Flourishing age's Medical concubine

Wei Junmo frowned, looked up at Han ying'an and said coldly, "what's the matter?"

Han ying'an choked and his face turned red with anger. "It's OK for Princess Xingcheng to appear in public as a woman, but she's still discussing such... Such an immoral thing with a man. Don't you feel ashamed?"

Xia seventeen glanced lazily at Han ying'an and said, "how can it be immoral for me to discuss with this girl how to raise flowers? Even if I want to marry a beautiful woman to help raise flowers, it has nothing to do with this..."

"As the saying goes, do prostitutes see adultery?" Nangong Mo youyou said.

Xia seventeen stroked, "I see. Ah?! it turns out that the beautiful girl is the famous Princess of Xingcheng. It's lucky to see the princess's face."

"..." really, it's too fake.

Nangong Mo showed a fake smile, "young master, you are ridiculous."

"You... You!" Han ying'an trembled with anger. He boasted that he was born of a scholarly family and his father was a great Confucian like Han min. Although it was a little hard for Han min to be demoted in the early years, no one dared to run on him like this. Suddenly a little angry and unscrupulous, "what a shame!"

Xia seventeen's eyes were cold, but he soon showed a more gentle smile. Looking at Han ying'an, he smiled meaningfully, "Oh? Shameless? Please give me some advice."

Han ying'an said coldly, "in broad daylight, it's not shameless to hook up with a married woman. What's it? The princess of Xingcheng talked with other men in front of her husband... Hum!"

Xia seventeen looked at Wei Junmo with a smile. Wei Junmo glanced at him coldly and didn't bother to talk to him at all. Raised his head, looked at Han ying'an indifferently and asked, "how do you want to die?"

Han ying'an was so frightened that he stepped back two steps and bumped into the table behind him, making a mess behind him. "What do you... What do you want? I'm an imperial envoy!"

"Eh? It's the imperial envoy of the imperial court." Xia seventeen said with a smile, "it seems that I'm lucky today. I'll meet a noble one day."

Nangong Mo smiled lightly and said, "maybe it's because, young master Xia, you are also a noble person."

Xia seventeen was in a good mood. "Beautiful girl, you boast that I'm happy. This guy... Why don't you just give me the food? Promise to give you a breath?"

Nangong Mo went to see Wei Junmo. Wei Junmo had taken back his eyes and directly moved the dishes Nangong Mo liked just sent up to her, "flawless, eat."

Did you agree?

Xia seventeen gets up and walks to Han ying'an. Han ying'an is alert to Wei Junmo, but he doesn't pay attention to Xia seventeen. Just looked at him proudly, "what do you want to do?"

Xia seventeen said with a smile, "don't be nervous. How about we talk in another place?"

"Hum, I don't have time to talk to other people." Han ying'an said angrily. He just lost face because of the man in purple. Naturally, he was not in a good mood to talk to him.

"Come on, let's have a chat." Xia seventeen was not surprised at all, and almost posted it on Han ying'an. "Come on, meet new friends. I'll show you the good baby I found today. I'm sure you'll be in the mood to talk to me."

Because he turned his back to Nangong Mo and others, no one saw what he showed Han ying'an. Then he saw Han Yingan follow Xia seventeen with a stiff look. When Xia seventeen left, he happily waved to them to say goodbye.

Upstairs, it was quiet. While eating lunch, Nangong Mo couldn't help asking, "it's not your character to let Han ying'an go so easily."

Prince Wei's lips slightly aroused a cold smile, "Han ying'an will only be worse if he falls into his hands."

Nangong Mo thought for a moment, nodded and said, "my Lord, it's really a wonderful flower."

On that night, an anecdote happened in the largest brothel in the busiest flower street in Anxia city. It is said that there was a distinguished guest with extraordinary momentum and great pomp. At first glance, he was a distinguished but eccentric guest. The men in the brothel always have some unspeakable quirks, but this one's quirks are unbearable to the girls in the building.

It turned out that I don't know how, I don't like being abused, but being abused. It is said that his favorite thing is to tie himself up and let the serving girls whip him. And it's not the kind of random smoking or the kind of smoking that represents interest, but the kind that really needs to be smoked. In this way, the girl who served him was so frightened that she vomited out. However, the master didn't think it was enough, so he had to change the girl to come again. Finally, the master's ecstatic cry could be heard all over the building.

The next day, the whole brothel closed for one night. It is said that... There are four or five red card girls in the building who are scared to have more nightmares. Other girls look at the bloody person who has been pumped, and they are scared to soften their legs and can't receive guests at all.

In a teahouse not far from the flower street, Nangong Mo sat by the window of the teahouse and just saw someone hurriedly carried out of the flower street. The flower street was narrow and too badly hurt to sit in a sedan chair, so it was carried out on a simple stretcher. Although he was covered with a quilt, Nangong Mo still saw the scarred appearance from his careless exposed face and hands.

Behind them, the whole teahouse was discussing what happened in the brothel last night. I don't even know who took out Han Yingan's identity. People lamented one after another. Unexpectedly, the son of the great Confucian and the third grade official of the imperial court still had such a strange and frightening hobby. It's really frightening the simple Anxia people.

"You're right. It's even worse for Han Yingan to fall into his hands." if he is only smoked by Wei Junmo or even killed, he can at least leave a good reputation. Maybe Xiao Qianye can give him a reputation for dying for his country or something. But now... Whether Han Yingan's injury can be cured or not, even if it is, this man should almost be destroyed.

Childe Wei said nothing, but his eyes flashed faintly from the people who were carried downstairs. If Han ying'an thinks it's just such a lesson, he can only say that he thinks too much of Childe Wei.

"Flawless, it's time for us to start."

Nangong Mo nodded, "OK, let's start with breakfast." although they all know where someone is now, I'm afraid someone won't talk to them seriously until they get to Xizhou.

A month later, when the news of Han Yingan's serious injury and death reached Xizhou, when someone was gnashing his teeth by Han min, someone said he was innocent: it was just a skin injury. Even if it looked like blood, how could he die of serious injury? Moreover, the wound is good and bad, bad and good. It's tossed and tossed again and again. It's like a willow disease. It's poisoned, a group of fools!