"Termally ill." Bai Chen said calmly.

The woman's face was calm, without any turbulence.

"Is there a cure?"

"The disease on the body can be cured, but the injury in the heart is hard to cure."

"Well..." The woman stood up, her figure swaying and her steps staggering, and her eyebrows left grey.

"Girl, it doesn't mean it cannot be cured." Bai Chen raised his head and looked at the woman with a smile.

"Mr. Xie is working hard, but the little woman is no longer cured."

"Why are you so ungrateful, my young master is a true immortal who descends to earth. It's yours to treat you..."

Ashan and A Chen quit. They felt that other people's rejection of Bai Chen's kindness was a blasphemy, and immediately refuted the woman.

Bai Chen waved his hand and signaled the two to stop.

"Miss, it is not a wise move to put your heart in love in the world." Bai Chen said regretfully.

"What do you know? That person said he would come back to find me." The woman looked at Bai Chen with dissatisfaction.

"A man may be sincere when he says this, but he still has a subtext that he doesn't say, you can wait for your life if you have the ability."

The woman was stunned for a moment, and then she showed a resolute look: "Then I will wait for him for the rest of my life."

"He can let you down once, and he can let you down for a lifetime."

"You don't understand."

"Who said that love is clear and clear, the girl is afraid she doesn't understand it, so why bother to lose her life?"

"Sir, if you pay for love, you will be unable to get it back."

"Can Shakyamuni cut three thousand troubled threads, but can you cut even a mere love thread?"

"What kind of virtue is the little woman? How can she compare with the Buddha? This love thread is neither gold nor iron, but it is as strong as gold and iron. The little woman has no hands and can't break the love thread." The woman was a very stubborn person, and her answer was determined.

"How about that girl bet with me?"

"What are you betting on?"

"Is the love that the bet girl has to pay is worth the wait for a lifetime?"

"Little woman Qingyan, thank you Mr. Hun, but this matter is the little woman's private matter, so I don't have to worry about you."

"What if I have to bet?" Bai Chen's attitude was also very firm.

"Sir...you..."

"You are infected with a dirty disease, but he leaves you and gives you an illusory promise. What is the use of such a kind-hearted and righteous man?"

"Sir, he has his own difficulties."

"Haha...Miss Qingyan, don't you know that men like to use this as an excuse? There is no difficulty, it's just an excuse. He doesn't like you, it's that simple."

"He's not like this."

Qingyan's face was gloomy and she stared at Bai Chen, but she could not see through the man in front of her.

The story is very simple. Qingyan was originally Qing. Lou's woman, but she fell in love with a scholar and used her body to provide the scholar's expenses in life.

The scholar told her that when he was on the list of the title, he would marry her again.

However, today she saw the scholar and a lady from the official family. She went up to question her, but was laughed at by the scholar in cold words. Then she returned to Qing. In the building, the scholar came to her again, explained her difficulties to her, and took away all her savings.

This savings were originally accumulated by Qingyan over the years, and were used to redeem himself as a good person.

Since that day, the scholar has never come to see her again.

In fact, Qingyan already had a little clarity in her heart.

It's just that she doesn't want to believe it or accept it.

Even the only remaining extravagant hope was regarded as hope by her.

This is the sorrow of women in this era. She has nothing left.

Now she can only place this glimmer of hope on love, and she has nothing but love.

In fact, as long as someone with a little rationality, you can know that this is a scam.

Even if the man turned to look for her and brought her home, he would be a concubine in the side room and would never be able to enter the main room.

It can be seen that the man was too lazy to even be perfunctory to do it, but Qingyan regarded the lies as hope.

"If you really have confidence, then you will bet with me."

"What if the little woman doesn't want to bet with her husband?"

"Do you know who these two followers are? They were originally great thieves, but they were still bloodthirsty even though they washed their hands. If you don't bet with me, I will let them kill the scholar and expose them to the wilderness."

"Sir, why are you trying to make things difficult for the little girl?" Qingyan's face turned bitter and there was a little praying in her eyes.

"I hate men bullying women, and I hate men deceive women even more." Bai Chen said calmly.

...

Luoyang Jinfan

It is the beginning of autumn, and the fragrance is everywhere in the golden style. Many scholars enjoy chrysanthemums or hold poetry meetings here.

At this moment, there were more than a dozen young men or ladies walking in the garden, almost always in pairs, chanting poems, playing the piano and listening to music, and being arty.

These young ladies are also considered relatively famous young ladies in Luoyang City, and are proficient in poetry, songs and essays.

"Dear classmates, how about such beautiful scenery, why not everyone writes a poem?"

"Yes, yes, that's what it should be."

In this era, there are always no shortage of great scholars and literary masters, and famous works will appear in the world.

The Tang Dynasty was the most brilliant era in history. Thinkers, artists and writers can always burst into brilliant brilliance in the current era.

Poems spread from time to time in the crowd to let everyone appreciate them.

"Luo Bin, why don't you write a poem?"

Bai Shu was surrounded by a woman in white, with a beautiful face and graceful figure, with a few strands of dust in her eyebrows and eyes, and her beautiful eyes were like stars. There were many men and women around her, just like stars surround the moon.

"Your Highness, here is a song of lamenting chrysanthemums, which you appreciate."

Bai Shu wrote a poem, which he prepared earlier in order to show his literary talent at the poetry meeting today.

"Okay! Good poem."

After hearing this, everyone shouted softly, praising Bai Shu's sigh.

The woman in white nodded repeatedly. Bai Shu's talent is indeed well-known, and this song "Sighing" is indeed a masterpiece.

Many scholars showed a hint of jealousy, and Bai Shu and the audience looked a little fluttering, as if the world was centered on him.

At this moment, a sound of piano came from the front, and the sound of piano was as sharp as a sword. The sound of piano entered everyone's ears, and everyone's mind was shocked in an instant.

This piano piece is like a golden sword and an iron horse, with endless battles, bloody storms and hard to stop killing.

Everyone frowned. The skill of this player's piano is indeed rare in the world, but the music is too bloody and cruel. Everyone feels discouraged when they hear it.

This is not a repertoire that ordinary people can play, it is clearly a veteran on the battlefield.

The woman in white also frowned and looked forward.

I saw a man sitting cross-legged in the pavilion in front, with a guqin on his legs.

The sound of the piano gradually subsided, with a little bit of smoke dissipated.

Only then did the young ladies recover and everyone went forward.

The woman in white clothes came over and said, "Young Master, how can you ask what the song was called just now?"

""The Sorrow of War"." Bai Chen raised his head and looked at the woman in white.

Although this woman is young, she looks like a fairy-like figure.

Bai Shu, who was behind the woman in white clothes, looked at Bai Chen: "It's you!?"

"It's just below." Bai Chen nodded with a smile.

Bai Chen turned around and looked at Qingyan behind him. Qingyan's eyes had frozen, completely condensing on Bai Shu's body.

"Bai Lang." Qingyan exclaimed softly.

Bai Shu seemed to have not seen Qingyan, or he ignored it at all and regarded it as a stranger.

"Bai Lang, it's me, Qingyan." Qingyan staggered to Bai Shu like a loss of consciousness.

But Bai Shu frowned and pushed Qingyan away: "Miss is self-respecting, I don't know you."

"Bai Lang, what's wrong with you? Why did you say you don't know me?"

In fact, in this era, going to Qinglou is not a shame. Some celebrities who claim to be romantic have not lived among the flowers and have no leaves on their bodies.

But Bai Shu was a little different. He was just a soft meal and finally cheated away all Qingyan's savings.
To be continued...