Mu Yunhan sat in the shop for a long time, pouring two pots of herbal tea in a row, and his head and face were still hot.

Meng Jia, Meng Jia, looks like a madman, but his every move is very jealous.

None of these noble sons is a fuel-efficient lamp.

For example, Gu Yilan, for example, Mu Rong, are all wearing a fake skin in front of people, and the fierce faces behind them are exposed.

But so what?

If she wants to return to the capital, if she wants to get close to Mu Rong and Gu Yilan, she needs an excellent help.

This help may be Mengjia.

Mu Yunhan took up the pen and wrote a receipt, indicating that he had received a deposit of 500 taels for the night vine; Write another note and confess to Mu Tiehammer: "Send it to the merchant pharmacy and hand it over to Thirteen Niang in person." Run to this place a little further and hand it over to a girl named Xiaomi. ”

Half an hour later, Mu Tiezhu came back to his life: "Sister, Thirteen Niang asked me to tell you, it's not a big deal, let you just rest assured." That person is a sin that has been committed over time, not on a whim. ”

Therefore, Qingfu was not just cut off her tongue because she was rude to her and Thirteen Niang?

There are a lot of pickled things in the family, and with Meng Jia's identity, the people around him may still be the eyes and ears sent by political enemies.

Sure that it didn't have much to do with him, Mu Yunhan put this matter behind him. When Xiaomi came over, he ordered Bai Wuwei to look at the shop and call Mu Tiehammer to go out.

In the north of the city, there is a low, dilapidated house, where the poor live.

Wang squatted in a large courtyard, sweating profusely burning the stove.

On the stove was a missing iron pot, in which rice porridge was tumbling, with a few green vegetable leaves and a few pieces of minced meat floating on it.

The landlord's single, 30-year-old son, squatted down and scrutinized her chest and waist.

Wang secretly hated, cursed and kicked the wooden basin beside him.

The sewage in the basin splashed on the landlord's son, and he was not angry, he laughed and touched his hand to Wang's feet: "Sister, does it hurt?" Brother rub your ......"

When he got closer, the smell of sweat, feet, and bad breath on his body rushed straight over, and Wang almost vomited out.

She kicked the other party angrily, picked up the burning stick, and scolded loudly: "If you dare to move your hands and feet again, the old lady will break your pig's trotters!" ”

The courtyard was filled with all kinds of people, women watching numbly, men frowning, talking out of tune, and laughing loudly at the landlord's son.

The words were ugly, and the landlord's son became angry and said loudly: "What are you pretending! The slut that no one wants, Lao Tzu can see it as your blessing! ”

How could the Wang family be a bully, knocking a stick over and scolding sharply: "You try to scold again?" The toad wants to eat swan meat, I'm sorry! ”

Everyone burst into laughter, and the landlord's son was furious, reached out to grab the burning stick, and pinched Wang's body a few times during the scuffle, leaving a few black finger prints.

Wang screamed, picked up the kitchen knife from the side, and slashed it like crazy: "The old lady fought with you ......"

A foot reached out and tripped her to the ground, and the kitchen knife fell far away, unable to reach her.

The landlord's son grabbed her by the hair and blatantly put his hand into the placket of her clothes, and the men coaxed loudly, and Wang was so ashamed and angry that he could only scold.

Suddenly, a thin hand grabbed the man's hand, and the crisp female voice was calm and full of murderous intent: "Let go!" ”