Time travel means exile?With medical skills in hand, I can become rich

Chapter 72 Sang Ao returns to the city
Sang Ao is back? !

So fast!
How to do?
Su Qiao paced back and forth in the room irritably.

The hospital is not open, and the workshop is only half-built.

Wen Yunxi is not here yet!

How to do……

By the way, she's here.

Zhuo Yun yawned, folded his arms and leaned lazily against the door frame.

"what's up?"

Su Qiao looked around nervously and whispered: "Sang Ao is back."

Shuo Yun rubbed his eyes, "Who?"

"Sang Ao, Sang Fu's favorite son." Su Qiao raised his voice slightly.

Sangfu? !
Zhuo Yun suddenly woke up, grabbed Su Qiao's collar and dragged him into the room.

"Hey, I won't go in. I'll just stay outside the door."

Su Qiao subconsciously pulled at the doorframe, and as soon as her fingers touched it, she was completely pulled in.

Zhuo Yun frowned, what was he doing?
"Don't worry, I won't beat you."

Su Qiao was stunned for a moment, then sighed helplessly, gave up struggling, and sat down on the bamboo stool.

Forget it, the Shuiyi tribe doesn't pay attention to this.

He reiterated the idea that men and women should not kiss each other, and he might get beaten.

"Tell me, what's going on?"

If it was just Sangfu's son, Su Qiao wouldn't be so nervous.

Perhaps because he was by Zhuo Yun's side, Su Qiao gradually relaxed.

He had seen Zhuo Yun show off his skills twice.

Once, Shuo Yun fought against four strong men from the northern barbarians and won extremely easily.

Another time was when Zhuo Yun was sparring with the guards of King Lin. Those guards who had also practiced martial arts for many years couldn't even get close to Zhuo Yun.

Zhuo Yun was the most fierce person he had ever seen, regardless of gender.

Su Qiao coughed lightly and asked, "Wen Yunxi is a prisoner who was exiled this year. Does Miss Zhuo Yun know that?"

Zhuo Yun nodded and motioned for him to continue.

"When the prisoners arrived in Lanzhou, they had to pass through a foggy forest. Sang Fu used it as a hunting ground. Wen Yunxi injured one person when he escaped."

Zhuo Yun suddenly clenched his fists. Is there anything that Sang Fu can't do? !

"Did she hurt Sang Ao?"

Su Qiao nodded, "Yes, she used some tricks to injure Sang Ao's eye with lime. I heard that the right eye is already useless."

"Well done!" Zhuo Yun clapped his hands.

Treating others as prey deserves to be hurt, but it is a pity that Sang Ao's life was not taken.

Those bad seeds will harm people if they are left alive.

Su Qiao sighed: "Hey, it would be better if he died, but he only injured his eyes. Being hated by such a vicious dog would be very troublesome."

We had sent people to the village to check before. It was obvious that we came back early this time because of Wen Yunxi. We didn't know what he would do.

Now such a target on the construction site stands here.

Su Qiao looked at Zhuo Yun with sincere eyes, "Miss Zhuo Yun, please be more careful these days."

Although there were four thousand soldiers and a dozen guards living on the nearby construction site, he felt that Zhuo Yun was the most reliable.

After thinking about it, he asked worriedly: "Can I live outside your room?"

Wen Yunxi was away, and Sang Ao had to guard against him, the chief manager.

Zhuo Yun frowned: "What did you say?"

Is this person really the top pick in Youchao's career every three years?

"If you are a member of the Shuiyi tribe, fifty boards are absolutely indispensable."

Su Qiao: "???"

No, he just wants to feel at ease, right?

Zhuo Yun leaned on the bedpost and looked Su Qiao up and down, but it was a pity that he was such a scholar.

"You can go to the teahouse tomorrow to continue your storytelling."

"Ah?" Su Qiao was stunned.

He hid in Qingluo Village and the construction site and went to the county town to tell stories. Isn't that a sheep entering a tiger's mouth?

"Ah what, let you go!"

After Zhuo Yun said this, he threw Su Qiao out of the room.

Su Qiao: "...?!!"

