The group pet villain is three years old

Chapter 237 The Bent Old Man
In the corner, a young man with a jade tree facing the wind has been listening to the conversation here.

He also noticed the guards on the street. Hearing that the imperial concubine was injured, he couldn't sit still anymore and quietly rolled over from the window sill.

The miscellaneous voices of those people still echoed in my ears.

"What's the reward?"

"That's amazing, the title of first-rank prince, a thousand acres of fertile land, ten thousand taels of gold."

The people who went away hooked their lips when they heard this sentence. It seems that the prince's position was tailor-made for him.

The sky gradually brightened, and Nanmo City returned to Yuanzheng Palace after writing the reward order.

Nan Wanyan's face was still pale, and she didn't have any symptoms of waking up.

Nan Xiyin was still soundly asleep, and Nan Mocheng didn't bother them.

buckle buckle......

It was Chang An who knocked on the door, "Your Majesty, an old man came from outside the palace and said he could save your mother."

"Please."

"But..." Chang An hesitated, "Your Majesty, the person who unveiled the imperial list is dressed strangely and looks sloppy. He looks to be at least 80 years old, and his eyes are narrowed. The old slave looks like he can't see anything." How can I save my mother?"

"Please come in." Nanmo City's order cannot be doubted.

Those who dare to reveal the imperial list must have some real skills, Nan Wanyan's breath is getting weaker and weaker, and he doesn't want to let go of any chance of survival.

"Yes." Chang An trotted out and asked someone to bring the old man into the palace.

When Nanmocheng saw the person coming, he finally understood Chang An's worry.

A navy blue robe was covered with patches, it smelled like it hadn't been washed in months, and it was dirty all over.

Some weeds were still hanging, and the stains on the cuffs made the fabric stiff.

The furrows on his face are so wrinkled that a fly can be crushed to death. He is more than 80 years old.

Squinting his eyes, holding a cane, he looked around, as if he didn't see where Nanmo City was.

These Nanmo City have endured, what's the matter with the hair?

The dark beard, fiery red hair, and stooped figure are incongruous no matter how you look at it.

The old man bowed to the pillars beside Nanmo City, and said in a hoarse voice, "Grassmen see the emperor."

At that moment, the moment the old man bent over, the raging anger in Nan Mocheng's eyes could not be stopped.

Chang An was terrified, so he just said, this is not a person who can see a doctor, he wants to give away his life innocently, it's okay to imitate the young people and expose the imperial list.

Nanmocheng walked over, the old man's crutches were still stuck everywhere, pretending to be calm, but actually his heart was jumping with fear.

What is Nanmo City going to do?

Shouldn't you recognize him?

"Ouch………"

Nan Mocheng kicked the old man's leg, burning with anger.

Wan Yan's life was at stake, and he was still in the mood to play.

"Dugu Xiaoming, what the hell are you doing?"

Dugu Xiaoming: "..."

Dugu Xiaoming, who was still hugging his legs and howling, stopped pretending, it was boring.

Taking off the hood, Dugu Xiaoming looked at Nanmo City in disbelief, very puzzled: "No, I'm already like this, how did you recognize me?"

Nan Mocheng didn't have the heart to mess around with him, "Look at your hand."

"Ah?" Dugu Xiaoming rolled up his sleeves, only to remember that there was a tattoo of Monkey King on the top of his wrist.

It should be when he just saluted and bowed, he accidentally showed it.

"Cut, it's not fun. What's wrong with your wife? I heard that she was attacked by an assassin, and someone in the world could hurt her. It's impossible."

Dugu Xiaoming couldn't figure it out, no one knew Sikong's ability better than him.

(End of this chapter)