Yun Yuan was wearing a light green gauze skirt, with a slender figure, showing her elegant and light beauty.
Xuanyuan Chengyin's eyes lit up and he stood up: "Miss Yun is here!"
Yun Yuan bowed politely: "Your Highness the Crown Prince."
"No need to be so polite." Xuanyuan Chengyin said, "Miss Yun is here for tea too?"
"No." Yun Yuan said, "I came here to watch a show."
Jiuli had a gentle smile on his face and stretched out his hand to her, his sleeves hanging down as smoothly as clouds. Yun Yuan handed her hand over, clasped her fingers tightly, and let him hold her hand and sit down together.
Jiuli Ruyu pulled the rope beside her, and heard a "ding-ling-ling" sound from the door. The next moment, a waiter pushed the door open and said respectfully, "What do you want, sir?"
Jiuli ordered several kinds of tea and snacks that Yun Yuan liked. His tone was so familiar that it seemed as if he had ordered them for her countless times, which made Xuanyuan Chengyin look sideways slightly.
Outside, Xiao Changan had already started his performance.
Yun Yuan ate while watching, but found it too tedious, so she drew a water mirror and projected it onto the wall. It could switch the perspective 360 degrees, and it was 3D.
I saw Xiao Changan standing in the crowd. A boy of about thirteen or fourteen was kneeling on the ground and kowtowing to him. His forehead was already red and swollen, but he still refused to stop.
In front of the young man was a tattered mat, on which lay a pale, weak old man. His eyes were closed and he showed no reaction to the movements around him, as if he was about to die.
The young man cried and said, "Master Xiao, please save my father. He worked hard all his life and only gave birth to me when he was fifty. I haven't had the chance to show my filial piety to him yet... I know you have the ability to do this, Master Xiao. Please!"
Everyone's eyes were focused on Xiao Changan, and they were talking about it.
"Who is this Mr. Xiao? Anyone with a discerning eye can tell that this old man is dying. Can he really save him?"
"This young man's crying is truly pitiful. Isn't this just a case of seeking medical help for an illness?"
Some people recognized Xiao Changan, especially those who had witnessed him being naked in Luoyu Hutong, who were impressed by him.
"Isn't this Xiao Zhuangyuan? I saw him last time... when he was paraded through the streets on horseback."
"Yes, that's him."
"Then he is a scholar. Could he also be a doctor?"
With doubts and a curious mentality, more and more people gathered around, and they all wanted to know how Xiao Changan would respond.
Xiao Chang'an showed a look of compassion and said slowly, "I wonder where this young man learned that I can treat illnesses? Although I have some ability, I don't recommend you try it unless it's absolutely necessary. It's better to let the doctor diagnose your father first."
For this drama, Xiao Changan summoned all the famous doctors in the capital. They had superb medical skills and rich experience, and some of them were even court physicians.
These people originally didn't want to come, but Xiao Changan vowed that he had the magic to bring the dead back to life. They couldn't resist their curiosity and agreed to his request.
The moment Xiao Changan finished speaking, the doctors came forward and took turns taking the old man's pulse.
Judging from his pulse, the old man is indeed dying. Can Xiao Changan really save him?
"Doctor, how is my father?" the young man asked nervously.
The doctors all shook their heads: "The patient is terminally ill and has not much time left."
Upon hearing this, the young man collapsed to the ground, looking deeply shocked, muttering to himself, "I don't believe it, I don't believe it..."
The doctor was used to seeing life and death, but seeing the young man's sorrow, he still felt pity and advised:
"Your mother is already sixty years old, which is considered a very old age. Birth, aging, sickness and death are the laws of life. There is nothing we can do to change it. We are limited in our ability. Please accept my condolences."
"There must be a way." The young man was unwilling to accept this fact and looked at Xiao Changan pleadingly: "Master Xiao, please save my father."
A doctor said, "Young man, even we can't cure your father, so how can Master Xiao possibly help? You should take your father back and prepare for his funeral. Ask him if he has any unfulfilled wishes. The longer you delay, the weaker his breath will become. Don't leave yourself with regrets."
When everyone looked, they saw that the old man had indeed started to exhale, which was a sign that a person was about to die.
The young man's heart skipped a beat. Thinking of the reward Xiao Changan had given him, he eagerly grabbed his trouser leg and said, "Mr. Xiao, please save my father. As long as you can save my father, I am willing to pay with my life."
"Are you really willing?" Xiao Changan asked mysteriously.
The young man quickly said, "Yes."
Xiao Changan asked again, "What if I asked you to lend five years of my life to your father? Would you be willing?"
As soon as these words were spoken, the crowd instantly quieted down. Everyone widened their eyes and looked at Xiao Changan in disbelief.
What did they hear?
Borrowing life! That's something that can only happen in strange stories.
Most people think that this is impossible to achieve, while some people are taking a wait-and-see attitude. There are many talented people in the world, so maybe it really is possible?
Xiao Changan ignored everyone's reactions. He just looked at the young man quietly, waiting for his answer.
"I'm willing." In the silence, the young man's voice was particularly clear. He said firmly, "As long as it can save my father, I'm willing to lend him ten or twenty years of my life, not to mention five!"
He thought, Xiao Changan promised to give him two hundred taels of silver, and the people around him could only earn two taels a year. Even if the matter of borrowing his life was true, he would not be able to earn two hundred taels in five years. Instead of living a miserable life in poverty for five years, it would be better to exchange these five years for silver. Anyway, he was still so young.
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