abandoned woman farming

Chapter 170 Eleven Serious Injuries
"Brother Eleven, let's not go the same way as last time, the Eldest Young Master will recognize it." Ling Lan was veiled and pulled by Eleven, her steps were clever to dodge the crowd from time to time.

"Hey, the young master is chasing you, hurry!" Ling Lan saw that the person had moved from the corner of her eye, she whispered to Eleven, and when Eleven heard it, she immediately hugged her and sank into it with a whoosh. crowd.

Gu Dongxing came out surrounded by a group of people, and Chengying was chatting happily behind him. There was a lot of noise around him, and he was the only one, quiet, but he never expected that this time, he could still see That red figure.

"Master, haven't we checked everything? There is no Miss Zhou at the manor." When Cheng Ying saw Gu Dongxing ran away again, he immediately became anxious, and hurriedly chased after him.

Eleven dodged left and right, and finally stopped in the small alley next to the wall. He put down the person in his arms, looked outside, finally took a deep breath, and got into the carriage with Lily of the Valley.

"Not good!" Ling Lan walked in front, and at the same time as she lifted the curtain, Eleven also shouted out, reached out and grabbed Ling Lan, and was about to drag her back, but it was still a step late, and the carriage flew out instantly. Several people surrounded the two of them.

At the same time, in the manor on the outskirts,
Goudan kicked the quilt in bed last night, and his stomach became cold, so that he held his stomach and screamed for pain early in the morning. Cuihua just stayed in the room to take care of him, but Ning Bao and Jingzhi , the two were wearing identical small training clothes, and Mu Jingchen put them on a wooden stake and beat them.

"Kick your legs back, and straighten your waist." On the huge tree stump, two little fellows stood tremblingly holding small wooden swords, and Mu Jingchen sat leisurely on the deck chair under the tree, Flipping a military book in his hand, he glanced at the two of them from time to time.

"Father, do you want to come up and show us?" The two of them still couldn't do the right movements, Ning Bao stood on the tree stump, looked at his idle appearance, and kept yelling at the top of his voice.

"Back when I was practicing martial arts, there was no one to teach me by hand." Mu Jingchen raised his eyes too lazy and snorted.

"Then you just don't want to teach us." The fat little baby carefully climbed down from the tree stump, ran to Mu Jingchen's side, and dangled Mu Jingchen's arm.

"Understand it yourself, if you encounter anything in the future, is it possible that I want you to go through it for you first?" Mu Jingchen was unmoved, still looking at the book in his hand.

"Daddy, I'm only three years old." Ning Bao shouted.

Mu Jingchen raised his eyebrows, and snorted lightly: "I was very familiar with this set of punches when I was three years old! Don't discuss age with me."

"But Daddy, I'm your son." Ning Bao's temper was also very twisted today, and he insisted on a fight with Mu Jingchen.

"Well, it's because you are my son, otherwise, you thought I would waste time playing tricks on you." After being kicked out of the room to sleep for a while, Mu Jingchen's heart was so angry that he was blowing out, completely unaware of what he was doing now. What a naive look.

Ning Bao was left speechless by his father, tilted his head, and stared at him pitifully with his eyes.

At this time, Jingzhi, who was still standing on the tree stump, bent down, sat cross-legged in a ball with his short legs, and said to Mu Jingchen in a whimpering voice: "Uncle, no wonder you are given by your aunt every day." If it's me, I won't let you in."

"Huh?" Mu Jingchen narrowed his eyes, and waved to the little guy on the stump: "Come here, repeat what you just said!"

Jing Zhi ran down, grabbed Ning Bao, and said to Mu Jingchen: "Uncle, you can't bully Ning Bao and me, if you bully us, Auntie will dislike you even more."

"Hmph, you're serious, little bastard." Mu Jingchen snorted coldly, although he didn't want to admit it, but he knew it very well in his heart, it was obvious, what the little guy said was the truth.

"Uncle, if you teach us well, I will..."

"Master!!!" Before Xiao Jingzhi could finish his words, Heishan walked in with a "blood man" in his arms, his voice was irritable.

"What's wrong with Eleven?" Ning Bao saw that it was Eleven at a glance, and he quickly turned around to look at Xiang Mujingchen.

Mu Jingchen got up with a whoosh, grabbed Eleven who was covered in blood, and hurriedly dragged him into the room.

"Did you call for a doctor?" Looking at the wounds all over Eleven's body, Mu Jingchen frowned more and more. How could he be injured so badly? Eleven is very skilled, unless something difficult happened .

"Please." Montenegro nodded.

"Eleven, what happened to you?" Mu Jingchen put Eleven on the bed, briefly helped him stop the bleeding, and then looked at him with a pale face.

Eleven's expression was very excited, but he didn't have the strength. He opened his mouth slowly. Because of his injury, his voice was extremely weak and hoarse: "Master... my son, Lily of the Valley was... Turkic..."

Shi Thirty-one brothers have always been the most capable people around him, but at this time, Shi Yi was so hurt that he couldn't even speak a word.

"Where is Madam?" Today Chen An'an brought people into the city with them. That was his heart and soul. Thinking that Chen An'an was still outside, Mu Jingchen said to Heishan: "Gather all the secret guards and guard here." people. You two, stay here honestly and don’t go out.”

After explaining, Mu Jingchen led the people and drove out. He was riding a horse. He had just walked out not far away when he heard movement from the front.

"Stop." She stretched out her hand and raised her hand to the back, Mu Jingchen stopped the people who were following behind, and rode forward on her own horse.Chen An'an was sitting on the horse protected by a hidden guard at this time, Mu Jingchen looked at it, and saw that although Chen An'an was a little embarrassed, he was not injured after all. He hugged his horse in front of him, and when his body wrapped around her, his hanging heart finally fell down.

"Fortunately, there are many people following me. Judging from the broken appearance, I'm afraid I have encountered a strong enemy." Mu Jingchen held the horse rope with one hand, and wrapped her body tightly with the other, with an unusually cold voice.

Trapped in his arms, Chen An'an hummed, nodded and said, "We were fine when we came out of the teahouse, but when we left the city, those people followed, and I was guarded behind, and I didn't see anything else clearly. But I can see clearly that the weapons they use are not long swords, but scimitars."

"It's a Turkic." Thinking of what Eleven said before, Eleven has been with him for so long, his eyes can't be wrong, and this scimitar, then, it must be a Turkic.

　Thank you Gu Liang who tipped Chacha today. If there are no accidents, there should be three shifts today.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)