Flourishing age's Medical concubine

The girl in Chinese took the man's arm and said in a charming voice, "brother Huang, what are you talking about with them? Just let someone catch them! These two bitches dare to deceive me and make a fool of me. I want to paint their faces!"

Qu Lianxing yawned lazily, with a beautiful mood. "Just say it when you are jealous. I also know... I am really jealous."

"You..."

"Master, what's the matter with you? Mr. Qin said he was separated from you?" Shang Qiao squeezed out from behind the crowd and ran quickly to Nangong mo.

"Ah... Ah Qiao?" behind him, a trace of surprise flashed on the young man's face, some uncertain.

Hearing his voice, Shang Qiao's body paused and became more stiff.

Nangong Mo picked Xiumei, comfortingly patted him on the shoulder and asked softly, "who do you know?"

"I don't know." Shang Qiao's voice was cold, and the expression on his face was cold, without any emotion. Nangong Mo seemed to see the child who was walking alone on the way to fight with others because of the misfortune of his mother and sister. Although Shang Qiao has become more active these days, people who know him know that the child is not as cheerful and clever as in front of Nangong ink. Treat ordinary people, but it is very alienated and indifferent.

The young man suddenly sank his face when he heard the speech, and said angrily, "presumptuous, you villain..."

"Unexpectedly what?" Shang Qiao turned around and stared coldly at the man in front of him. The young man looked at the girl in Chinese clothes and opened his mouth, but he didn't say anything. Although the girl was impatient, she was not a fool. She looked at the young man and then at Shang Qiao and said, "brother Huang, is he the child who followed the woman as my aunt said?"

The young man looked embarrassed and whispered, "Wei'er, I'll make you laugh."

The girl in Chinese clothes smiled and said, "how could it be? My aunt told me all these things. It's not brother Huang's fault. I won't care. But... Brother Huang should take him back."

Qu Lianxing, standing beside Nangong Mo, was slightly surprised. It seems that this daughter is not a naughty and impulsive girl. She is good for nothing. Just looking at her glance at Shang Qiao, Qu Lianxing, who used to be not only in the brothel but also in the back house of a rich family, can guess her seven points of intention.

Sure enough, the young man looked at the girl in Chinese with gratitude, "Vera, you are really a kind and virtuous girl."

A trace of hostility flashed through the bottom of Shang Qiao's eyes, but it soon disappeared and invisible. Lala Nangong Mo's sleeve said, "master, let's go back."

Nangong Mo glanced at the two men and women, nodded and said, "let's go." this was originally Shang Qiao's business. Since Shang Qiao didn't want to pay attention to her, she wouldn't have much to deal with for him. Nangong Mo gestured to Qu Lianxing to send the old man back. Then he took Shang Qiao and turned to go. Twenty two is by no means a decimal. There are so many onlookers on the scene. It is she who fights with the girl in Chinese clothes. If an old man is killed in the end, it is their fault.

"Stop!" seeing that they ignored themselves so much, the anger on the young man's face increased. "That's what your mother taught you? You don't know how to say hello to your father?"

Not to mention his mother, as soon as Shang Qiao heard the word, his hands held by Nangong Mo began to tremble. Finally he broke away from Nangong Mo's hand and quickly turned around and rushed towards the young man. The young man was stunned, but he didn't react. What did Shang Qiao want to do. Nangong Mo said in a dark voice, and his figure flashed behind Shang Qiao. One hand clasped his right hand and twisted behind him. When everyone was unaware, he took a cold shining dagger from his hand. No matter how Shang Qiao wants to revenge the man, he must not kill the man himself in the street. Killing his father by hand is definitely not something Shang Qiao at this age can bear. Nangong Mo doesn't care about a scum man's life, but he can't let this scum's life ruin Shang Qiao's next life.

"Master! Master, let me go!" Shang Qiao was obviously stimulated, lost his mind and kept struggling in Nangong Mo's arms.

Seeing this, the young man naturally understood Shang Qiao's action of rushing to himself. I'm afraid it was a bad comer. He was so angry that his face was livid, and his fingers were trembling at Shang Qiao, "evil son! Do you still want to..."

A cold and fierce look stopped him from trying to export. Nangong Mo suppressed the disciples who wanted to struggle, and calmly ordered: "since it's the person Aqiao knows, let's talk in another place."

The young man and the girl in Chinese clothes are not fools. Apart from the initial anger and jealousy, it is natural to see that Nangong Mo and his party are not ordinary. Not to mention anything else, just look at Shang Qiao's dress. Although it is not gorgeous and rich, the fabric workmanship is superior and so on. When Shang Qiao's mother and son were driven out of the house, he knew what it was like. It had changed a lot in just how long. Obviously, they were lucky to meet a good family and were taken in. Just now he vaguely heard Shang Qiao calling the woman in blue... He couldn't help feeling a little more contemptuous when he thought of this. He is a scholar. What can a woman teach the boy?

"What do you want to do?" the girl in Chinese clothes stared at them warily and said in a high voice: "don't try to bully others. Don't try to act recklessly because there are many of you. We also have people with us."

Qu Lianxing looked around silently and asked, "this girl says a lot. Do you mean this little guy?" the other party is a man and a woman. Although there are one man and two women here, Shang Qiao said that the little guy is only eleven years old, okay? Where did you take advantage of them?

The young man's eyes turned around Nangong Mo and Qu Lianxing, and suddenly stretched out his hand to hold the girl and arched at them: "in that case, listen to the two girls."

Nangong Mo nodded and took Shang Qiao to walk outside. Soon the party came to a very clean lake not far from the night market. At this time, the night was heavy, and people on the street went to the night market to enjoy the lights. The lake was quiet and dark. Because of the Mid Autumn Festival, there is no curfew in the city tonight. Occasionally, I can see one or two people walking around the lake with lanterns, but it only makes the whole lake more quiet and dark.

Standing under the willow tree by the lake, Nangong Mo let go of Shang Qiao's hand and said faintly, "what's good for you to be so impulsive? If you really hate him so much, you can kill him for your teacher."

Shang Qiao bit his lip and didn't speak.

The young man who followed him happened to hear a half sentence behind Nangong Mo, and his face turned white. Just looking at Shang Qiao's eyes, he was really angry, "rebellious son, you want to kill your father?! it's so treacherous..."

"Shut up!" Shang Qiao said coldly with a small face, "your surname is Huang and my surname is Shang. What qualifications do you have to call yourself my father? My father is an animal. Are you an animal?"