The Sickly Scion’s Petite Wife Is Sweet And Cool

Doctor Fang was stunned for a moment and looked at Mo Xu in confusion.

This is not the first time he has seen Mr. Mo Xu, but this person has always given people a sense of inscrutability.

The boy who was standing behind Dr. Fang silently walked to the side, poured a cup of tea and handed it to the past, and said respectfully, "Sir, have some tea."

Only then did Mo Xu realize that he had lost his temper, took the tea and took a sip, then put the teacup back into the child's hand.

After sitting back on the futon again, he said solemnly, "Tell me, what the hell is going on?"

Dr. Fang pressed the strange feeling in his heart and described the situation of Shangguan Han one by one.

After he finished speaking, Mo Xu scolded: "Idiot, the one in him is not Wangyousan at all, but..."

I don't know what to think, he shook his head again and again: "Impossible, there is no one in this world other than that person who can make that kind of medicine, but that person..."

Suddenly, the teacup in the child's hand fell to the ground, making the sound of the porcelain shattering, and the words in Mo Xu's mouth stopped abruptly.

Xiaotong knelt down in a panic and pleaded guilty: "Sir, Xiaotong didn't do it on purpose..."

Mo Xu squinted at him and said indifferently, "Get up, just clean up."

"Yes."

When Dr. Fang heard Wang You San from King An Le, he hurriedly asked, "Mo Xu will go first, you mean our people didn't succeed at all? Then who are you talking about?"

When he said this, his heart felt as if it had fallen into a cold pool, freezing to the bone.

If that person is his own, that's fine, otherwise, wouldn't he fall into someone else's trap?

Mo Xu's eyes turned cold, he didn't mention the man, and warned, "You just need to do what the young master explained. It's best not to ask about what you shouldn't know."

Doctor Fang's back shivered, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and he said in a trembling voice, "Yes, yes, the villain will not let the son down."

"Okay, you can go back, remember, you only have one last chance." Mo Xu waved his hand to drive away.

Dr. Fang stood up tremblingly, and was about to bow his hands to say goodbye, when the boy who was squatting on the ground picking up broken pieces of porcelain suddenly looked at the door and shouted, "Who?"

At the same time as his words fell, a silver needle flew out of Mo Xu's hand and shot through the wooden door.

Shen Yijia was startled and was about to avoid it when Song Jingchen who was standing beside him quickly grabbed her waist and swept back.

The wooden door opened with a bang, and the three people in the room came out one after another.

"I'm sorry, did I bother you?" Shen Yijia touched her nose with an innocent look on her face.

"You, you." Doctor Fang saw several people standing in the yard, and was so frightened that he fell to the ground.

Shen Yijia glanced at the three people who came out, put her eyes on Doctor Fang, and waved at him: "Haha, what a coincidence, are you here, Doctor Fang?"

An acquaintance who is very surprised by chance encounter.

Doctor Fang had only one thought in his mind: it was over.

I don't know if it was because I was scared or because I was getting old, and my eyes rolled and fainted.

There were four people standing in the courtyard, but Mo Xu's eyes were fixed on Shen Yijia, this face...

He said in surprise, "Who are you?"

Just a middle-aged man with a plain appearance, I don't know.

Shen Yijia glanced at him without answering, turned to look at Song Jingchen, and smirked, "I really didn't mean it."

She just scratched the itch, who knew that the people inside were so vigilant, and that stern shout also startled her, okay?

Song Jingchen didn't miss Mo Xu's eyes, he pulled her behind him, and his thin lips parted lightly, "It's nothing."

Judging from Doctor Fang's attitude towards him, this Mo Xu's identity must be unusual.

And what these people say is vague, even if you listen to it, you will not hear anything useful.

So whether it is discovered or not does not affect the overall situation, anyway, it is a dying person.

Mo Xu only then looked at the man wearing the mask in front of him, his eyes narrowed slightly: "Should I call you Young Master Shen, or Song Shizi?"

Song Jingchen didn't seem surprised that he knew what he meant, he just said lightly, "What's the difference?"

Mo Xu sneered: "Naturally, Song Shizi shouldn't stand, let alone appear in Xunyang."

Song Jingchen: "So?"

Mo Xu subconsciously moved a few steps towards Xiaotong: "Aren't you afraid that Emperor Chong'an would know about you?"

The corner of Song Jingchen's mouth raised a sarcastic arc, and he said with certainty, "Your son won't say no?"

Before he got the private army in his hands, that person would not let him die.

Not only that, but he will help him hide the private army matter to the death, otherwise, if Emperor Chong'an knows about it, he will lose more than the gain.

The more greedy people are, the more they want, but they don't know that they give their opponents a chance. The Xunyang incident is a good example.

Mo Xu's eyes sharpened: "You know my son, but unfortunately you don't know Mo."

After that, three silver needles flew out of his hands, pointing directly at Song Jingchen's life.

Song Jingchen hugged Shen Yijia and dodged away, three silver needles were nailed to the wooden fence behind them just now, the silver needles turned black all over, obviously highly poisonous.

The moment they avoided, Mo Xu pulled the little boy and wanted to turn around and run back to the wooden house.

Not wanting Fang to run a few steps, there was a sound of breaking air behind him, and Mo Xu was wrapped around his neck.

Shen Yijia raised her eyebrows, holding one end of the soft whip and dragging the person back with force.

Mo Xu fell on his back and fell to the ground. He pulled the soft whip with both hands and tried to open it. He blushed and stared at Shen Yijia: "You, you'd better let me go."

"That's all?" Shen Yijia blinked her eyes in disbelief. She thought she was going to fight, but she didn't expect...

Song Jingchen supported his forehead, helplessly reminding: "Be careful he uses poison."

At first glance, this person is proficient in poison, and his time is spent on making poison. Naturally, his skills are not very good.

I am afraid that the silver needle in one hand is his best skill, and he practiced it for the convenience of poisoning.

Mo Xu didn't know what Song Jingchen was thinking, otherwise he wouldn't have said that he didn't understand Mo.

"Oh." Shen Yijia was humbly taught, and took the soft whip back at the same time.

A look of joy flashed across Mo Xu's face, just as he turned over and was about to get up, he let out a pained cry and looked at his hands with a twisted expression.

I saw that his two palms were firmly nailed to the ground by two daggers.

He raised his head grimly and looked at Shen Yijia, who bared his teeth at him, but said to Song Jingchen, "Don't worry about him poisoning now."

Song Jingchen chuckled lightly, "Yeah."

"What do you guys think?" Mo Xu had long since lost his calmness at this time, and his eyes showed panic. If he couldn't use poison, he would be a waste.

At this time, Mo Yuan came back with the child who had sneaked away, threw it directly beside Mo Xu, and stood behind Shen Yijia with an expressionless face.

"If you don't want to die, just tell me who the young master you are talking about." Shen Yijia paused for a moment, pursed her lips and asked, "And who is the person you mentioned in there?"