These medicines were developed by her in An Birthday some time ago, and they were all herbs, because there were a few medicines that could not be found in the capital, so Mu Qingge found a substitute.

Because she didn't know how effective this medicine was, she only made a few pills and sent them to the pharmacology pavilion, but she didn't expect the result to be as she expected.

As the saying goes, money makes the devil grind. Whether it is ancient or modern, it is impossible to have no money, and the silver that I searched on Steward Lin last time had already been spent when I bought those medicinal materials.

Qingyue's medical expenses are still from Wu Shun herself, and the monthly salary that Mu Mansion gives to the young ladies every month is also pitiful, how can she always rely on this method to make a living by a military doctor who is a secret service organization that is about to mix up to a high level?

Out of the Pharmacology Pavilion, Mu Qingge shook his head and sighed that it was better to be rich.

The market is still full of people, talking endlessly, like extras who have been arranged for a long time, each performing their duties.

Mu Qingge saw the vendor selling sugar gourds not far away, walked a little further, and vaguely heard the excited and fierce shouts of the men.

Such a scene was somewhat familiar, which reminded Mu Qingge of the purple-eyed young man he saw that day.

A simple ring made of wood, wrapped in layers of people.

The purple-eyed and short-haired boy was locked in an iron cage and placed in the middle of a high platform, his body was in a mess, his face was bloodstained, and he was in a coma.

The juggler stood right next to him, raising his hands high and shouting loudly, constantly teasing the people in the ring to fight to the death.

There was a strong man on both sides of the ring, the strong man on the left had his right leg pierced by a sword, and he was half-kneeling on the stage with gurgling blood, his eyes were staring at the strong man on the right, and a trace of killing intent swept through his eyes.

The man on the right turned his dislocated arm and took it back with a clatter, staring at the man on the left with the same strange streak, vicious and evil, like a poisonous snake sitting cross-legged, ready to hunt its prey.

The men in the audience chanted and screamed wildly.

Mu Qingge thought for a moment that he had come to the underground black fist gladiatorial arena.

Such a bloody and violent ring can be so safe and sound in the street market of the capital, looking at the behavior of this juggler, it feels like it was done on purpose.

It seems that what he wants is to do such an act in this downtown to attract people's attention, and he doesn't care whether there will be people from the yamen who will come to his door.

"Brothers! Either Caesar or nothing! Only the victorious side can take our puppy! ”

The juggler stimulated the two people on the stage, and while calling the caged boy with a male dog, he grabbed his hair with his hand, and pulled the boy's face high, forcing him to raise it.

His face was full of dirt, as if people could smell him from afar.

Seeing this young man again, Mu Qingge was distracted for a moment.

Last time, I only cared about being attracted by his beautiful eyes, but now it seems that the contours of his face are also unusually handsome and angular.

A pair of narrow peach blossom eyes were half-squinted, flashing with faint purple light, confused, as if drunk and awake, looking indifferently at the noisy crowd in front of them.

The world seemed to be isolated, and only Mu Qingge and the boy over there were left.

She felt the despair and chill in him, and a wail that wanted to destroy the world.

The juggler grabbed him by the hair, grinned fiercely, spat at him in the face, and kicked the cage out of the way.

The people in the audience instantly exclaimed when they saw this scene, and they were extremely excited.

The two strong men on the stage glanced at each other, the corners of their mouths pulled a strange arc, and they rushed together angrily and began to fight.

Mu Qingge took out a few silver needles from his sleeves, and while everyone was indulging in this fight, he shot the silver needles straight towards the juggler at a speed that was invisible to ordinary people.

Unexpectedly, the man who was shouting and carnivaling with everyone in the audience reacted very quickly, caught the silver needle flying over with a dignified expression, and looked straight at Mu Qingge.

Mu Qingge was stunned, obviously he didn't expect the juggler's skills to be so good, but he still remained calm and did not lose his sense of proportion in his heart.

The juggler sneered, picked up the cloth hammer on the side and struck the big drum, and the surroundings instantly fell silent, and there was a small discussion, why did the result come out before the winner was decided?

The juggler stared at Mu Qingge, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a strange arc.

was discovered, Mu Qingge simply snatched the long whip in the hand of the strong man next to him, jumped into the air, stepped on a man's shoulder and flew into the ring, and the whip went straight to the juggler.

The whip was tightly pinched by the man, Mu Qingge hooked his lips and smiled, and directly threw the end of the grip over, taking advantage of the man's distraction for a moment, and kicked it over.

At this step, the juggler's face changed directly, and he covered the important parts with his hands, but he did not fall down because of this, but instead picked up a fist and smashed it at Mu Qingge with all his anger.

Mu Qingge swept his leg to block the man's punch, and the juggler's face was a little strange.

The comer's moves were ruthless and neat, and strangely did not feel a trace of internal force in her. I don't know where the teacher is?

Take advantage of your distraction to kill you! Mu Qingge threw out a handful of white powder from his sleeve, and at the same time, he grabbed a few silver needles with his other hand and shot out.

The juggler waved his sleeve to block the smoke, and when he reacted, the silver needle had already pierced into his body, stinging abnormally.

The juggler roared while looking down for the silver needle, Mu Qingge saw the opportunity, and suddenly raised his foot and smashed it into the man's head.

The juggler's mind went blank in an instant, staggered, staggered and fell to the ground, and was trampled on by Mu Qingge, "He, I want it!" You, unworthy! ”

The men in the audience were all excited and cheering, and when Mu Qingge said this, the screams were even higher.

Originally, only the winner among them could have the ultimate battle with the juggler, but I didn't expect this person to directly defeat the boss, and he was still a woman!

This made the group of men extremely excited, eager to try, and felt provoked.

In the teahouse opposite, a spotless man dressed in a green coat picked up a teacup and took another sip.

His skin is fair and translucent, as if it can be broken by blowing, better than many women, but a little arrogance between his eyebrows and eyes, and the noble aura exuded by his whole body makes people dare to respect him from afar.

"Wen Yi, I'll meet her when I go down." The man's voice was low and hoarse, and when he opened his mouth, it seemed as if he was playing a musical instrument.

Wen Yi, who was wearing a dark blue robe on the side, looked embarrassed, "...... Wang, lord, this woman seems to be the young lady of the Mu family. ”

This is the princess who has not passed through the palace of the king! Why hadn't I heard that Miss Mu was so strong before?

The last time the eldest lady snatched her own prince's clothes, I haven't settled it yet!

Don't talk about it on the street, the second prince watched it for so long while drinking tea, and didn't say a word, and now he still looks like he can't get enough.

If he really fights with the future princess Cheng, the days after that will be ......