"Minister, why is nobody here to train today?"
Looking at the empty training ground, the Queen Empress was curious.
Xiong Gang's expression was distorted, "They are still bearish on the ancient medical department."
His poor team members, really embarrass them.
Blame Pei Hong and Yang Yilian for being too insidious. They really do everything in order to grab people!
Pei Hong sent Long Xuanye's beautiful men's tactics to no avail, but by mistake, he found that the beautiful tactics actually worked!
There are a few female members of the folk music club, especially Yan Yuexian, who looks like a fairy and has friendship with Xia Weibao, and almost hooked them away!
Needless to say, Yang Yilian's ancient dance club is all beautiful people, and Xia Weibao spent most of the first two days in the ancient dance club.
He has no women in the Furubu Department, so what can he do, he can only sacrifice his team members and serve as human sandbags.
They have already been counted. The calligraphy department next door has neither beautiful women nor no meat sandbags. They are all a group of old men, helpless.
Xia Weibao's guilty conscience is so one meter away, is it that serious?
She has avoided the point.
"I went to see."
She is good at treating bruises or something, so she can just visit the people in the ancient medical department.
I heard that Minister Ding Heqiu's ancestors worked as imperial doctors in the palace, and his medical skills were particularly good.
Just go and see.
There is a small river between the martial arts field and the ancient medicine department.
When Xia Weibao passed over the arch bridge, he heard a sound of flute.
Feeling familiar inexplicably.
She walked along the flute and came to a grass field.
I saw Long Xuanye wearing white casual clothes sitting on a stone chair under the willow tree by the river, playing a flute.
The afterglow of the setting sun, through the sparse catkins, mottled silhouettes on him.
White clothes, handsome face, blue long flute, and slanting willows.
From a distance, it looks like a degrading banal immortal, who forms a world by itself.
Xia Weibao couldn't help but look dumbfounded.
Suddenly a word came to mind, Mo Shang is like jade, and the son is unparalleled.
This sentence was very common in ancient times.
But in this impetuous urban environment, few people can match this sentence.
However, Long Xuanye perfectly explained what is called Gongzi Wushuang.
She suddenly understood why everyone called him Young Master Long.
His flute is very nice, melodious, and circling the beam for three days.
Xia Weibao also knows the flute. She is proficient in almost all ancient musical instruments, but the most proficient, except for the guqin, is Yuxiao.
However, her Yuxiao's level was far from Long Xuanye's level.
As if perceiving someone approaching, Long Xuanye put down Yuxiao and smiled at her.
The corners of his mouth are warm, and his eyes are like a layer of mist. The gentle gentleness can make people drown.
For some reason, Xia Weibao's heartbeat suddenly jumped twice.
She was a little flustered.
How could this happen, it seems that every time she sees Long Xuanye, her heart beats faster.
She does have a good impression of him, after all, beautiful things are pleasing to the eye, and everyone likes to look more.
But she didn't think that this would be the reason why her heartbeat accelerated.
Because she was very sure, she had no thoughts about Long Xuanye.
She was also very sure that there was only Lu Hualiang in her heart.
Then how do you explain the out-of-control heartbeat?
"Junior Sister."
Long Xuanye's voice rang in his ears, and Xia Weibao came back to his senses.
Nodded with a smile.
"I heard that the younger sister can dance, do you want to play an ensemble? I play flute, how about you dance for me.