Chapter 1190

"Go, look for it." The prince of royal guards shakes the folding fan and walks into Sandan street in a swaggering fashion.

"Little windbell, your mother will soon be all right. Are you happy?" Read the text for small wind bell cut the hair on the temples, full of love.

Xiaofengling nodded hard: "happy, I heard that in order to collect medicine for his mother, he was injured in the mountain and bitten by a poisonous snake. Are you OK, young man?"

Nianwen shook his head, stood up and turned around in front of her: "do you think I'm doing something like this?"

Xiao Fengling's eyes were slightly red: "I know you have been recovering from injuries since you haven't come for so many days. Just now, I'll come to see us. We don't know how to repay you."

She suddenly raised her head and stared at the text: "young master, when I grow up, when I grow up, I will marry the young master and repay him with my body, OK?"

Nianwen can't cry or laugh. He reaches out and rubs the hair of xiaofengling: "you little girl, you are really a little devil. Do you know what it means to report with your body?"

Xiaofengling nodded seriously: "I know, I know. The childe saved me and my mother. Later, I will be the childe's daughter-in-law and give birth to his children."

One side of the lotus Niang listened to this, embarrassed no way: "you this child, as far as you can say, people like Mr. Chu, how can they marry you?"

"Nianwen said with a smile," my sister-in-law doesn't have to scold her. She is still young and doesn't understand these things. When she grows up, she will understand them. "

She paused and said, "I have no selfish intention to help you, but I have done what I should have done as a doctor. You don't have to bear the burden or remember it. I don't need your reward. As long as you can do well, it's the best reward for me."

She secretly stuffed a silver note under lianniang's pillow and asked for something to pay attention to, so she left with the medicine box.

Just out of the door, he was stopped by a young man with a dirty face: "this young man is very familiar, but he came to Jincheng for the first time?"

Nianwen frowns. The young man's eyes make her very uncomfortable. There is an impulse in her heart to dig his eyes.

"What about the first time? What if it's not new? " Her face was cold, and she put on a look that didn't bother me. Unfortunately, the young man didn't seem to have this vision.

The young man stepped forward, his eyes were more and more wanton. He stretched out his folding fan to hook the young man's delicate chin. "Do you know who I am?"

Nianwen reaches for his hand and knocks down the folding fan in his hand. His palm is numb and painful, but it's an iron fan. I knew he didn't need to hit it.

"No matter who you are, show respect, or I will not be rude." She frowned and stepped back. She didn't want to be close to such a person. She was disgusted.

The young man picked up his eyebrows, swept the folding fan on the bottom of his eyes, and said with a smile, "I know you have a personality, young man." He took the folding fan and said proudly, "tell him who he is."

"This is one of the four famous young people in Jincheng, Mr. Wu," said the sharp tongued young man

Seeing the look of Nianwen's disdain, the young man hurriedly added: "you may not have heard of it when you first came to Jincheng, but you must have heard of Mr. Wu, the right servant of the Ministry of war of Kyoto. My son is Mr. Wu's nephew."

Read text to pick eyebrows: "so what?"

"Ah?" he said

"What about Lord Wu's nephew?" he asked