Flourishing age's Medical concubine

"Gong childe." Lu Xiangxiang went to Wei Junmo and sat down. He looked at the man in front of him and stared at the dancing woman. He was slightly unhappy.

Wei Junmo turned back and looked at her without talking.

Lu Xiangxiang raised the wine bowl in his hand and said with a smile, "your sister is so beautiful. It seems that many young people in this tribe like her." Lu Xiangxiang also came with her father once before. At that time, she was the most popular woman here. Although she doesn't like these rough Beiyuan people, she won't be very comfortable now that the limelight has been robbed. Moreover, Gong childe's focused eyes at Gong Moran also made her very unhappy.

"Little sister is right. But... It would be a pity if Miss Gong, such a beautiful woman, matched with these Beiyuan men." Lu Yunfeng couldn't help saying when he heard what the little sister said here. Looking at the woman not far away, her eyes were full of amazement, "Gong childe, your sister... I don't know if there is a marriage."

Wei Junmo glanced at him and nodded silently. A glimmer of disappointment flashed in Lu Yunfeng's eyes.

"Ah? Now that Miss Gong has an engagement, don't let her get a gift from Beiyuan people. Otherwise it will be bad!" Lu Xiangxiang exclaimed.

Wei Junmo frowned, looked up and saw a tall and straight young man walking towards Nangong Mo with a fiery red fur of unknown animal. Wei Junmo stood up with his eyes darkened.

Nangong Mo stopped dancing with a little breath. Apart from riding and practicing martial arts, he hasn't been so presumptuous for a long time. Of course, dancing is very different from riding and practicing martial arts. Although Nangong Mo didn't learn dance before, this time he felt very good. Just about to turn back to see Wei Junmo, a figure stood in front of her. A tall and handsome young man blushed and handed a fiery red fur to her toilet face, kowtowing in a completely unfamiliar Central Plains Dialect: "send... To you, can you accept it?"

"Hmm?" Nangong Mo wondered.

The young man seemed even more flustered and said, "I... it's really me. The adult Wei Junmo stood in the open space, calmly looking at the young man who fell to the ground in front of him, waiting for him to get up and stand. After the young man was picked up by his people, he didn't continue to rush towards Wei Junmo, but turned to Nangong Mo sadly and said," I... I can't beat him. "

"It doesn't matter." Nangong Mo smiled faintly. In fact, she wanted to cry more when she saw the expression of Childe Wei.

The young man grabbed the fur pulled by the people around him and said, "this... For you. My name is... Tengger."

Nangong Mo was about to refuse. As soon as the young man put something into his hand, he turned and left. Nangong Mo had to hold the thing in his hand and was stunned: did she hurt a young man's beautiful heart?