Soon, the movements of several big men were stopped, looking at the carriage of the Hou Mansion, obviously those people also knew that the people inside were noble, and they could not afford to provoke them.

Ah Jiu stepped forward and asked in a rather sharp tone, "What happened?" Beat people to serious injuries in broad daylight, aren't you afraid that the government will come to arrest you? ”

"This girl, this matter is our personal vendetta, and it has nothing to do with the girl, so I advise you not to meddle in your affairs." One of them said in a tough tone, looking at Ah Jiu with a hint of disdain in his eyes.

Seeing this, a shorter man next to him hurriedly came out of the round, "I see that the girl and her party are in a hurry?" Let's get out of the way, and we won't delay you! The man glanced at the people around him, and the well-trained group quickly gave way in the middle.

Mu Zi sat in the carriage, listening to the voices outside, and was even more sure that this was a trap for the Hou Mansion. The matter has come to this point, if the Hou Mansion doesn't care, it will be too indifferent, but if it does, it will be a dog with a mouse to meddle in things, and it will always be unpleasant on both sides.

When the people gathered around heard them say this, they all stood on both sides of the road, and they all moved, and soon a straight road was made in front of the carriage of the Marquis of Wu'an, which was enough for the carriage to pass.

However, the child who had fallen to the ground and was beaten and bleeding from his head was still lying in the same place, and the big men seemed to have forgotten him, leaving him alone in front of the carriage.

But if he was in the way of the carriage, it was not true. The child was very thin, and even if one arm was outstretched, it was still a small lump. The carriage of the Hou Mansion was very spacious, and the carriage was tall, a foot from the ground, and if the coachman was more skilled, he could have allowed the carriage to pass over the child.

Mu Zi sneered in her heart, handed Sister Yuan to Mrs. Wu'anhou, and got out of the carriage. Her eyes swept around lightly, and those people inexplicably felt a sense of oppression hit them, and they felt chills all over their bodies.

Mu Zi walked up to the child, frowned after just looking at it, his situation was really bad. The mouth kept spitting blood, and it was obvious that the five organs were injured. There were several shoe prints on his face, several abrasions, his forehead was broken, his dirty hair was wet with blood, and when the sun shone down, the dark red light tightened the hearts of those who looked at it.

"The doctor is here, the doctor is here!" Suddenly, someone in the crowd shouted, and the people quickly made a way out of the way.

An old doctor with gray hair ran over tremblingly with a medicine box on his back, and saw a child lying on the ground with blood on his head.

The troublesome men obviously didn't expect that a doctor would appear, but seeing that the carriage was still parked in place, the plan was not a failure, so they didn't say anything.

The people also paid attention to the doctor who was diagnosing the pulse, and soon, the old man sighed and shook his head, "How can this be true, how can this be reasonable!" Who the hell is it that does such a poisonous thing to a child! ”

The old doctor said, his eyes swept away, and he saw Mu Zi, who was closest to the child, and saw that she was dressed in gorgeous clothes and was obviously distinguished from the people around her, and suddenly her eyes were not good, and she stared at her with doubts, and her gray beard was curled, "You beat this child?" How can you be so vicious in your heart, a little girl? A good kid was seriously injured! Hurt the heavens, hurt the heavens! ”