A thousand enlightenments in one night, starting from being a menial apprentice.

Chapter 179 The Misery of a Turtle Slave
After Duan Rong heard what Hong Xue said, he understood.

Lan Ying has been weak for many years, and it seems that she has asked Gu Suxiu to recuperate.

Duan Rong's medical skills at this time had already far surpassed Gu Suxiu's. After observing Lan Ying, he had already figured out the root cause of her symptoms.

Lan Ying's illness lies in her heart, and I'm afraid no medicine can help.

"Young lady, you should make yourself happy so that your health can improve. Please forgive me for speaking frankly, but your illness is in your heart and cannot be cured by medicine."

Lan Ying looked at Duan Rong's shining eyes and was touched. She knew best what her family's problems were.

Lan Ying said: "Sir, what you said is very accurate. Unfortunately, how can I be happy with my personality?"

Jiang Qingyu and Ximen Kankan were sitting there, both confused. They were listening to a song, but suddenly the conversation turned to medicine. Moreover, Duan Rong seemed to know a lot about medicine, so they both felt they couldn't get a word in.

Duan Rong smiled slightly and said, "At least start by singing more cheerful songs."

As Duan Rong spoke, he walked to the desk, picked up the paper and pen on the desk, and began to write quickly.

After Duan Rong finished writing, he handed the paper to Lan Ying and said, "Miss, you can compose music for this poem and sing it. It will definitely make you feel more cheerful."

Lan Ying looked at Duan Rong with a puzzled look, but still reached out to take the paper and looked down.

On the paper, there were a few lines of elegant cursive script, written with great skill. Lan Ying silently recited the following words:

After playing on the swing, I stand up and straighten my slender hands lazily. The dew is thick and the flowers are thin, and my light clothes are soaked with sweat. When I see a guest coming in, I take off my socks and take off my gold hairpin. I walk away shyly, leaning against the door and looking back, but I smell the green plums.

This poem has bright emotions. With just a few words, the girl's innocence, shyness and loveliness are vividly portrayed on the paper, as if they are right before her eyes and imprinted in her heart.

The last sentence, leaning against the door and looking back, smelling the green plum, is the finishing touch, which seems to pull people back to the carefree youth in one sentence.

Lan Ying's eyes lit up when she read the poem. She took the paper and went to the piano to tune the strings and try out the rhyme. Lan Ying was already quite knowledgeable about music, and she liked the poem very much. Soon she started to sing on the piano.

After the song was over, even Hongxue could hear something different and said, "This time the young lady sang like a lark..."

The tune is cheerful, the lyrics are clear, and Lan Ying's voice naturally becomes clear and graceful, sweeping away the decadent state of the previous song...

Lan Ying looked at Duan Rong with joy in her eyes and said, "This is such a happy song. As I sing it, it feels like I've returned to the past..."

Lan Ying said this with tears in her eyes. She stood up from the piano podium and bowed to Duan Rong.

Poetry and songs have always been a miraculous medicine for healing wounds, but they must be used properly to be effective.

Lan Ying sat down again, her mood obviously higher, and she even suggested playing a game of guessing covers at the table, with the loser having to drink.

Jiang Qingyu was slightly surprised. Lan Ying had always liked quietness, and she disliked the drinking game the most. So why would she take the initiative to ask to play it today?

But no matter why, Lan Ying was happy, and Jiang Qingyu was happy too.

When Ximen Kankan heard about playing games, his eyes lit up and he shouted, "Playing games is what I'm best at. I'll get you drunk today..."

And just as the drinking game was going on in Lanxiang Garden, in a room on the first floor of Huaying Tower.

This room was much smaller than Lan Ying's Lanxiang Garden. In front of a round table in the room, a sturdy man with his chest exposed was eating and drinking voraciously. Next to him sat a slightly plump woman.

The strong man's big hands occasionally rubbed the woman's body, and the woman's face, which was covered with thick makeup, was full of smiles. Not far from the wall behind the two men was a large bed with curtains hanging down. At this moment, a eunuch suddenly flashed in from the door and bowed, saying, "Master, you have been in the building for three days. My mother said that you should settle the bill for these three days first."

The sturdy man raised his thick eyebrows and said in a hoarse voice, "Didn't I deposit fifty taels of silver when I came here?"

"Hey... look at what you said... this is Huaying Tower, you've been here all the time, sleeping and eating, how many jars of this aged wine have you drunk? Fifty taels, how can you beat it?"

The sturdy man snorted coldly and said, "How much money did I spend in the past three days?"

"I've already counted it for you when I came in. It's two hundred and eighty taels in total!"

"What? Two hundred and eighty taels?" The sturdy man slammed the wine glass in his hand on the table, causing the cups, plates and bowls on the table to shake.

The sturdy man stared at the elf slave and said angrily: "Look, I'm an outsider, and you think I'm a rich man, right?"

The eunuch was startled and said with a smile, "Don't worry. I have a bill here. Please take a look."

The eunuch said as he put a paper full of entries on the table. The strong man glanced at the bill, grabbed a machete from his feet, slammed it on the bill, and said, "I don't have any money on me, so I'll give you this machete in exchange."

"Master, are you kidding?" The eunuch's face suddenly turned ugly, and he said, "How can your broken knife be worth two hundred and eighty taels of silver?"

"If I say it's worth it, then it's worth it!"

The elf slave suddenly said in a weird tone: "Hey... you really want to eat for free? Why don't you go out and ask around? You dare to eat for free in Huaying Building? I think you have come to the wrong place!"

"Ask about your mother!" The sturdy man suddenly raised his hand, and with a flash of a machete, he cut off one of the slave's ears.

The turtle slave only saw a flash of cold light, and then felt a sharp pain in his right ear. He reached out and touched it, only to feel pieces of sticky blood.

At this moment, the turtle slave saw a small pool of blood on the machete placed on the table, and a cut-off right ear was dangling on the edge of the machete...

"I'm going to ask you again, is this sword of mine worth two hundred and eighty taels?"

The turtle slave looked at the fierce and brutal face of the strong man, and was immediately terrified. He covered his bleeding ears and ran out of the room howling like a slaughtered pig...

Duan Rong and his companions were playing guessing games in Lanxiang Garden when they suddenly heard a sharp scream coming from outside the building.

"What's going on?" Hong Xue asked.

"Let's go out and take a look." Ximen Kankan jumped up first.

A few people stopped drinking, rushed out the door, crowded in front of the railing on the second floor, and looked down into the hall on the first floor.

I saw a eunuch stumble and fall to the ground in the hall. His face was pale and terrified. He covered his ears with his hands and trembled. Blood dripped from his fingers and palms, staining half of his neck red...

"Boom!"

Suddenly, the door of a room on the first floor suddenly exploded, and a black shadow jumped out at an incredible speed amidst the flying wood chips and curtains!
Seeing the speed, Duan Rong's consciousness moved, and he said: "The third level of the Inner Breath Realm!"

The sturdy man flew out of the room, and in a flash, he was already standing in front of the turtle slave. He put the machete in his hand on the turtle slave's neck almost at the same time, and said coldly: "I'm asking you a question, you didn't hear it, right? I think your two ears are just for show, it's better to use them up!"

As the sturdy man said this, he turned his wrist and was about to cut off the turtle slave's other ear, but at this moment, suddenly a tall and narrow figure jumped down from the railing in a corner of the second floor. His body was graceful and light, like a willow leaf falling in the wind, without any effort at all.

(End of this chapter)