The Magician's Female Apothecary

572 Chapter 2 Just Like This ([-])
Seeing someone say that, the onlookers suddenly realized that the commotion in the outskirts of the imperial city a few days ago was actually a member of the Qingyue Gang and a member of the Yulin Family?However, for what purpose did they fight?

"You talk about me again..." A big man in a blue cloth gown seemed a little impatient, and was about to get up and do something, but his shoulders were held down.

"Hold it, don't forget the purpose of our trip..." Another big man looked at him seriously and patted him on the shoulder.

After being warned by the big man, the big man in Qingbu took a deep breath and tried his best to calm down his anger.

Seeing that they didn't dare to do anything, those people became more unscrupulous and started to scold them around them.

Murong Ying was sitting on the second floor, and she could see the people downstairs with a light turn. Seeing their forbearing expressions, it must be very painful, right?It seems that this member of the Qingyue Gang is really kind and righteous. Although he doesn't want to cause trouble in the imperial city, he can't pass the test in his heart.

"Xiao Yingying, forget it for them..." Seeing her embarrassment, Yue Qingcheng couldn't help lobbying, seeing that she really wanted to help those people, but she always had to find some reason for herself to refuse, seeing her like this was really enough tangled.

Murong Ying opened her mouth, and was about to say something, when she suddenly felt a force approaching the door, she hurriedly looked down.

Seeing her suddenly serious expression, Yue Qingcheng also looked down, could it be that some important person is coming?

"The spiritual doctor is here, our young master needs to see a doctor..." Before the person arrived, he heard someone yelling.

As the voice fell, several servant-like people appeared and began to push the crowd away.

"Where is the spiritual doctor?" Yu Linsheng picked a seat and sat down directly, playing with a cup on one side of the table, talking absent-mindedly, completely ignoring the figures kneeling on one side.

Those members of the Qingyue Gang are really funny, dare to come here to seek a spiritual doctor?Looking at their useless looks, even if they want to beat them, they feel their hands are dirty. Looking at their looks, it is estimated that the leader of Qingyue is about to die, right?Otherwise, they wouldn't come here to seek a spiritual doctor with a dead horse as a living horse doctor.

"All of you, go find the spiritual doctor..." The servant at the side heard his order and started to search with a few people.

There was a lot of movement among those family members, everyone present was looked at one after another, and their expressions began to complain, but due to the identity of that person, it was not easy to get angry, so they had to stand quietly by the side and dare not be presumptuous.

"You guys are really slow, did you find it?" Yu Linsheng gradually lost his patience, crossed his legs, and looked at the people around him with some warmth and anger.

"Master, it's almost time..." A servant stepped forward, stood aside respectfully, and looked at him in a panic.

"It's almost gone, but I didn't find it? I asked you to find someone who is so ink-stained. It's useless to support you..." Yu Linsheng smashed the teacup in his hand on the servant's head, without any intention of being soft-hearted, and then stood up and looked at around.

The servant was hit like this, his forehead was scratched by the cup, and a gash was directly scratched, blood began to flow down desperately, but he didn't dare to show a painful expression.

"Let me see..." Yu Linsheng looked around, his eyes were full of smiles, he casually grabbed the chins of a few women and began to examine them, not to mention how happy they looked.

Seeing such a scene, the onlookers dared to be angry but did not dare to speak out. After all, Yulinsheng is from the Yulin family, especially this Yulinsheng, who is the only child and has a violent temper. The days of peace passed.

(End of this chapter)