Divine Doctor Concubine

Chapter 440 each with their own minds

It seems to be a hunchbacked old man, but it gives people a very strange feeling.

Murong stood up involuntarily for a long time, walked to the window, through the wind and snow, finally saw the old man clearly, he was dressed in rags, like a beggar.

But on his head was a crown made of pure gold, and the crown was inlaid with gems of various colors, so this old man gave people a very nondescript feeling.

On the face like old bark, there is a kind of awesome majesty.

A pair of old eyes that could hardly be seen clearly, now through the sobbing wind and snow, also looked at Murong Jiujiu without blinking, and then, the old man suddenly smiled weirdly at her.

With a slight movement of his arm, he could see clearly that he was holding a small dirty leather drum in his hand, and the sound of the drum was tinkling.

Murong stood in front of the window sill for a long time, suddenly felt a colic in her stomach, as if it was her unformed child stirring up trouble in her stomach, the pain caused her to break out in cold sweat.

"what……"

She finally couldn't bear it anymore and cried out in pain.

And just as soon as he made a sound, he suddenly realized that he was still lying on the small couch just now, with a thick blanket wrapped around his body, and when he looked up at the window, it was also well closed.

What's going on, she had a dream.

"What's the matter with you, mistress? Did you have a nightmare?"

Shen Yue came over and asked worriedly.

Murong shook his head for a long time, only to realize that his forehead was covered with sweat, and his intuition told her that it was not as simple as a dream before, it seemed to indicate something.

Subconsciously, she touched her flat belly and asked, "Is it windy outside?"

Shen Yue was suspicious, and shook her head: "No, there is no wind, but I'm afraid it will snow at night."

After finishing speaking, Murong Jiujiu listened carefully, and found that there was indeed no cold wind whimpering in the dream outside, but the dream was so real, it really seemed to be happening.

"Where is Wushang?"

Murong Jiujiu asked in a low voice.

But just after asking, there were footsteps in the yard, it was Feng Wushang who came back, Murong Jiujiu turned his head to look through the crack of the door, and saw Feng Wushang shaking off the cold air from his body, and under the service of his attendants, he walked slowly. He took off his black cloak.

The handsome face was as cold as ice, but after seeing Murong looking around for a long time, it finally became warm, and said, "Are you awake?"

"Where have you been?"

Murong frowned for a long time, just like in Feng's house, she always liked to cling to Feng Wushang, especially when she came to Biezhuang, where there was no village or shop behind, she liked to keep track of Feng Wushang's whereabouts.

"Where did you go?"

Feng Wushang smiled and raised his hand to scratch her nose, as if he was about to say something.

I saw Chen Xiang coming in from the outside, as if he was holding something in his hand, he crushed it carefully and put it in the incense burner.

"What is it?"

"Spice, it can calm the mind and calm the mind," Feng Wushang said casually, but Murong knew for a long time without reason that this was definitely not some kind of spice that could calm the mind and calm the mind.

In other words, since they left Xiyue Capital, Feng Wushang became extremely silent.

He must have something to hide from her, this is Murong Jiujiu's intuition, but she didn't say it, but just when he and the two were thinking about each other, the closed doors and windows suddenly opened with a snap.

But it was definitely not blown away by the wind, but pushed away maliciously.

Murong Jiujiu looked intently, and saw outside the window, lying on his stomach was a little Huazi with a smirk on his face, like a bad boy who smashed someone's glass, made a face and yelled.

"Don't trust him, don't trust him, he invited the soul of the old monster, he wants to beat your womb...he wants to beat your womb...haha..."

While talking, Xiaojiahuazi smirked and ran away.

Murong looked at Feng Wushang without blinking for a long time.

Feng Wushang also looked at Murong Jiujiu without blinking, but his face was filled with a layer of cloud.

"Ah, why did that little beggar come here?"

Shen Yue and Chen Xiang were all startled.

At this time, there was a sound of fighting outside, and the warning voice of the Feng family's guards followed closely, "There are assassins..."

"I'll go out and see."

Feng Wushang turned around and left the room.

Shen Yue and Chen Xiang naturally also sensed the very weird atmosphere today, they watched Feng Wushang leave suddenly, and did not speak to Murong Jiujiu who stood motionless in the room.

It was not until a long time later that Shen Yue cautiously stepped forward and said, "Mistress..."

"Feng Wushang, so this is your choice."

"What, mistress, what are you talking about?"

Shen Yue and Chen Xiang didn't understand for a moment, but the next moment, they saw Murong Jiujiu who was standing peacefully, and suddenly smiled, three parts mocking, six parts cool, and one part weird.

Why is it weird, because since the two of them joined Qixia Hall and served Murong for a long time, they have never seen this seemingly innocent but actually intelligent mistress smile like this.

For some reason, when they saw the mistress smiling like this, they unconsciously thought of the Patriarch.

This smile was actually very similar to that of the Patriarch.

They are all the expressions that a superior should have. Even if they are understated, they give people an invisible coercion, making them unconsciously want to bow their heads in front of the mistress.

"Mistress, you..."

Thinking that this Qiushan Biezhuang is very evil, could it be that the mistress was possessed by something unclean?
Just when these two little maidservants were thinking wildly, Murong Jiujiu finally turned his head and gave them a casual look, and said, "I am not your mistress, but I am the mistress of Yecheng, Mingli's regent princess."

"what?"

Shen Yue and Chen Xiang were all startled, thinking, the head of the family is not normal today, why is the mistress not normal.

"Mistress, don't scare us..." Shen Yue Chenxiang was completely panicked, not knowing what to do, at this moment they smelled a strange fragrance in their nostrils, and as soon as their bodies softened, they all fell down on the ground on the ground.

The room was quiet.

Murong Jiujiu picked up the teacup on the table with a normal expression, filled the incense burner with spices and poured it out completely.

Outside the door, there was the hunting sound of robes.

A short figure appeared slowly, knelt on the ground respectfully on one knee, and said slowly: "Master, the regent has come to pick you up."

After finishing speaking, he raised his head, although his body was very short, but his face had creases only for adults, at first glance, he looked very ferocious, and this person was none other than the Hundred Poisons from southern Sichuan.

In the world, there is only Murong Jiujiu who can command at will.

"I know."

Murong Jiujiu responded lightly, and slowly put on the cloak on the screen, as if she was just going out for a walk, and stepped lightly across the snow under her feet.

"Mistress..."

The guards outside the door looked at Murong Jiujiu's sudden appearance with some surprise, and were about to convey Feng Wushang's instructions, but they didn't finish speaking, they were just like Shen Yue Chenxiang.

As soon as his body went limp, he fell down.

Behind him, Master Hundred Poisons sneered, such quick and silent quick battles were his forte.

(End of this chapter)