Flourishing age's Medical concubine

Nangong Mo put down the teacup in his hand and said faintly, "do you have any comments from Lord Qi? Or do you have any better ideas?"

With a gloomy face, the governor of Youzhou asked, "I don't know how many talents the princess wants. When? I also want to do something for Youzhou."

Nangong Mo thought for a while and said, "two thousand people?"

A mouthful of tea was almost sprayed out by the Youzhou chief envoy. He coughed several times before he calmed down. He raised his voice and said, "how much?"

"Two thousand, Lord Qi, if you don't think it's enough, you can..." anyway, there are not many people in King Yan's residence. Nangong Mo thought without pressure.

"That's enough!" the Youzhou envoy said flatly.

Nangong Mo slapped his hand and said with a smile, "that's enough. Since adults don't have any opinions, we'll do it according to adults' wishes."

"...." when will you follow my advice? The governor of Youzhou wanted to make a hole in Nangong mo. Unfortunately, Nangong Mo sat at the bottom and didn't ask when he heard the wind. He let you see that heaven and earth are old, and I'm calm.

Finally, the Youzhou government envoy had to step back. A thousand troops were sent from Youzhou city and a thousand from King Yan's house to patrol outside the city. If all the people of King Yan's residence go, they will be more speechless in Youzhou in the future.

Deep in the Cuiwei mountain, Gong Yuchen stood under a big tree and looked up at the sky. The moonlight fell on him from the treetops, making the silver mask on his face more charming and gloomy. A man in black silently appeared not far behind him and said in a deep voice: "Pavilion master." Gong Yuchen turned back, glanced at him and said faintly: "what?"

The man in Black: "thousands of troops and horses have been sent to Youzhou city just now. Now there are soldiers from King Yan's residence within 50 miles outside Youzhou city. Our people..."

Gong Yuchen laughed in a low voice and said with a little admiration, "is it Xiao Mo'er's handwriting again? She has never disappointed us. Do you say... All the soldiers of King Yan's residence?"

The man in black shook his head and said, "no, half of them are soldiers and horses stationed in Youzhou."

Gong Yu Chen nodded and said, "with that fool's ability, I can only do this."

The man in black frowned and couldn't help asking, "what shall we do now, sir?" the princess of Xingcheng put a large number of troops outside the city, and their space to move became very limited. This is not a good thing for them. Gong Yuchen didn't care about the tunnel: "withdraw all the people in the open face. If you bump into Xiao Mo'er's hand, don't blame me. It's you."

"Yes, pavilion master." the man in black replied in a deep voice. The Lord's ruthlessness is as powerful as his resourcefulness. People familiar with him will never doubt his words. If they accidentally fall into the hands of Princess Xingcheng, the pavilion Lord will never save them.

Gong Yuchen looked up at the sky and said, "it's almost time."

"Pavilion Lord, we still want..." before he finished, he looked at Gong Yuchen coldly. Under the cold mask, a pair of black eyes looked more cold and evil, which made people shiver in their hearts. Quickly shut up and respectfully said, "yes, your excellency."

Young master Xiange sat on the roof and slowly poured a pot of wine into his mouth. At night, the scenery at the foot of the mountain was shrouded by the night and disappeared into the boundless darkness. Only on the hillside not far away, there were candles flickering gently in a small courtyard. Looking at the light of the star, young master Xiange smiled, shook his head, looked up and drank another sip of wine. A drop of wine fell from the lips and went into the collar along the slender neck. Only the clear aroma of wine floated out.

With a smile, the string song put the wine pot aside, took the piano not far away, picked it gently with your fingertips, and the melodious sound of the piano poured out from your fingertips.

In the small yard on the hillside, the old man held the wine pot and muttered, "what's the boy doing? He's crazy at night."

On the other side, the martial uncle, who was holding a volume of ancient books, flashed slightly in his eyes and said faintly, "I'm probably in a bad mood. I'll have a look."

The old man snorted twice and waved impatiently to him to go.

Under the dim moonlight, the sound of the piano is gurgling like nine Youling springs, and sometimes sobs and resentments, like the sorrow of all ghosts. Deep in the woods, those who heard the sound of the piano couldn't help shaking their minds and couldn't help themselves. The slightly weaker ones even looked sad and raised their weapons to kill themselves. Seeing that the man in black was not good, the leader quickly roared: "do it!"

The man who had been confused came back to himself. He looked blankly at the weapons around his neck and was scared into a cold sweat. Until this time, I didn't understand why young master Xiange was called the best of both zither and medicine in the Jianghu. His zither skills were as terrible as his medical skills.

The string song childe sneered, let go of the string at his fingertips and said faintly, "since you're here, come out."

Before the words fell, a group of people in black had quietly appeared outside the hospital, which surrounded the whole courtyard.

"I won't kill the nameless rats if someone reports his name." Xian Ge sits on the piano and says calmly.

The man in black, led by him, sneered: "young master Xiange is joking. We are anonymous, and cheap names are not worth mentioning."

Xian Ge nodded in agreement. "It's really cheap enough. People in the water Pavilion, isn't it? If you can go back alive, remember to tell Gong Yuchen that today's revenge will be calculated by my childe himself sooner or later."

"Since I'm here, I don't want to go back alive. If you have a life, you'd better ask yourself." the man in Black said in a deep voice and waved his hand, "go! You must kill childe Xiange!"

"Yes!"

These people in black were obviously the dead of the water Pavilion. Hearing the leader's order, they immediately rushed towards the roof. Young master Xiange sneered, but he didn't even move his hand. The person who rushed to the front said it was bad. A faint faint fragrance came from nowhere. The aroma was intoxicating and people couldn't help but want to take another sip

incorrect! A pain in the heart. The man in the air Fell powerlessly into the hospital, even trembled, and his seven orifices bled without breath.

Seeing this, the others quickly backed out, but there were still several people who fell to the ground trembling. Looking down at the dead companions on the ground, everyone couldn't help taking a cold breath. All the people on the ground are bleeding from the seven orifices, and their faces still retain a ferocious and distorted look. Obviously, although the poison hair is very fast, it is also very painful.

"Cover your mouth and nose, hold your breath and go again!"

Several people in black jumped up and rushed in the direction of the string song childe on the roof of the courtyard. Young master Xiange gently plucked the strings twice, and the sound was clanking. Several concealed weapons were shot out of the piano, and the man in black quickly turned to dodge. It was only in this moment that a rattan net rose from the yard, and all the people hit the rattan net and then screamed bitterly. After the rattan net, the handsome face of young master Xiange looked more and more elegant and dusty in the dim moonlight.