What did he just do wrong?Why does Zhuo Yun fall out faster than flipping through a book? !

Su Qiao wanted to rush forward, bang on the door and shout.

Before Wen Yunxi left, you clearly promised to protect me!
Are you still her friend? !

A gust of wind passed by, Su Qiao crossed his arms and shook his head, then found a corner and squatted down.No matter what, Zhuo Yun wouldn't die without saving him.

With a "clang" sound, the window above Su Qiao was opened by Zhu Yun.

Su Qiao jumped up in shock. Just as he was about to explain, a thin quilt covered his head.

"Thank you so much..."

Su Qiao's eyes widened in surprise. Before he could finish thanking him, Zhuo Yun had already closed the window again.

He lowered his head and looked at the quilt in his hand. It was soft and full of sunshine.

Su Qiao suddenly felt at ease and lay down wrapped in a quilt.

戈云……

No wonder Wen Yunxi always talks about her.

It's really interesting.

……

Sang Mansion.

"Third Prince, you have to make the decision for me!"

Zhang Liuxing cried so hard that his face was filled with tears. He walked a few steps on his knees and knocked his head tightly against Sang Ao's footsteps.

It started when Yi Hongfei smashed the shop, no, it goes even further, it started when Wen Yunxi started selling herbal medicine in the city.

He never has a good day!

Seeing that the sales of medicinal materials were decreasing, he specially paid Hong Er to set up a stall. However, the stall failed to succeed and instead helped Wen Yunxi improve his reputation.

What kind of reincarnation of the medicine god?

It's bullshit!

They are just deceiving these barbaric bumpkins from Lanzhou!

Don't think that he doesn't know that the storyteller in the teahouse is actually with her.

He said there every day that Wen Yunxi was the reincarnation of the Green Bamboo Medicine God, and only a fool would believe it.

If he really is the god of medicine, why don't he give everyone the magic medicine?

But there are still many people who believe it, especially that fierce woman Yi Hongfei.

Not only did they smash his shop, they even forced the magistrate to beat him fifty times.

Walking on the street these days, the people who looked at him looked wrong.

It seemed like he wanted to pounce on him and bite him at any moment.

Thinking of this, Zhang Liuxing cried even more sincerely.

"Third Prince, I have been loyal to Mr. Sang for six years and I have never said anything false. I beg you to punish those people severely and redress my injustice."

He cried so hard that he wanted to burst into tears.

Sang Ao frowned and kicked the person away in disgust. "If you make any more noise, I'll cut out your tongue and feed it to the dogs."

The crying stopped in the summer, and Zhang Liuxing suddenly covered his mouth and lay on the ground, not even daring to breathe.

He knew Sang Ao could do it.

He has seen it with his own eyes.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

"Come in."

When the man entered the house, Zhang Liuliu took the opportunity to crawl out, fearing that he would lose his tongue if he stayed there.

Sang Ao didn't even look at Zhang Liuhang and asked irritably: "What's the matter?"

The subordinate took out a letter from his arms and handed it to Sang Ao.

Sang Ao took it and became furious before he finished reading it.

"Wen Yunxi! It's you again!"

He kicked the sandalwood chair to pieces and felt angry, so he smashed the white porcelain cup on the table next to him.

"Wen Yunxi!"

Bookshelves were knocked down.

"Wen Yunxi!"

The dagger was drawn out, and the famous painting was split into two.

The subordinate stood there silently, his head buried deeply, not daring to breathe out.

With a "pop", the jewel-encrusted dagger was thrown to the messy ground.

Sang Ao rubbed his forehead, picked up the piece of paper and continued to read.

The boss of Liang Bo and the boss of Eucalyptus disappeared at the same time, and the four northern tribes were acting strangely.

"Wen Yunxi...I underestimated you."

Sang Ao gritted his teeth, squeezed out these words from between his teeth, and quickly left the study.

A small note fell to the subordinate's feet, with twenty meaningful words written on it.

[Wei Shiliu, from Eryi, southeast of Heilin, in Qingluo, temporarily with Wen]

(End of this chapter)