Am I sick?

Doctor Su, you are so serious and sarcastic, really cute?

Mu Changqing felt a feeling of depression in his heart, but looking at the woman in front of him, he had strength but nowhere to vent.

It’s not that she doesn’t believe you seven or eight times a night, she just believes in her own knowledge and thinks you are sick.

Just when Mu Changqing felt that she was hopeless, the woman in front of her continued to speak.

"Since Chang'an County is sick, you should pay more attention to regulating your body. Frequent sexual intercourse will also cause great harm to the wife of Chang'an County."

"The essence is the foundation of a man. If the essence loses too much, it is inevitable that there will be various problems in the body. Chang'an County is proficient in medical principles and should be clear about it. Don't ruin your body because of greed for the sake of **."

Master, stop thinking!

He said goodbye in a hurry, and Mu Changqing covered his ears and rushed out of the door.

Dr. Su's words were also covered behind him.

"Don't forget Chang'an County. Qingyue will cook some medicinal food for you later. Don't forget to take it tomorrow if Chang'an County comes here."

It was not until Mu Changqing stepped over the bridge and stepped out of the yard that he took a breath.

He turned around and looked at the quiet and quiet Imperial Hospital behind him. Mu Changqing couldn't help but tremble and then quickly left.

The locust plague was eliminated and the people's hearts were calmed down. Chang'an City, as the capital of Dayan, has once again restored its prosperity and prosperity.

Qingfeng Tower is crowded with diners and students, but no one has met the couplets and climbed the fourth floor of Qingfeng Tower to capture the vast West Lake.

There were constant cheers in the performing arts hall next to it, and there was a storytelling session full of guests every day.

From time to time, you can hear the loud voices of the servants in the hall.

"Congratulations to Wang Yuanwai for being the first in the list."

"Thank you for the pair of flower baskets that Mr. Zhao gave you."

“…………………”

This marketing method was a trick used by Mu Changqing to borrow later live broadcast platforms.

Since there are so many customers who like to listen to books, and they will give some silver, money, and copper coins casually when they hear the wonderful things, Mu Changqing did some articles on it.

You should know that people have vanity and comparison.

Next to the storytelling stand, a huge wooden board stands, with the names of ten people with the largest number of rewards per day engraved from top to bottom.

Think about it, your name ranks first, just looking at the envious eyes of the guests beside you, there is also a lot of light on that side, right?

So in order to compete for this ranking, they can leave their names on the ranking list, and the audience also donated generously and did not hesitate to their wallets.

It’s a pity that Liu Youde, a rough anchor, cannot do anything shameful with the top brother on the list.

Stop outside the building and listened for a while, Mu Changqing raised his foot and stepped into Qingfeng Tower.

Walk to the third floor.

Now the fourth halls of plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum on the third floor are full of every day.

Basically, guests must make an appointment one day in advance. If you come to the banquet on the spot, there will definitely be no private rooms.

Not to mention the decoration style of the box, even the current status of Qingfeng Tower in Chang'an City, if you don't treat you to Qingfeng Tower, you will be embarrassed to say that you are generous.

That is the restaurant that the senior officials in the court and the president of the Wenyuan Academy gave He Yi. Can it be compared to ordinary restaurants?

Eating in a restaurant like this, listening to the students' chanting poems may also make you feel a little literary and noble.

He pulled a servant over and asked Mu Changqing.

"Where is your shopkeeper? Why didn't you see her?"

The servant was a little dissatisfied with being disturbed suddenly, but when he found out that the man was his boss, he quickly replied respectfully.

"Go back to the young master, Manager Qin is upstairs."

"I understand, go and do your job, I'll get you a raise at the end of the month."

After hearing this, the servant continued to be busy happily.

Shaking his head, Mu Changqing raised his foot to the fourth floor.

As soon as I stepped out of the stairs, I saw a woman with a slightly desolate back standing quietly in front of the window, looking at the rippling waves of Xizi Lake outside the window.

Looking at this back, Mu Changqing's heart suddenly felt ache for no reason.

Hearing the sound of footsteps behind him, Qin Mei subconsciously turned around. When she saw the person clearly, her eyes lit up and then gradually dimmed.

"Young Master, you are here."

After greeting him lightly, Qin Mei made a gesture and was about to leave.

Mu Changqing naturally would not let her go. He grabbed her sleeve and said calmly: "Are you hiding from me?"

"What the young master said? There are still many things in the restaurant that I need to take care of."

He pulled his sleeves, but his hands remained motionless.

Qin Mei simply stopped resisting and let Mu Changqing hold him tightly, her eyes turned elsewhere, and her face was expressionless.

Is this the Qin Mei who often teases herself?

Is this the same Qin Mei who lives in the same room with me and smiles like a flower?

At this moment, Qin Mei made Mu Changqing feel so strange.

But who else can be the culprit of all this besides himself?

The picture was frozen in place for a moment, and both of them were speechless.

Mu Changqing didn't know how to speak.

Qin Mei was waiting.

She would be very happy when she was waiting for him to explain it to herself, even if it was a kind lie.

But she didn't wait for a word after the cup of tea.

He smiled quite self-deprecatingly. Qin Mei pulled her sleeves hard, then left a sentence, "Young Master, I'm going to work first, so I hurried downstairs."

Only Mu Changqing was left standing there blankly.

It is said that if you encounter problems, please ask about the spring breeze.

The spring breeze does not speak, but it depends on the original heart.

What is Mu Changqing’s original intention?

Does he like Qin Mei?

I think the answer is yes.

As long as you think of that small house, that small bed, and the time spent during that period, Mu Changqing knew that he could not let such a woman leave her.

But what about Hua Ji? Now that she has become her own woman, can she treat her as if nothing is possible?

After thinking for a while, Mu Changqing laughed again.

There is no marriage law in this life, so monogamy must be required. So what are you still struggling with?

After thinking through everything, Mu Changqing's thoughts became open-minded in an instant.

Then he was about to do something big.

A plan to pick up girls that is unprecedented and enough to make a sensation in Chang'an City.
Chapter completed!