"How is that possible? Weren't you fine just now? Hall Master, Hall Master? Don't scare Tianxiang! Hall Master?"

Panicking and patting Mo Yuzhuang's back, Tianxiang picked up the Huohuandan in the folded brocade box, opened Mo Yuzhuang's lips and teeth, and fed all the remaining four or five pills in.

"Tianxiang, the hall master has left, can't you let the hall master leave safely?"

Without enough time to stop Mu Tianxiang's over-the-top behavior, Mu Hongxue grabbed Mu Tianxiang's wrist and prevented Mu Tianxiang from touching Mo Yuzhuang again.

"Why are you walking? You idiot! Didn't you see that the hall master's body temperature is still warm? Let me go! Let me go! The chaos in the hall has just subsided, but there are still gangsters who are eyeing the position of the hall master.

The hall master made a mistake at this time. Can you and I be worthy of Youtang and the old hall master?"[

Struggling to break away from Mu Hongxue's hand, Mu Tianxiang stood behind Mo Yuzhuang and slapped the Qi on Mo Yuzhuang's back chest to give Mo Yuzhuang some Qi.

"Tianxiang, brother, help you protect the law!"

Mu Hongxue was about to exercise her martial arts, close her breath and adjust her breathing to protect Mu Tianxiang when she suddenly heard a loud noise coming from outside the window.

"Brother, tell them to be quiet. Don't disturb me!"

The most important thing to avoid is being distracted when you are in a state of overexertion. The noise outside the window is too loud, making Mu Tianxiang unable to calm down.

"Um!"

Mu Hongxue opened the window and looked down, confused.

Under the window sill, Leng Yuhan and twenty-five singing girls holding pipa were doing something unknown.

"Mu Hongxue, open the window wider, I will sing to Yuzhuang to apologize, and ask him not to be angry with me, and beg him to see me!"

The wooden platform was set up in the middle of the road. Leng Yuhan waved to Mu Hongxue and shouted loudly.

After hearing Leng Yuhan's words, Mu Hongxue turned around and looked at Mo Yuzhuang, who had kept her eyes on the soup surface. She raised the window and walked back to Mu Tianxiang.

"elder brother!"

If it weren't for the distraction, Mu Tianxiang would have really wanted to kick Mu Hongxue out of the window.

"Tianxiang, believe me, brother, if the hall master really has the possibility of survival, then the person who can call the hall master back is definitely not you and me, it will definitely be the woman who is standing under the window and is willing to beg the hall master Yuan Liang! Her body

, there is something that can attract the hall master to come back. I believe what I say. You and I can do our best to give the hall master good luck!"

After Mu Hongxue finished speaking, she immediately closed her eyes and placed her palm on another Qi channel on Mo Yuzhuang's back chest.

Under the window, Leng Yuhan, who was standing on the wooden platform, saw that Mu Hongxue had set up the window. Leng Yuhan bowed deeply to the twenty girls behind him and said, "I'm bothering you sisters to make money."

It’s your time, and I would like to sincerely thank you. Each person will receive a reward of five hundred silver tonight, and I’ll treat you to a supper.”

"Thank you Mr. Huang!"

Artists are poor people, and they do not sell their careers. The most they can get for singing a ditty all night is a hundred taels of silver. Today, they made four times more money, so the artists are very happy.

"Then I'll trouble you all, sisters!"[

After clearing his throat, Leng Yuhan sat firmly on the high chair, pressed the strings with his left hand, and made a "" hook with the four fingers of his right hand. The sound of the pipa cut through the noisy voices, suppressing the murmurs of the people watching on the street.

The twenty-five pipa tunes were played with the strings of Leng Yuhan, like a huge torrent that exploded the dam. The strings were sharp, the music was vibrating, the sound was heavy and suppressed, noisy, loud and long.

, with the momentum of swallowing up mountains and rivers, and riding on armored horses. The bass is ups and downs, like the solid condensation from a deep spring in a valley to the cement stream where it starts to sob, which makes people still taste it.

At this time, the sound of the pipa gradually stopped, Leng Yuhan plucked the strings, played lightly and sang: "

Whenever I hear melancholic music, it brings back the hurt of memories (Yuzhuang, where are you~)

Whenever I see the white moonlight, I think of your face (Yuzhuang, I miss you so much~)

I know I shouldn’t think about it, but I can’t think about it, but I still feel confused (Yuzhuang, don’t you want me anymore~)

Who makes me sad, who makes me care, it’s you (Yuzhuang, do you know~)

I know those things you shouldn’t say make you wander with anger (Yuzhuang, I was wrong~)

I want to know if you are also homesick after so many years of drifting away (Yuzhuang, come back soon~)

If I had kissed you and hugged you at that time, the outcome might have been difficult to tell (Yuzhuang, did you hear that~)

Do you know that I have so many regrets and so many expectations? (Yuzhuang, can you forgive me~)

I love how clear and strong your faith is

I love how warm and brave you are

I don’t care how sad I am, how scared I am, no matter what other people think.

Love is a kind of faith that brings me to your side (Yuzhuang, I will be with you forever~)

I love you because I am loyal to myself and my belief in love

I love you from the soul and the power of life

Do you hear my call in the distance?

Love is a kind of faith that brings you back to me, brings you back to me

(Mo Yuzhuang, Lord Huang really misses you so much, please forgive Lord Huang~~)"

A modern lyrical song, accompanied by Leng Yuhan's self-made commentary, and the last line of the artist's shocking shouts. All the people who stopped to watch were fascinated by Leng Yuhan's half-singing and half-speaking.

I was attracted by his singing style.

"It turns out that songs are not only sad and sentimental, but they can also be sung in such a gentle and touching way that one word is worth a thousand words?"[

"Wonderful, wonderful! Master Huang is indeed an extraordinary woman! She can even sing in such a heavenly and earthly style!"

"Let's also go to the Beauty Building to learn this piece!!"

There were noisy people, some were coming, some were leaving, some were watching, some were watching, and of course, some were idle and jealous.

Leng Yuhan felt anxious when he saw that Mo Yuzhuang still hadn't appeared at the window. He didn't care that there were many people watching around him. Leng Yuhan put his hands on his lips and shouted frantically: "Mo Yuzhuang, as long as you are willing

When you meet this king, I will marry you into the palace, accept you as my husband, and officially marry you! Get married to you! This king wants to get married to you! Get married! Get married!"

Under Leng Yuhan's crazy behavior, the other artists were unconsciously infected by Leng Yuhan's emotions and shouted together with the rhythm of Leng Yuhan's words: "Get married! Get married! Get married! Get married!"

Passion is like fire, burning every person who is accustomed to being oppressed by customs and rules. From the street to the end of the street, everyone who hears Leng Yuhan's shouts shouts with excitement and emotion: "Get married."

!Get married! Get married!”

The streets were empty, the streets were full of shouts, and the shocking words "get married" could be heard everywhere.

"Well~ it's,,, getting married~ it's,,, getting married~"
Chapter completed!