Chapter 59

That ugly girl, why can be so biased by Mo Wang?

Moreover, that ugly girl just pushed away Mo Wang.

What a fool!

If King Mo was willing to hold them, they would be reluctant to give up and roll in his arms.

Mo Qingge, the ugly woman who is so cruel!

Mo Qingge's Lotus step moves gently, holding the sledgehammer in her hand, and gets closer to Jiang Yanran.

"Jiang Yanran, it's not over yet!" she said with a sneer

She hasn't hit the hammer yet.

Jiang Yanran face dew fear, crying for mercy: "let me go, let me go, let me go!"

"No, no, ah --"

Bang——

Words fall, she was mo Qingge volley a hammer hit out, hit on the arena railing, vomit blood, rolled a white eye, directly fainted.

Everyone was stunned.

This ugly girl, too cruel!

With the support of King Mo, is it lawless?

Only Gu Mian Mo stood in the same place, looking at her little princess for a moment. Her lips were slightly crooked, evoking a happy smile.

He likes such a little song better.

Mo Qingge put away the sledgehammer and clapped his hands. Then he was satisfied and whispered, "this is just the beginning!"

No matter Jiang Yanran, Mo Linlang, or other people, no matter who hurt her or humiliated her, she will get back ten times and one by one!

……

Mo Wang Fu, Qingshui hall.

Mo Qingge sits on the concubine's couch, looks down at the man squatting in front of him, and says in a hurry:

"Uncle Huang, it's nothing. It's just skin injury!"

Although she was caught off guard by Qin Liang's moves just now, fortunately, she was sharp and didn't get hurt.

The injury on her ankle was caused by accidentally bumping into the railing and abrading when she was avoiding.

As a doctor, she doesn't care much about this small injury. She can apply some ordinary hemostatic powder at most.

However, he looked nervous, as if he had been seriously injured.

Gu Mian Mo dropped her eyes, lifted her dress and took off her shoes.

Skin touch, like electric shock, Mo Qingge subconsciously dodged: "you don't have to do it yourself!"

"Don't move!"

There is no doubt that his tone is indifferent and gentle.

Mo Qingge sighed helplessly, and had to be obedient.

Looking at the bloodstains on her ankles, Gu Mian Mo's calm eyes revealed a rare heartache.

"Master, let Yunran do this little thing." Yunran also felt the resistance of the young lady, so he offered.

Master really cares about Miss.

No matter how seriously injured the master himself is, he is not at ease. But even if the young lady has scratched her skin, the master is very nervous.

"Zhixue powder!"

Gu Mian ink cold spit out three words.

Cloud dye will stop bleeding powder handed up, dare not say more, obediently out of the room.

I'd better not be a third party here.

The finger bone as long as jade took the Zhixue powder. Gu felt the ink carefully and applied it on her wound a little bit.

For a moment, Mo Qingge felt that this cold man had a gentle side.

However, the touch is fleeting. Mo Qingge recovers and asks, "Uncle Huang, how do you know that I am in the duel field today?"

I have to say that uncle Huang came in time today.

One second later, she may have been scum.

"Passing by."

Gu's tone is calm.

Mo Qingge

Can he give such a poor excuse?

"Cough..." she had to change the topic, "by the way, uncle Huang, I want to participate in the Shengzhou trial."

"I'll go when I'm well."

"There's a month left." Mo Qingge turns to the main topic a little bit, "so, before that, Ge'er wants a pure cultivation environment and continues to stay in the palace. It's not pure and bothers you, so..."

Gu Yinmo understood her meaning.

Xiaoge'er still wants to go.

"Good." So, he light answer a voice, "tomorrow, Emperor uncle let cloud Mo help you move."

Seeing that he agreed, Mo Qingge was overjoyed: "Uncle Huang, Ge'er doesn't want to leave in such a hurry. These two days, I will repair your meridians and clear the remaining poison before you leave."

It's a debt and reward to him.

After all, for her, it was just a lift.

Before she left, she would return the dowry given to her by Uncle Huang with interest.

In this way, they will not owe each other.

She can continue to be carefree after singing a song.

"Well."

Gu Mian Mo only answered one word, his indifferent face could not see half of his emotion.

……

After lunch, Mo Qingge personally sent the refined pills to Jizhu hall.

"Uncle Huang, these two pills can repair your meridians." Mo Qingge poured out two crystal clear pills from the jade bottle and fed him to swallow them.

She promised uncle Huang to repair all his broken meridians before leaving the palace.

But his meridians... Cold poison attack once had to break once, so Mo Qingge refined more than ten pills.

After all, this pill is only disposable.

As for the cold poison in Uncle Huang's body, it was too deep-rooted to be removed in a short time. Therefore, she did not dare to promise lightly.

Otherwise, if she had been detoxifying the cold and poison for a year and a half, wouldn't she have been staying in the palace for a year and a half?

"Lord." Cloud Mo asks urgently, "how do you feel?"

Gu Mian Mo said faintly: "Ge'er, I take pills, and I don't feel any abnormality."

The implication is that this pill can't detoxify him, so you can't go yet.

"Cough..." Mo Qingge explained hastily, "Uncle Huang, you have been suffering from severe poison and depression for a long time. Therefore, you need to take this decoction for three days and add acupuncture to repair it!"

After that, she took up one side of the decoction and said in a clever voice, "come on, uncle Huang, let me feed you."

Cloud Mo slightly sighed a breath, looking at in the side, there is a feeling of being stuffed with dog food.

In the next three days, Mo Qingge would come to Jizhu hall to deliver the soup and give the needle. He was still secretly happy, thinking that he would soon be able to live in the new house with his brother.

However, three days later, when Mo Qingge asked excitedly, "Uncle Huang, how do you feel?"

"I feel that the remaining poison in my body is still unclear."

"How could it be?" Mo Qingge bit his lower lip, revealing something unbelievable.

No, there must be no problem with the self-made pills. Is it because the poison in his body is too deep to repair?

So, Mo Qingge asked, "is there anything else wrong with Uncle Huang?"

"..." Gu Mian Mo was silent for a moment and said casually, "headache."

"Headache?"

"Cough, abdominal pain..." voice light.

"What else?" Mo Qingge asked.

"Heartache, chest pain."