Flourishing age's Medical concubine

After smashing all four men, the child stopped and looked at the rolling man sneering.

There was a voice coming from the village not far away. Nangong Mo grabbed the kid and flew away from the place.

After running out of the field for several miles at one breath, Nangong Mo just put people down. When he looked down, he saw that the kid who had just laughed very ferociously burst into tears, but he didn't cry at all, and Nangong Mo didn't find it. Sighed. Nangong Mo didn't know how to comfort the child who had just lost his mother and sister. Sorry, by the way? Think about it. If someone told her what had happened to her elder brother and younger sister in her previous life, she would let that person mourn with her.

After thinking about it, Nangong Mo said, "I asked someone to help you collect your mother and sister. Now you can see them when you go back." he took out some silver coins about ten Liang and handed them to him. "If you don't have a place to go... How about I ask someone to adopt you?" in fact, there are very few children in Yuezhou, However, since Nangong Mo wants to do it, he will deal with it properly. If not, it's just fate to see the child's experience all the way.

The child didn't take the money, but stared at Nangong mo.

Nangong Mo blinked. She really didn't have much experience with children of this age. Princess Mingyu of King Yan's residence is about the same age, but Mingyu is a girl and a concubine. They are not common, and Mingyu won't lose her temper in front of her.

The child bit his lips and stared at Nangong Mo for a long time. Suddenly, he fell on his knees with a thump.

"What are you doing?"

"I want to worship you as my teacher!" the child shouted.

"..." you make me uncomfortable, just to worship me as a teacher?

He stretched out his hand to pull him up and asked, "why do you worship me as a teacher?" the child struggled and refused to get up. "I want to learn martial arts, and no one will dare to bully me again. If I can learn martial arts, my mother and sister will not die!"

Nanxiang Mo sighed, "martial arts is not omnipotent. It's not convenient for me to teach you martial arts. If you want to learn, it's not difficult. I'll find someone else to teach you." although Zixiao hall has been dissolved, it still needs fresh blood. This kid, Nangong Mo, just looked at it and knew that he was a seedling of martial arts and had a bit of love for talent.

"No! I will worship you as a teacher!" the child said firmly, his eyes shining at Nangong mo.

Nangong Mo picked his eyebrows and said, "if I don't accept you, what can you do?"

The child pursed his lips and didn't speak. He was almost stained without dirt. On his small face, only a pair of eyes were full of stubbornness and persistence. Nangong Mo said, "if you can keep up, just keep up." after that, he stopped caring about him, and Nangong Mo turned and walked forward.

Although the lightness skill is not used, Nangong Mo's own martial arts are also extraordinary. Walking forward, as long as she speeds up a little, it's not something that a child less than her chest can catch up with. After a while, the panting child was left far behind.

When Nangong Mo returned to the broken temple, Liu Hanzheng and several bodyguards were converging on the bodies of the mother and daughter. Just put on a clean one, and a thin coffin filled the mother and daughter together.

"Princess." seeing Nangong Mo coming back, Liu Han couldn't help looking behind her. I couldn't help being disappointed that I didn't see the child. I thought something had happened to the child.

Nangong Mo nodded, "are you ready?"

Liu Han said, "it's ready to be buried now. The identity of the mother and son has been found out. They belong to a scholar in Huangjia village 20 miles outside the city."

"How could the scholar's family be reduced to this? I heard... Their mother and son were driven out of the house?"

Liu Han sighed, and there was some anger in his eyes, "The child's grandfather was originally a teacher who betrothed his daughter to his students and died a few years ago. The old lady of the Huang family seemed very unhappy with her daughter-in-law. As soon as her father-in-law died, she decided to give her son a concubine and gave birth to a dragon and Phoenix fetus. It was nothing. The family could support a scholar, and the family was ok, but the past two years have been good No, it's even worse for their family. A month ago, the old lady wanted to sell the little girl and her mother. Naturally, the woman refused and hurt her husband under the dispute. As a result... She was beaten, the mother and son were driven out of the house penniless, and the dowry was not allowed. She had no choice but to live in this broken temple. "

After hearing this, Nangong Mo could only be silent. Such things would not happen to people like them. Even if they did, they could be solved. But it was really a fatal thing for these ordinary women. No wonder the child had to learn martial arts.

When he was silent, he saw a small figure running towards this side not far away. He fell down in front of Nangong Mo, raised his head and clenched his teeth and said, "I'm following. You want to call me martial arts."

Nangong Mo sighed and whispered, "go and see your mother and sister first."

The funeral of the mother and daughter was very simple. They just dug a pit not far behind the broken temple and buried it directly. The child knelt in front of his mother's and sister's grave for a long time without saying a word. Nangong Mo didn't bother him, but just stood watching from a distance.

I don't know how long it took before I saw the child stand up and finally look at his mother's and sister's grave and run towards Nangong Mo, "master, let's go."

Nangong Mo raised his eyes and looked at the new tomb not far away. There was only a tombstone on the head of the tomb, which read several decent words, "mother, the tomb of the Shang family." it was obvious that the woman's mother's surname was Shang and did not have her husband's surname.

"What's your name?" Nangong Mo asked.

The child said, "my name is Shang Qiao."

"That Joe?" Nangong Mo asked.

"Huairou hundred gods, and Heqiao mountains." the child said.

Nangong Mo raised his eyebrows and said, "have you read?" it's not uncommon for the scholar's child to have read, but the child looks only eight or nine years old. It sounds like he should have read a lot of books.

Shang Qiao's face was dim and whispered, "my mother taught me."

"Where's your father?"

Shang Qiao was silent for a moment, with a sarcastic smile on his face. "He can't do anything except read those nonsense." obviously, he despised his father very much. He even abandoned his original surname. Naturally, he has made up his mind to break up with the Huang family.

Nangong Mo raised his hand and patted him on the head. "Don't laugh like that. Since you've made up your mind, come with me."