Mu Chenxue's attitude inexplicably aroused Nangong Shumo's desire to protect, and even impulsively said casually, "This silver can be paid in advance!" "But I feel a little inappropriate to say it. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info was about to explain, but he listened to the curtain Chenxue open his mouth first.

"I just met you in Pingshui, although I borrowed a house to let you avoid trouble, but I didn't show grace to the point where I could offset it with 200 taels of silver, it was not a reciprocal exchange, I felt ashamed in my heart, so forget it!" In the previous life, Mu Chenxue did good deeds and did good deeds, but in the end, he was in the prime of his life, and the fragrance disappeared. Now she just wants to take what she deserves and get what she deserves. It's just a matter of fairness.

"Then this shop should be bought and borrowed from the girl to operate, and we will earn three or seven cents!" Nangong Shumo's words made Mu Chenxue's already dim eyes light up again.

"Okay, but the income can't be calculated according to three or seven, you bought this shop, and I just run it, so the income will be five or five cents!" Since she wants to be fair, then be fair to the end, she doesn't want to take advantage of this person, because she doesn't want to be too involved with him.

"Good!" Nangong Shumo didn't think that a little woman like Mu Chenxue would make any money at all, anyway, the shop was her own, and she couldn't lose money if she didn't make it.

"Please forgive me for the sudden occurrence in the next hall, dare to ask the girl's name!" The two want to do business together, and they can't be commensurate with the young master and girl. And Nangong Shumo wanted to know the name of this little woman from the bottom of his heart.

"The little woman's surname is the curtain, the grass head curtain, the name is the morning snow, the morning snow!" Fortunately, Mu Chenxue is not a real ancient, and he doesn't care about such a trivial matter as reporting his home.

"Under ......!" Nangong Shumo was just about to report his name, but was interrupted by Mu Chenxue.

"You go to the house to avoid trouble, don't say anything! But if we meet in the future, you and I will still be commensurate with the young master and girl, and there will be some alienation and inconvenience! "Yu Chenxue has no loss at all in this matter, even if he doesn't know the name of the other party, it doesn't matter.

Nangong Shumo was still secretly shocked by his Meng Lang at this time, he almost exposed his identity in front of others. However, the curiosity about Mu Chenxue in my heart has also deepened. Feng Wu was guarding the door, and he was also pinching a cold sweat for what the master had just done. Although he can also see that this woman is not a bad person, this heart of harm is indispensable, but the heart of defense is indispensable.

"The girl is as careful as dust, in fact, there is no need to be so troublesome, depending on the age, she should be a few years older than the girl, how about we call each other brother and sister in the future?" Nangong Shumo didn't know how to say this, but the words had already been spoken, and it was difficult to collect them like water. He was only afraid that Mu Chenxue would reject her.

"Brother is polite!" In fact, Nangong Shumo is really worried, Mu Chenxue is a modern person, and he doesn't care about the title at all. And there is one more rich brother for nothing, and it is not a loss to call my brother. Curtsying the knee and making a half-squat salute is considered to have recognized the person.

Before the ceremony was finished, he saw Nangong Shumo's hand touching his chest, his face turned pale, and his body involuntarily fell backwards, but it was only for a moment, and even Mu Chenxue didn't have time to react, Nangong Shumo's face was smiling again, and he stabilized his body, as if everything just now had never happened.

Although the person did not fall, Mu Chenxue did not reach out to help, but he still asked with concern, "Brother, is he unwell?" "When a doctor sees a patient, he inevitably feels compassion. In his previous life, in order to cure his physical illness, he had worshipped an old Chinese medicine doctor as a teacher, although he did not obtain the qualification certificate of Chinese medicine practitioner, he was not a competent doctor, but after all, he had obtained the true inheritance of the old Chinese medicine doctor, and the spirit of saving lives and helping the injured was fully learned.

"It's not a big problem, I've been used to it for so many years!" Nangong Shumo shook his head indifferently, since his mother died when he was five years old, he had a distressing problem, I don't know how many famous doctors he has consulted, how many decoctions he has taken, but there has been no improvement. However, this heartache is not very serious, and it will not kill him, so after so many years, it has long become a habit.

"If my brother can trust me, can you let me take the pulse?" This is the God of Wealth who fell from the sky, if he died because of an emergency and did not receive medical treatment, he would not regret his death in that scene of morning snow.

"Oh, Sister Xue will also see a doctor to check the pulse?" Nangong Shumo felt that this woman was extraordinary, but she was full of mystery, and she gathered people in groups with similar things, so he also felt sympathy. So this "Snow Girl" blurted out. It's also a shame that Mu Chenxue's body contains a modern soul, otherwise he wouldn't have beaten Nangong Shumo out as a disciple.

"I don't dare to insult my teacher, although I am not clever, but I will not prescribe medicine to people indiscriminately!" Mu Chenxue thought that Nangong Shumo couldn't trust her, but she knew that she was just a ten-year-old girl, and what she said naturally lacked a little credibility.

"Okay, then there is Sister Lao Xue!" In fact, although this Nangong Shumo is noble, his behavior is uninhibited and chivalrous, and he is not as careful about the defense of men and women as his brother in the family. And the women of the curtain Chenxue are all generous and don't mind these subtleties, if he twists and acts, he will be suspected of wanting to cover up.

Feng Wu thought differently from his master, when his master got this disease, he didn't know how many doctors he had found but couldn't diagnose and cure it, how could a little woman raised in the boudoir be cured. But before he could stop him, the master had already sat down. He had no choice but to retreat to the door, in case someone broke in and disturbed the two.

Mu Chenxue also sat down generously, her fingers like jade shoots lightly resting on Nangong Shumo's wrist, and even a hand towel was useless. While taking the pulse, he looked at his complexion. Although both of them were frank in their hearts, Nangong Shumo had never been so close to a woman, and his face couldn't help but turn red, and he quietly looked away a little sideways and didn't dare to look directly.

Everyone knows that this traditional Chinese medicine pays attention to "looking, smelling, asking and cutting". And Mu Chenxue didn't want to know too many secrets about this person, since there were some questions that couldn't be asked, so he could only start from the other three places. The pulse is strong and powerful, and there is no hidden disease. There is only a faint sense of blockage, but it is fleeting, and if you don't check it carefully, you will think it is an illusion.

"Brother, apart from heartache, does he feel any other discomfort?"

"It's not true, it's just that it hurts every other hour and it's fleeting, but after all these years, this rule has long become a habit!"

Mu Chenxue's brows tightened, she couldn't believe the pulse she had received, because she had heard the story from the old Chinese medicine doctor in her previous life, and even the old Chinese medicine doctor himself had not touched it. It's a legend that has been passed down by word of mouth from generation to generation.

Although Nangong Shumo didn't overdo it, Yu Guang still kept paying attention to Mu Chenxue's expression. Originally, he thought the same as Feng Wu, and he didn't believe that Mu Chenxue could cure his terminal illness. But seeing that Mu Chenxue frowned and got up, she was not at a loss like other doctors, and somehow she had a trace of expectation in her heart.