Flourishing age's Medical concubine

Wei Junmo came over and looked down at the things in his hand. Nangong Mo suspected that he would pull out his sword and break it into pieces in the next moment. After all, it's better not to be too arrogant in other people's territory.

"How to do?" she asked a Beiyuan girl beside her. Perhaps the confusion on her face was so obvious that the girl understood her meaning. Smilingly waved his hand to show that it didn't matter. He pointed to the things in her hand and said a Beiyuan dialect. Nangong Mo just had a hard time hearing the words "gift" and "friend". She nodded slightly, and the girl nodded, turned around and ran away.

Well, consider it an ordinary gift. In short, we can't let Wei Junmo destroy this thing here, otherwise we're afraid we'll really make public anger.

Carefully put things away, Nangong Mo pulled Wei Junmo back to his tent.

In the tent, it was quiet. The fiery red fur was still placed by the bed. Nangong Mo sat aside and looked helplessly at the man in front of him. She felt that Wei Junmo was obviously more interested in this fur than her. Sighed and stood between fur and Wei Junmo. "Are you really angry? Wei Junmo, I didn't know you were so stingy."

"HMM." Mr. Wei nodded, "I've always been stingy."

Nangong Mo clenched his teeth and tried to resist his impulse to come forward and bite him. "I was wrong to say we were brothers and sisters. What do you say? Can't you listen to you?" Wei Junmo stretched out his hand to pull her into his arms and sighed softly, "I'm not angry." just seeing someone confess to her in public, he couldn't help but want to tear the man.

"That's right." Nangong Mo said with a smile, "who else can I see with a man like childe Wei?"

Wei Junmo's eyes were dim, raised his hand and stroked her delicate red lips, saying: "flawless just... Very good-looking."

Nangong Mo smiled and said, "I dance very well?"

Wei Junmo nodded.

"I'll show you again when I have a chance, okay?"

Wei Junmo nodded, "you can only jump to me."

"Naturally. But... Beiyuan men also love dancing. I haven't seen Junmo dance yet."

Young master Wei's face suddenly darkened, and Nangong Mo burst out laughing. Well, although Mr. Wei is handsome, unmarried and charming, he... Looks at this cold face. No matter how graceful the dance is, it seems a little... Strange with this indifferent cold eye.

The more you think about the scene of Prince Wei dancing, the more Nangong Mo wants to laugh. Finally, he couldn't help laughing over his stomach and fell into the arms of Wei Junmo. Childe Wei leaned over and picked up the man and threw him on the bed. The people who still didn't know what to do continued to giggle until a dark shadow came up and knew that things were bad.

"Well..."

A finger wind extinguished the candle not far away. In the dark, Nangong Mo struggled to escape. Above, the man's low voice sounded, "flawless, I'm still angry."

"Wei Junmo, you bastard! Aren't you angry?"

"Well, I'm angry. You laugh at me."

In the distance, bright and heroic songs and cheers came faintly. In the tent, faint chants and gasps flowed in the dark. The grassland in early autumn has a slight chill, but there is a hot spring in the tent.

Early in the morning, Nangong Mo sat on the slope and looked at the cattle and sheep eating grass leisurely on the grass in the distance. There is also the distant and vast tune of the herders. By the lake, young girls are washing clothes. A curl of cooking smoke rose near the tents behind him. What a peaceful and peaceful picture of grassland life.

There was a slight sound of footsteps behind him. Nangong Mo turned back and saw Wei Junmo walking towards him.

Wei Junmo silently walked to her and sat down. Nangong Mo looked at the distance and sighed, "I'm leaving tomorrow. I'm really reluctant to give up."

"Come back later." Wei Junmo said.

Nangong Mo nodded. In fact, they all know that they don't know when to come again next time. Even if you come to this place, there may not be people. Even if there are people, they may not be the people you see now.

"Play me a tune." Nangong Mo said.

Wei Junmo was silent. He didn't take his flute or Xiao with him. I picked a blade of grass from a distance and put it on my lips, and the long song came out of my lips.

The tune is different from that of the herdsmen outside the pass, but it is not Jiangnan minor. But a little more vast and desolate. Nangong Mo didn't have time to think about it. The music style changed again and became a lot happier and lighter. The girls who were washing clothes in the distance also looked back at the sound and pointed to the two people here talking and laughing.

Nangong Mo held his chin and listened to his music quietly. He leaned his head against his arm and smiled.

Why regret? As long as he is around, it seems easy to feel happy and happy wherever he is.

At the end of the song, Nangong Mo asked curiously, "what song is this? I haven't heard it."

Wei Junmo said, "just blow it."

Nangong Mo shrugged. Well, is someone a genius.

"Gong childe, Gong girl."

They turned around and Lu Qilin came over with a pair of children. Looking at them, he couldn't help laughing and said, "you are still two leisurely people. I really envy you."

Nangong Mo said with a smile, "we have nothing to do. How dare we compare with Mr. Lu. Mr. Lu must earn a lot of gold and silver this time."

"Miss Cheng's auspicious words." Lu Qilin arched his hands and smiled.

Wei Junmo took Nangong Mo to stand up. Nangong Mo asked curiously, "has Mr. Lu finished his work here?" Lu Qilin said with a smile: "the herdsmen still have some medicinal materials to prepare. We can prepare them today. We can go on the road early tomorrow morning." Lu Qilin naturally won't tell them about business.

Nangong Mo nodded without asking, but said, "which tribe will we go to next?"

Lu Qilin shook his head and said with a smile, "girl, it's not something we can decide. We can only roughly decide the direction and know where people will live. It's not necessarily which tribe we can meet."

Lie! If so, how many lives can he give to a tribe that specializes in robbing or hating the people of the Central Plains?

Thinking so, Nangong still smiled brightly on his black face and sighed: "we don't know anything about outside the pass. I hope everyone is as kind and kind as the people of this tribe."

Lu Qilin said with a smile: "although you can rest assured, our Lu family has been on this road for more than ten years. At least the safety can be guaranteed."

"That's good." Nangong Mo nodded. "I don't know. Mr. Lu came to find us at this time, but what do you want to say?"