Outside the car, the frightened old coachman pulled the reins and circled around the horse that was still snorting, and his face was full of worry and touched the horse's body up and down the ground, for fear that something would go wrong. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

A sixteen or seventeen-year-old black-clothed black-faced young man jumped off the horse with a smile: "Don't worry, this horse is fine, the horse pulled by the young master Ben has a number of subordinates!"

Not far away, in the center of the street, a white-faced young man in a purple shirt and black pants who was about the same age holding a sword sneered: "The horse you pulled? Why don't you say that you surprised people's horses?"

The complexion of the two teenagers is black and white, but they both have good looks and bearing.

Although the body is a strong suit, if you look closely, you can see that the materials are extraordinary.

But at this time, Yuchun was on fire, how could he have the heart to notice this.

"It turns out that you caused my young lady to hit her head-" Hearing the conversation between the two, Yu Chunquan understood, and immediately pointed to the black-clothed young man and scolded: "Do you have any rules? Although this is not the main street, it is also a way for people to come and go, is it the place where you do it? Isn't it the ring in front? If you want to fight, why don't you go to the ring? I can tell you, if my young lady has something, I will have to go to the yamen to sue you!"

The black-clothed young man was scolded by Yu Chun a little stunned, and said, "That...... I'm sorry, I was going to the ring to fight, but there was no place in the ring, I fought with that guy for a few words, and I didn't hold back and moved my hand, I'm really sorry-"

Seeing the embarrassed appearance of the black-clothed young man with red faces, the purple-shirted young man hugged his sword and laughed loudly.

Yuchun couldn't breathe out when he heard this, and glared at the purple-shirted young man: "What are you laughing at! A slap can't make a sound, you still laugh when everyone is injured, you are not a good person, my young lady is going to have something, and you have a share in the Yamen!"

The purple-shirted young man was not as honest as the black-clothed young man, glanced at Yuchun with a haughty expression, and sneered: "The master is injured, you are not in a hurry to find a doctor, but you are in a rambling here, and it is not too serious to think about it-" After a pause, he glanced in the direction of the carriage, and his voice brought out a bit of a smile: "Perhaps, this is also what your master meant? This car is not yours, let's say, how much silver does it cost to do it?"

Yuchun was stunned and reacted, what this purple-shirted young man meant - it was clear that they wanted to extort money!

"You, you ......" Yuchun was so angry that his face was flushed, and he pointed at the purple-shirted young man, his fingertips trembled, but he couldn't speak.

She is indeed a greedy person for money, but with the conscience of heaven and earth, she has never thought about such a thought today!

Seeing that Shen Nishang knocked herself into herself in order to protect her, such a loud sound - others can't hear it, she can hear it clearly, just listen to the sound, and know how painful it is!

No one had ever protected her like this...... She was flustered, unspeakably weird, unbelievable, and had an even more bizarre feeling of soreness.

When she came out, her only thought was to see which bastard had injured Shen Nishang, and she had to scold him to death!

Of course, she had to pay for the consultation and medicine, but she didn't think to go there yet.

But I didn't expect that before she thought about it, she was beaten back, and this person actually meant that their master and servant just wanted to take the opportunity to make money!

Don't think she didn't see it, the purple-shirted young man glanced at the carriage, which was clearly sarcastic that they were not in his own carriage and looked down on them!

Seeing Yuchun's appearance trembling with anger, the black-clothed young man on the side was a little unbearable, touched his head, and persuaded the purple-shirted young man: "Old Seven, it was originally ours, isn't it too much for you to talk like this?" ”

"It's over?" The purple-shirted young man named Lao Qi smiled sarcastically, and lazily raised his eyebrows: "How did I speak? Didn't she say that her master was injured? If she was injured, she would pay for the silver? Which sentence did I say wrong?"

"Do you want to pay for the money?"

Before the young man in black could answer, a female voice came from behind the young man in black.

The voice is neither high nor low, slightly light, obviously neither particularly crisp nor particularly tactful, but the strange thing is that there is a very beautiful feeling contained in it, which makes people feel very good.

With the sound, a slender figure leaned against the car door and slowly got out of the car.

"Miss," Yuchun hurriedly stepped forward to help her, and asked in a low voice, "Miss, how is your injury?"

"It hurts. Shen Nishang smiled at the corner of her lips, and her voice was soft.

Yuchun immediately stretched out his hand and poked into the back of Shen Nishang's head, and exclaimed as soon as he touched it: "Why is it such a big bag?ah, why is it still bleeding......"

Spread out your hand, and the palm of your hand was really a little red.

There are also several pedestrians around to stop and watch the bustle.

At this time, seeing this situation, he also began to point fingers, and his expression was quite accusatory towards the two teenagers.

Not far away, there was a black carriage parked, and no one got out of the car, except for a burly nine-foot man sitting at the front of the car.

Shen Nishang squinted and swept her eyes twice, retracting her gaze.

The black-clothed young man came down from Shen Nishang, his black face was a little red, and he only turned his head after meeting Shen Nishang's gaze for a moment, not daring to look again.

Hearing Yuchun's exclamation, he suddenly looked back and was stunned.

Shen Nishang ignored him, and only looked at the purple-shirted young man who had already put away his smile: "I hit the back of my head, and the area of the injury is about an inch square." There is bleeding, the wound is about two minutes long, and the depth is unknown. At the moment, headache, dizziness, dizziness and nausea should be a mild concussion, and the possibility of a moderate concussion cannot be ruled out. The possibility of derivative sequelae is also not ruled out. After a pause, he asked calmly, "The matter started because of you, how much silver are you going to pay me?"

The black-clothed young man and Yuchun were both stunned, and the purple-shirted young man named Lao Qi was also stunned for a moment, and the corners of his mouth seemed to twitch: "You-" He stopped talking about something, stared at Shen Nishang with hesitant eyes and asked, "What does concussion mean?"

"Concussion," Shen Nishang tilted her head and seemed to think: "A concussion is a short-term brain dysfunction that occurs immediately after the human brain is hit by an external force. ”

Although I hadn't heard of what dysfunction was, combined with the symptoms described by Shen Nishang earlier, Lao Qi also guessed a few points, and raised his eyebrows: "What are the sequelae of derivation?"

"The sequelae—" Shen Nishang thought about it very carefully: "The most common sequelae of a concussion is dizziness and headache for several months after the impact, well, no sense of direction...... Cold limbs...... In severe cases, memory loss and even temporary amnesia may occur. ”

A string of words made Lao Qileng snort for a long time before he snorted, and there was doubt between his eyebrows and eyes: "I look at your vigorous speech, it doesn't look like you have any sequelae of concussion, right?"

"You're wrong. Shen Nishang's eyes were indifferent, and she raised her chin to look at the young man who was a head taller than her: "First of all, the most dizzy quarter of an hour, you were arguing, and I was in the carriage." At that time, let me come out, and I couldn't get up. Secondly, my personal tolerance is much higher than that of ordinary people. Even if I see you now as two faces stacked on top of each other, it doesn't prevent me from talking to you. Secondly, I paused three times to speak, and under normal circumstances, I should be at least twice as fast as the difficulty of your question. Finally, a concussion is a present condition, and the sequelae are a probable condition, and the two are not the same thing. We don't have any intention of blackmailing, and even the most greedy people don't risk turning ourselves into fools. If you don't understand or believe what I'm saying, you can find a doctor to come and verify. Okay, I'm done, what other questions do you have?"