctor Xiao An, I want to listen to the music in Goulan."

An Jing was stunned. He didn't expect Zhou Xianming to be so thick-skinned that he would directly let him take him to have a romantic relationship.

In his impression, Zhou Xianming was a very timid scholar, but when he mentioned Goulan and listened to the music, he immediately seemed to be a different person, and his eyes were still full of light.

"You are a reader."

"What happened to the reader?"

Zhou Xianming stood up and said righteously: "Isn't it right and proper for my generation of scholars to listen to music in Goulan? It is because of studying that I go to listen to music in Goulan. If we don't save these stray girls, how will we save my family and country in the future?"

It is because of the reader that I go to Goulan to listen to music.

Seeing what Zhou Xianming said so impassively, An Jing was shocked. Is there such a thing?

"Doctor Xiao An, are you going?"

"go!"

On the Yuzhou River.

At the beginning of the lanterns, the lights on both sides of the strait glowed, and countless painting boats drifted along the Yuzhou River. Among the painting boats, the beautiful singers and prostitutes were holding their wines, and the silk and bamboo played and sang incessantly.

"Doctor Xiao An, have you been to the painting boat in the Red Pavilion before?" Zhou Xianming stood on the bow of the boat, wearing a white shirt and holding a folding fan in his hand, looking like a dog.

Beside him, the boatman swayed and rowed towards the painting boat in the middle of the river.

"No, I've never come to such a place." An Jing shook his head and said, "This is the first time I've come to this place of feasting."

"Dr. An's wife is as beautiful as a goddess, and it's normal to not like the vulgar fans here."

Zhou Xianming nodded to show his understanding, and then said with a longing look: "But Miss Liyue is different. She is a lotus flower that emerges from the mud and is not stained."

What's the difference? It's just the level of price chips.

An Jing rolled his eyes.

Not long after, the bow of the boat had already arrived in front of the painting boat of the Red Pavilion.

I saw that the painting boat was decorated gorgeously and exquisitely. Above the rippling water waves, the sound of Yingying and Yanyan could be heard from time to time in the painting boat.

"Yo, isn't this Doctor Xiao An?"

The old man's eyes lit up when he saw An Jing, "You haven't been here for a long time, the girls miss you."

Zhou Xianming: "......??"

Haven't you been here?

Isn't it your first time here?

An Jing said righteously: "Mother Zhao, you can't talk nonsense, I've never been to such a place."

"Yes, yes, Dr. An has never been here."

The old bustard greeted An Jing and Zhou Xianming with a smile and walked into the painting boat.

An Jing took out a tael of silver from his bosom, and when he entered the painting boat, he had to pay a seat fee. One person asked for 500 coins, and the two were exactly one tael of silver.

This is all his hard-earned money.

In the past, when he was short of money, he would borrow some from a wealthy businessman in Yuzhou, but recently he has rarely taken any shots, so these two silvers are the medical fees that he Han Wenxin gave him a few days ago~www.mtlnovel.com~Huafang There is a woman in the center who is playing the guqin. The woman is beautiful, wearing a veil with a graceful end. The shadows are even more exciting. Below are dozens of seats. It was full of people.

Most of the boats in this boat are clean shepherds, who only play and sing, and are not responsible for picking up customers. However, if customers are willing to pay a lot of money to win the favor of these women, they will naturally pick up customers. It all depends on people's ability.

An Jing and Zhou Xianming found a seat and sat down.

"That's Miss Liyue."

Looking at the woman on stage, Zhou Xianming's eyes were filled with intoxication.

The sound of the violin is melodious and crisp.

"The sound of the piano is really good." An Jing nodded.

At this moment, a beautiful maid came up with two jugs of wine, "You two young masters, please take your time."

"Thank you."

An Jing took out a tael of silver from his arms again.

In this painting boat, women have to pay for drinks and drinks, and they are very expensive.

One tael of silver is equivalent to one thousand pennies, and three pennies are worth a string of candied haws, and this thousand pennies can buy three hundred clusters of candied haws......

When the maid took An Jing's silver, she gently stroked An Jing's palm with her finger, "Little girl Manyue, Master, remember it."

Saying that, a pair of winking eyes glowed with spring, and there are not many customers who are so good-looking and spend a lot of money.

"Okay."

An Jing nodded slightly, the wind was light and cloudless, and the waves were calm.

Seeing that An Jing didn't say anything, Manyue felt a little disappointed in her heart, but she left obediently.

On the other hand, Zhou Xianming stared at Liyue above him, his face flushed, as if he was fascinated.

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