Immortal Voices

Rong Xian looked at Ling Jun with patience, and for the first time, she saw someone who had done a few boats so bright and open.

I think so, but Rong Xian has no intention of destroying the image of Dr. Rong Jun from his heart. This man is not easy to deal with, and his luck cannot even hold her back.

"Jun Cong." Rong Xian called softly.

She didn't feel a little annoyed because of making Juncong's words. She is like the breezy breeze in the mountains, calm and calm, but it gives you the feeling that you can't catch it.

"I have been practicing medicine for more than ten years, and I have seen countless obsessed men and women." Rong Xian seemed to think of the past days, with a soft and warm smile on her mouth: "There are moving people who can sing and weep, and there are regrettable misses. Sorrowful and painful. "

When she said that, she looked serious: "Your side is always surrounded by all kinds of red faces, there are powerful and overbearing city masters, there are gentle plums like green plums, there are simple attached maids, and enchanting witches."

Seeing what Lingjun wanted to say, Rong Xian interrupted him directly, and said gently, "You see, they are all around you, can't you deny that they love you?"

Ling Jun never spoke, and he could not deny that those women liked him, no doubt.

At this time, he heard Rong Xian's unique clear voice that calms the soul: "But Jun Cong, love is not brazen and extravagant. If you ca n’t afford the same thing, these loves will grow over time. A little bit of funeral. "

"They gave you all the love, but you divided your love into several equal parts. Have you ever thought that this is unfair?" Rong Xian's tone followed the temptation, full of confusion.

Ling Jun never felt as dazed as ever, his mind was blinded by a force, and he murmured: "But they all love me, I can't bear to refuse any one of them, and I love them."

After a pause, he seemed to be back, and his eyes seemed unhappy: "Is it normal for a man to have three wives and four wives in this world? Rong Xian, do you mind?"

Rong Xian shook her head, still so elegant and watery, warm as light, but the words spoken were very indifferent: "Why should I mind? This is everyone's own choice, isn't it? When love is in the future time Passing away, they should pay for their choice. "

"Xiao Xian." Ling Jun suddenly raised his voice, and asked with a slight question: "You say so much, are you accusing me?"

Rong Xian truthfully said: "Jun Cong, I'm not blaming you, and I don't have any position to blame you. I just say how I feel, and this is the answer to loving you."

She smiled low, with a thorough understanding of the world: "Although I don't agree with your approach to feelings, but I still appreciate your love for me, I am honored."

She groaned, and seemed to give Ling Jun time to react, so she continued: "I prefer to heal people and save lives, to save lives, rather than confusing feelings."

When Rong Xian saw that his eyes were unbelievable from the widening eyes, the arc of compassion and compassion in his mouth was like the sculpture of a bodhisattva in the temple, as if he hadn't changed halfway: "There are many sufferings in this world. Put time on the children's private affairs? "

"Yeah, but I'm suffering myself." Ling Jun was a little confused from his head. "Why don't you save me? If you stay with me, I won't be upset anymore."

Rong Xian sighed, compassionate and forgiving. She seemed to resemble: "Since Jun Cong has endured suffering and understands the taste, he should know that pain is always heartbreaking and sad."

Seeing that Ling Jun nodded in agreement, the words cleared her throat, and the fake emotion said: "So, why did Jun never help more people to let them out of this suffering, but instead immersed in their children's personal feelings? Let this pain spread, watching all the beings struggling? How could Juncon be so cruel? "

Ling Jun stunned for a while, and some reactions failed: "But I will not heal."

When Rong Xian heard this, the smile on his mouth deepened, and his voice was full of temptation, like a demon tempting a fallen man: "But Jun is strong and strong, he can be strong and help the weak. He has a wealth of money, and he can spread clothes. He is strong enough to build houses and pavements. Talented and able to teach. "

Ling Jun was so bragged that he suddenly felt that he could do a lot of things, but he always felt that something was wrong.

"Where did Juncong think I was wrong?" It seemed to see through Ling Juncong's thoughts. Rong Xian bent her eyes, her voice was an indescribable sensitivity.

Ling Jun was full of confusion and entanglement from his eyebrows, and shook his head subconsciously: "No, what you said makes sense."

Rong Yu couldn't help laughing, and he looked at his teacher for serious nonsense, and then turned the subject of Jun Cong to the horizon.

Ye Wenchun couldn't help but move his fingertips, and arranged a soundproofing enchantment, looking at Su Xuandao with a tangled look: "Sir, do you think that His Highness is like the Zhao family's intriguing guy?"

Su Xuan's eyes moved, and they put the two together for comparison, and couldn't hold back: "Like."

If they are willing, words are the most terrible weapon. It can change one's choices and change one's life.

A word can make a person a saint who is indifferent to fame and fortune, or a person who is a dip in the dip camp.

Of course, it is not that His Royal Highness and the man have some secret technique, but that they can see through the power of the human heart, which makes people indefensible. They always poke one's weakness in silence.

"I'm never worried that Your Highness will be fooled by the courtiers." Ye Wenchun said with emotion.

Su Xuan nodded, and thought of the emperor Gao Zuo Gong Yan, the star-like eyes that looked like Xuan Dongxu also had the depth of seeing through everything, his eyes fell on His Highness involuntarily.

After Rong Xian got approval from Ling Juncong, his voice was clear and joyful, and he couldn't help but raise his mouth when he said, "I know that Juncong must be a good gentleman, and I don't read wrong people."

Ling Jun Congyi replied: "You have won the prize. What you said makes sense, of course, I will agree with it."

Rong Xian's phoenix eyes fixedly looked at him, and he asked naturally with a cheerful voice: "Is it important that Jun ever find me here?"

Ling Jun said subconsciously: "Yes, I wanted to determine if you were really alive."

"What about now?" Rong Xian asked with a grin.

Ling Jun was awake from the sorrow, luck had effect, and the power of bewitching failed.