A Quick Walkthrough: Male God, Don’t Run Away

The girls watching the flowers in the distant flower forest exclaimed in unison, charming and lovely.

The high-spirited young men also showed anticipation, looked forward to Shenfei, and deliberately put on a romantic posture.

Shu Ange took a closer look and saw that several more luxurious vermilion canopy carriages on the official road were heading towards Hualin.

The first one was the most majestic, and the horse was very majestic, with its long mane flying when its hooves rolled. The white and flawless bead curtains are half-covered, the beasts carved on the roof of the carriage are vivid, and the entire carriage is exquisite.

In such a luxurious carriage, even the grooms who drive the carriage have red lips and white teeth, and their temperament is free and easy, unlike ordinary people.

During the flying flower season, a distinguished guest suddenly arrived, and Shu Ange couldn't help but take a few steps forward.

Her behavior was undoubtedly bold. Just as Shu Ange peeped curiously, those ragged refugees crouched down to the side of the road and lowered their heads.

The children of the commoners who were playing on the edge of the flower forest only dared to look at the carriage of noblemen from a distance.

The carriage has not yet stopped by the flower forest, and the young man, Lang Jun, who was looking forward to the flower forest, took a step forward and stood beside the carriage warmly and respectfully, waiting for the distinguished guests in the scarlet carriage to get off.

A few girls standing a little further away in the flower forest were biting their lips and looking around on tiptoe, their cheeks were like peach stains, and there was a shy blush.

After the driver stopped, he lowered his head and lifted the curtain of the car. In the car, a slender, white hand stretched out, and then a handsome young man in black clothes and a crane cloak appeared.

There was a servant who respectfully lay on the ground and used his body as a bench. The young man in Hechuang walked gracefully and stepped out of the carriage with the servant.

Even though Shu Ange thinks in his heart that the practice of using people as stools is too trampling on human rights.

But when I saw the young man's face clearly, I not only sighed with emotion, but the face is justice, and the beauty can forgive anything.

The young man with a crane cloak wears a bodice, and his body is as thin and tall as a green bamboo and Qionggui.

His temples are cut like a knife, his eyebrows are like ink paintings, his nose is slightly thin and his lips are affectionate, his skin is white without wiping, and his lips are red without rubbing.

Although there was a trace of sickness hidden between the eyebrows of the young man, his eyes were cold and clear. His complexion was as white as ancient jade, and his paleness made people feel pity.

Surrounded by all the servants, the young man in Hechuang nodded slightly to the few young men who were waiting respectfully beside the car, showing a free and easy attitude.

Those teenagers greeted him loudly, and they all danced with joy, as if they had received a great favor, and followed behind the young Hechuang.

The young man was sought after by the crowd, like a stroll in a leisurely courtyard. When walking, the broad robe and sleeves moved in the wind, and his body was noble and noble.

The girls cheered and cheered excitedly, waving handkerchiefs one by one, holding flower branches and waving at the young crane cloak, Shu Ange vaguely captured the words "Jade Master".

"Zhan Biqiao, green bamboo Yiyi. There are bandit gentlemen, such as cutting as sparring, as cutting as grinding. There is a shovel, and there is a lot of noise. There are bandit gentlemen, and they can't be smothered in the end."

The voice is clear and fresh, but there is a bold girl expressing her feelings enthusiastically.

At first it was just a few monophonic lines, but later it became a piece of music and became a melodious chorus.

Shu Ange noticed that the girl in the pink dress who had jumped into her lover's arms with joy, was also singing along with the chorus at the moment, with only the young Hechuang in her eyes.

She couldn't help sighing that love came too fast like a tornado.

If it weren't for the difference in time and space, Shu Ange really thought she had come to the scene of a large-scale music club.

The young man in the crane cloak has an elegant appearance and a splendid glory, but after many time and space, Shu Ange, who has read countless men's sexes, has already developed an antibody to beauty.

After Shu Ange's eyes lingered on the Hechuang youth for a while, it fell on his robe and Hechuang, which were obviously a bit thicker than others.

Although the spring breeze in March is expected to be rough, but the young girls who love beauty, the thin spring shirts are only for the sake of beauty and beauty, in exchange for a long love.

Seemingly aware of Shu Ange's gaze, the young He-cloak suddenly looked up at her in the crowd.

At a glance, those eyes that were as black as obsidian, and the face that was as white as snow, as if shimmering, left a deep impression on Shu Ange.

The young man in the crane cloak just glanced at her expressionlessly, and soon moved his gaze to the blooming flower tree.

Shu Ange combined with the boy's lack of makeup, his complexion was still a few degrees whiter than others, and the lingering sickness between his brows, it was speculated that this boy might have a congenital deficiency.

After several time and space tempering, Shu Ange's medical skills have made great progress. She is good at seeing, hearing, asking, and looking at the boy's illness.

It's just that in this era, the class is distinct, and the Zhu family is as deep as the sea. Even if she sees a juvenile disease, she can't take the initiative to ask Ying for diagnosis and treatment, and she can only sigh in her heart.

Since ancient times, Hongyan was so ill-fated, she was a beautiful woman of peerless elegance, but she was destined to suffer from illness.

The young man with a crane cloak walked into the flower forest surrounded by his companions.

I don't know which young master was impatient with passers-by, and pointed to the servants who came to expel everyone.

Shu Ange didn't stop to watch, she followed her previous plan and planned to go to the city to find a way to make a living.

Before taking a few steps, Shu Ange couldn't help but stop and look back.

Different from the excitement and joy just now, this time the shouts of the boys and girls were full of panic.

Shu Ange even heard a low sob.

What happened?

She frowned and looked at the group of panicked figures in the flower forest. Yingyingchaochuo saw the stunning young man in a crane cloak, fainting for some reason.

A group of sons and young ladies and his subordinates were in a hurry around him, but no one dared to approach and blaspheme him, and the servants were waiting beside the boy in white in a panic.

Shu Ange only felt that the world was a coincidence, and she realized that he was born with a hidden disease, but he fell ill right away.

The doctor's parents were heartbroken, seeing the boy's servant from a distance, who was about to lift the boy to the carriage, and Shu Ange resigned and walked back.

Forget it, saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda, let her go and see the situation. If they are allowed to bring people back like this, I am afraid that next year will be the anniversary of the death of the young man.

Shu Ange walked to the flower forest, two feet away from the guards and guards, and bowed to everyone from a distance, with a clear voice:

"Someone is Liu Yuanfang from Muyang City, with the word Yunyang, young Chengtingxun, and a little understanding of the technique of Qihuang. Now that Mr. Lang has a sudden illness, he may be able to do his best."

Due to the proximity, Shu Ange could clearly see that the corners of the mouths of all the boys and girls twitched after hearing her words.

Those who were exposed, immediately came out with a bit of disdain.

"However, a lowly pariah, how dare you say 'You Cheng Ting Xun'?"

The sarcasm came to his face, if it weren't for the dignified and extraordinary young man unconscious, I'm afraid they would have laughed out loud.

The strictness of the Daliang family has almost become the instinct of the family engraved in the bones and blood. They are superior and inferior, and they are guilty because of class.

(Meow, guess guess, which is the male protagonist of this story)