A famous doctor who loves his wife beyond measure

Chapter 96
Su Qingwan was slightly embarrassed, and glanced around, only to see that many famous ladies in the lobby cast envious and jealous eyes, and whispered to each other, but Xuanyuan Shao's courteousness made those daughters who had previously despised her, There was a bit of contempt in his eyes, and they all speculated about her details.

In order not to become the target of public criticism, Su Qingwan hurriedly found an excuse to distract Xuanyuan Shao and let him go to help Gu Yuntang greet distinguished guests.

Su Qingwan breathed a sigh of relief, picked up the scented tea gracefully, took a sip slowly to calm herself down, and gradually calmed down, but she keenly felt a cold gaze in the dark, like a very light and thin spider thread, Slowly falling from the air, sticking to her body vaguely, Su Qingwan sat still, holding the hand of the plain light yellow glazed teacup, but slowly clenched it tightly, her brows were slightly frowned, giving off a familiar gloomy aura !Such a powerful and cold aura, as if everything was dead, and the cold without a blade of grass gradually enveloped her.

The tea was rustling, and the light and shadow were blurred. Su Qingwan raised her eyes gently, her eyes slowly drifted across the private room on the second floor of Yuyan Building, and finally fixed on one of the windows. That's right, it was this window last time!
Just when her eyes condensed behind the green gauze curtain, as if there was some kind of response, a gloomy guqin sound gradually came out, at first out of tune, scattered, as if it was dialed casually, and the guests in the hall were not very happy. Only Su Qingwan cares, listening intently, her tender heart is involved, she only feels that the few intermittent tunes, the mood is waning, but it is not that the player who plays the piano is drunk, but that the person is too melancholy, full of sorrows. Disappeared, condensed in the sound of love, it was too sluggish, and it couldn't be dispelled for a while, as if the endless sorrow rushed into the throat, but couldn't come out, the pain was worse than scratching the heart, and it was silent choke.

The sound of the piano gradually became more coherent, but it was still chaotic and confusing, as if there was no way to straighten it out.

Listening to the simple and messy voiceless voice, Su Qingwan couldn't help but think of "Qing Ping Le · Can't Keep People".

Dong Ren couldn't stay, and went to Lan Zhou when he was drunk.With a flag on the blue waves and spring water road, pass by the place where Xiao Ying sings.The willows at the crossing head are green, and the branches and leaves are separated from each other.Since then, brocade books will not be sent, and there will be no proof for the clouds and rain in the painting building.

This que is already sad enough, but it is still less than one ten-thousandth of the sound of the qin. The sound of the Youhu qin gradually became louder and louder, as heavy as mountains and desolate waters. But the boundless loneliness and coldness, the faint mist scattered, and lost oneself inadvertently, the coldness, as if entering the nine hells, every tone of voice was condensed with a kind of stagnant blood, as if directly hitting the depths of the heart , I want to cry.

Extremely light, extremely charming, extremely cold, and with heavy cold and dampness, like the water of the Styx flowing backwards, like a deep sigh of a dying person.

The long and dull tune has lost its vitality.

Su Qingwan's eyes tightened, and her heart was filled with grief... This person's illness has deepened a bit.

There was silence in the air for a long time, just when everyone thought the song was over, the last tune burst out unexpectedly. That sound was like a golden and jade hitting each other, with the disillusionment of all thoughts, and the determination to extinguish the lamp of death, like the sound of a serious injury. Man, the last mouthful of blood suddenly spewed out!Intense, mournful...

At the end of the song, the lingering lingering rhyme lingered, and many ladies of the family lowered their heads and wiped their tears with handkerchiefs, as if a sad event had been brought up.

Gu Yuntang frowned. He didn't want to make the banquet in Gu's mansion so sad. He walked quickly to the side of the stage and ordered the musicians to play cheerful and festive music. The feeling, and then resumed talking and laughing happily, exchanging cups and cups.

But Su Qingwan couldn't be happy, she sat silently on the seat, she couldn't help but feel a little worried for that strange person, she didn't know what kind of person he was, he was so depressed, it would not be good for him if it went on like this for a long time, It is estimated that if it is not dead, it will be scrapped.

While she was in a daze, she suddenly heard rings jingling behind her, and a strong fragrance was blowing, Su Qingwan immediately turned her head away.

"Hey, isn't this the village girl Su Qingwan from Suxi Village! How did you slip in? You walk around in the fields every day, so don't trample the carpet here." The sharp and mean voice, Accompanied by a burst of unscrupulous coquettish laughter, although the voice was as pleasant as a silver bell, the tone was really outrageous.

The hostess holding a handkerchief and smiling coquettishly, her eyes full of sarcasm, is Su Qingwan's cousin Sheng Piaopiao. She is accompanied by a few daughters with unkind faces. She has a slender face and a single eyelid. A pair of small eyes are full of viciousness and cunning, and the brows are slightly raised provocatively. Because she loves incense, she has a blazing fragrance all year round, so that people and animals don't want to get close to it. Instead, she enjoys it and is intoxicated by it.

Sheng Piaopiao yelled, and everyone in the lobby couldn't help covering their mouths and sniggering, showing contempt once again. The few daughters beside Sheng Piaopiao raised their volume without hesitation, sharply Cooperating with Sheng Piaopiao, you taunted me sentence by sentence, laughing so hard that your whole body trembled.

"What? She's a village girl from the village? No wonder she's dressed in rustic clothes, so she can't stand on the stage! Look, there is no decent jewelry on her whole body, tsk tsk, poor!"

"That's right, I don't know how such a village woman got invited? Seeing that she is quite familiar with Gu Shao and Xuanyuan Shao, I thought it was a big deal? It turns out that she is a village woman. It's ridiculous. Haha, I really have no self-knowledge."

"Gu Shao and Xuanyuan Shao are probably out of kindness! Just treat it like a beggar!"

Su Qingwan sneered coldly, and suddenly moved her footsteps lightly, and her shots were like the wind. Before the three daughters could react, they had already been hit on the dumb acupoint on the middle line behind the top, and when they opened their mouths, they only let out a "woo hoo" He blushed in horror, but he couldn't say anything!
"It's much cleaner now." The corners of Su Qingwan's mouth curled up, and she patted her jade hand lightly. Her movements were very slow, but it made all the daughters present change color, and shrank back unnaturally, for fear The next one to suffer is himself.

"Su Qingwan, what did you do to them!" Sheng Piaopiao rushed to Su Qingwan, furious, pointing at Su Qingwan with a pointed finger, spit flying all over the place.

She was used to being arrogant in front of Su Qingwan, and never took Su Qingwan seriously, not to mention that when Su Qingwan and her mother couldn't get along, her mother had to accompany the old face to borrow money from her mother, In her heart, she thought that she was higher than Su Qingwan, and in her opinion, Su Qingwan was just the lowly mud embryo under the soles of her shoes.

"However, I will teach you the principles of life for these few friends. The so-called close ink is black. They have been with you cousin for a long time, and they will inevitably have bad breath." Su Qingwan smiled lightly, with a laid-back calm.

Sheng Piaopiao couldn't believe it, her small eyes were wide open, and it took a long time to realize that she was pointing fingers at Sang Huai, humiliating her by turning a corner.Su Qingwan, a nympho and obese woman, used to be the key target of bullying and torture when she was bored in her boudoir. When did she dare to talk to her like that!

(End of this chapter)