Divine Doctor Concubine

Chapter 424

When Feng Wushang who rushed over heard about the mistress, something must have happened to Murong Jiujiu again, and now he couldn't care about it so much, when he saw the icy lake water, the blossoming blood red.

Feng Wushang only felt his heart suddenly stagnate, without thinking, he jumped down quickly, at this moment, he only knew that he had to save her, otherwise the woman named Murong Jiujiu would die.

"Brother Wushang..."

"Homeowner..."

There were whispering voices around him one after another, and no one expected that the honorable man like a phoenix would personally go into the water to save someone.

"Brother Wushang, it's cold down here, it's fine to let the servants do this kind of thing..." Princess Yuran was full of distress, and walked over in a hurry, but Feng Wushang had already dived into the water.

It was easy to do it, and Murong, who was soaked in the water, fell into a coma because of being hit hard on the head by a wooden stick, and hugged Murong Jiujiu, whose life and death were unknown.

And when the cold body was touched, it seemed like a little animal that was in a state of embarrassment and was on the verge of death. Even if it died, it still curled up its body vigilantly, so pitiful and helpless.

Feng Wushang didn't even dare to look at Murong Jiujiu's ghostly pale face.

Because if he read it, he wondered if he could control his temper.

"Brother Wushang..."

Princess Yuran came up pitifully. Before, she had clearly heard that Brother Wushang didn't like this woman, so he even put her in shackles. In Xishan, the status of a woman who has been shackled is very low.

But why does he...

Before she could finish her sentence, Princess Yuran met Feng Wushang head-on, with a very cold gaze, a gaze that wished to crush her to ashes, as sharp as a knife.

The startled Princess Yuran immediately froze in place, because she had never seen Brother Wushang look at her with such eyes so far, which made her feel as if she had fallen into an ice cave.

"Brother Wushang..."

"Don't let me know it's about you."

The thin lips parted slightly, Feng Wushang's eyes were still cold and cold on Feng Wushang's wet and handsome face, and his tone was even more indifferent and warning to the extreme.

After saying that, Feng Wushang walked out of the icy artificial lake, he didn't care about the fact that he was covered in water, he only hugged Murong Jiujiu, whose life and death were unknown, and walked towards Qixia Hall with big strides.

"Prepare hot water immediately."

Qingyan was also startled by Feng Wushang's eyes just now, and spoke quickly.

All the people present here now only know that even if the sky falls today, it will not be as big a matter as the family's main hot water, so it will take less than a moment.

The soup pool where Qixiatang bathes has been filled with warm water.

Wearing wet clothes, Feng Wushang hugged Murong for a long time, stepped directly into the soup pool, and the hot water immediately wrapped them all around.

Murong Jiujiu's almost frozen body, like ice meeting the warm sun, finally relaxed slightly.

"Murong Jiujiu."

Feeling the delicate body in his arms softening inch by inch, Feng Wushang finally secretly heaved a sigh of relief, she is not dead, she is still alive, that's good... At this moment he slowly lowered his head.

Finally saw her pale face, her tightly closed eyes, and her trembling lips.

The most hideous thing was the wound on the forehead, a layer of black and messy black hair was stuck there, but the blood was still seeping through the hair, and little by little fell into the bathing water under them.

Like a little falling plum.

Also like a god of death, pulling away from her life little by little.

Wei Wei couldn't believe it.

In Mingli, in the hands of that man, the peony, who was infinitely proud of her beauty and doted on like pearls and treasures, came to her Xishan Mountain, but was she going to wither little by little in his Feng Wushang's hands?
For some reason, seeing Murong Jiujiu like this, Feng Wushang's heart suddenly felt complicated like never before.

He didn't want her to die, he just wanted to imprison her, who made her his destined wife.

However, the current Murong Jiujiu is like a lifeless puppet, lying in his arms limply and miserably, relying on the surrounding warm water to maintain his body temperature.

"Master, the water is cold."

After a long time, a cautious voice sounded.

"Patriarch, Dr. Lin is already waiting outside the hall."

"Get her changed."

Seeing that Murong Jiujiu's body temperature had almost recovered, Feng Wushang held Murong Jiujiu in his arms and stood up with a blank expression on his face. Although water was splashing all over his body, he ignored him and sent Murong Jiujiu into the bedroom.

After handing it over to Qingyan, he went to the side room to change his clothes.

When he came out, the entire Qixia Hall was already silent, Lan Feng just knelt in front of the door, and when he saw Feng Wushang coming out, he immediately blamed himself.

"The subordinates come to receive the punishment."

Originally, the bright and dark guards inside and outside Qixia Hall had already been selected, but because Murong Jiujiu was the first day to stay, there was no rush to catch wind.

He felt that even without these guards, no one would dare to touch Murong Jiujiu in the Feng family mansion.

But he didn't want to, just because he was so late, he almost caused a catastrophe, even though he didn't like Murong Jiujiu in his heart, since he was the one recognized by the master.

He must do his best to protect it.

"Now that you know where your fault is, then go down and receive the punishment yourself, two hundred sticks."

two hundred.

Even people who practice martial arts may not be able to bear it, not to mention that the Feng family's stick responsibility is not mixed in the slightest, so when this remark comes out, not only the wind shudders.

The people around who heard it widened their eyes slightly. Lan Feng is the close follower of the Patriarch, and because of a small negligence, he got such a heavy punishment.

It can be seen that the Patriarch is really angry this time.

"What about Yuran?"

"Reporting to Patriarch, Princess Yuran knew that she had caused trouble, and she is kneeling in front of the hall to receive the punishment," the guard said cautiously.

Ever since Feng Wushang returned to Huashan, he ordered people to burn all the purple clothes he loved in the past, and changed them all to black color overnight, so he is still wearing black brocade robe at this moment.

It's just a little different from the previous style.

However, the well-tailored robe set off his slender and straight figure with calm majesty, just like a black iron cold sword out of its sheath, just standing there like that gives people a great sense of oppression.

Today everyone knows that the Patriarch is furious.

But no one has ever seen that the Patriarch was so furious that even the guards who were three feet away from the door could feel the oppressive aura and dare not breathe.

"What the hell is going on?"

After Qingyan helped Murong Jiujiu change into clean clothes, she hurried over, she glanced at Princess Yuran who was kneeling in front of the hall, she didn't dare to hide it, and immediately explained the cause and effect of the incident verbatim.

(End of this chapter)