Hearing that Flying Opera Group was composed of such people, Yue Mingxuan could not help but be shocked.
He then felt relieved, no wonder he had been captured at the theater and sent to a brothel. "Sister, don’t belittle yourself. I think Sister is far better than those so-called nobles in the palace."
Although Bai Huayue knew Yue Mingxuan was comforting her, the protective intent in his words still ward her heart. She smiled and said, "I’ve never troubled myself over such empty titles. I just don’t want these labels to implicate the people around . Xuaoxuan, you were originally of princely status; by rights, I shouldn’t even open my mouth to you about this. But speaking from the heart, although I haven’t known you long, in my heart I regard you the sa way I regard Miaojue..." At this point, a hint of difficulty appeared on her face. "There are many among the lower nine professions under my command, but none who understand dicine. If you doesn’t mind, could you co to Flying Opera Group and serve as a doctor? From then on, within Flying Opera Group, your words would carry the sa weight as mine."
Yue Mingxuan looked at her and asked with so doubt, "Sister, forgive my bluntness, but within Beirong there are as many dical halls as stars in the sky, and skilled doctor abound. Why would Sister choose ?"
Bai Huayue spoke earnestly, "Xiaoxuan, the martial world is treacherous. You often leave the palace, and it’s inevitable you’ll draw the attention of such people. Flying Opera Group may be small, but protecting you to so extent in the jianghu is still sothing we can do. However, to enter Flying Opera Group, one must have a particular skill. Xiaoxuan, your dical skills are superb, serving as our organization’s doctor would be most fitting."
Seeing Bai Huayue’s sincere attitude, Yue Mingxuan nodded imdiately. "I understand Sister’s good intentions. As long as Sister doesn’t despise , I am willing to join Flying Opera Group."
Overjoyed, Bai Huayue grasped Yue Mingxuan’s hand. "Good brother, I knew I hadn’t misjudged you. Your straightforward temperant is exactly like mine."
Seeing the two grow even closer, Tang Lubao said, "I’m a rough sort of man. Whenever sothing good happens, my first thought is always to have a big feast. Xiaoxuan, shall we set a table at the Longjing Manor for lunch today?"
At the ntion of food, Yue Mingxuan’s eyes seed to light up. "Excellent, excellent. From the mont I t Brother Lu until now, this is the one sentence that’s sounded the most pleasing to my ears."
Yue Mingxuan’s playful tone made Bai Huayue laugh aloud. "Such a clever tongue... If you love eating that much, co often in the future. I’ll have Brother Lu invite that chef over to cook for you at ho."
"Then I won’t go back to the palace to live anymore," Yue Mingxuan said with a grin as he linked arms with Bai Huayue. "Good food, beautiful people... even immortals wouldn’t trade places with this kind of life."
Here, Yue Mingxuan was in high spirits, but over there, Shang Qinghua and Rong Qinglei were anything but pleased.
Early that morning, Gongsun Xing had arrived at Rong Qinglei’s sleeping quarters.
After dragging Shang Qinghua out of bed, he stuck more than a hundred silver needles of various sizes into him.
Shang Qinghua who had originally thought this was treatnt and was carrying so morning irritation, forcibly endured it, only to be nearly enraged to death by a single sentence from Gongsun Xing.
"Ah, Prince Shang, these needles were originally ant for Prince Qing. My mistake, I ended up sticking them into you... However, don’t worry it’s nothing serious, just smoothing out your internal energy and blood."
Shang Qinghua shot him a glare but said nothing.
He simply treated it as curing an illness if there was one, or exercising if there wasn’t.
But over the next two hours, he nearly developed the urge to kill Gongsun Xing who could have known that Gongsun Xing’s so called ’smoothing internal energy and blood’ actually ant nonstop farting...
The one letting out gas was embarrassed, and the one slling it was uncomfortable as well.
So when Yue Mingxuan arrived at Rong Qinglei’s palace from Tang Lubao’s place, what he saw was Rong Qinglei curled up in the far corner of the bed, while Shang Qinghua’s face was twisted with barely restrained fury.
Yue Mingxuan looked suspiciously at the expressions of the two n.
No matter how one looked at it, it felt as though sothing strange and unspeakable had happened.
Seeing Yue Mingxuan, Rong Qinglei put on a wronged expression and said, "Mingxuan, I’m not used to having soone sleep beside . I didn’t sleep well at all last night."
Shang Qinghua did not even look at him.
All of his attention was currently focused on the circulation of his internal energy and blood.
Damn Gongsun Xing, once he recovered, he would definitely make him pay.
Hearing Rong Qinglei say this, Yue Mingxuan stepped forward two paces and checked his pulse.
His internal energy and blood were indeed sowhat unstable; he really did look like soone who hadn’t rested well.
"When Miracle Doctor Gongsun arrives, I’ll help speak to him for you."
As he spoke, he took out a small bag of preserved fruits from his pocket. "I bought these when I went out of the palace today. They taste quite good. If your mouth feels bitter after taking dicine, you can eat one."
Rong Qinglei happily accepted the preserved fruits Yue Mingxuan handed him and cast a provocative glance at Shang Qinghua while tossed one into his mouth.
The sweet taste instantly lifted his sowhat gloomy mood.
At that mont, Gongsun Xing pushed the door open and walked in, followed by a dicine boy carrying two bowls of decoction.
He first went over to Shang Qinghua and checked his pulse, then said with so confusion, "That’s not right. Logically speaking, you should still be expelling gas nonstop. Why does it look like it’s not happening that much anymore?"
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