Kuai Chuan: The cold Lord God always acts like a spoiled brat to me

Chapter 679
This incident obviously attracted Gu Feibai more than her previous ambiguous words.

"I've heard of an expert who is highly accomplished in medicine and is also known as a ghost hand."

What Su Qing'an didn't say was that in her previous life, she was very interested in medical skills, both for others and for herself. She met an elder by accident, respected him as a teacher, learned seven points from him, and once recommended him to the King of Nanning, "I will find someone If you can trust him to enter the capital, I will introduce him to the King of Nanning."

It's a pity that you can heal others, but you can't heal yourself.

"Thank you, dear."

It's been 16 years, Gu Feibai wouldn't believe it if she was someone else, but Su Qing'an, she would definitely believe it.

After noon, Su Qingan and Gu Feibai came out of the restaurant.

This bustling avenue in Jian'an City is lined with taverns and shops, and in Su Qing'an's eyes, it seems like a world away.

"Selling pears! Good pears imported from the Western Regions! Take a look at them, pears that are inseparable from husband and wife!"

Accompanied by the enthusiastic yelling of the merchants, a boy of twelve or thirteen and a half was dressed in ragged clothes and knelt on the bustling road. In front of him was a clay bowl with a gap, and there were few copper coins in it.

Her thin body was curled up in the warm and cold March, and the tattered clothes couldn't hide the bright and childish light in those obsidian-like eyes.

His voice was pleading hoarse.

"Grandpa and aunt, take pity on me, give me a copper coin and give me something to eat."

Passers-by in a hurry are running around for their lives, and they can't stop walking.

A few people dressed as servants came from the south, the leader had sharp-mouthed monkey cheeks, brand-new walking clothes, and walked with arrogant steps.

It turned out to be Zhu Ergou, a servant of the Prime Minister's Mansion.

Zhu Ergou swayed with his arms folded, with the face of a condescending servant, he deliberately dragged his feet and walked up to the little beggar, and kicked away the clay bowl!
The bowl quickly rolled onto a passer-by's lap. It had already been exposed to wind and rain, and it shattered without being bumped.

Passers-by looked back, grinning their teeth in pain, and wanted to settle the score angrily, but saw the faces of a few local hooligans, they were too frightened to say anything, and walked away quickly.

The little beggar watched three or five copper coins rolled to the middle of the road, and the villain behind hurriedly bent down to pick them up.

"That's my copper coin, don't steal my money!"

The little beggar got a little anxious, blushed and shouted, and stood up to grab it back.

Zhu Ergou stepped forward and kicked the little beggar in the stomach: "Little calf, have you been asked to beg for food here! Don't you know that good dogs don't block the way?"

How could the weak body withstand the thug's volley, backed up a few steps and staggered to the ground.

The little boy covered his belly with his hands, curled up into a ball, his face was pale, and his sharp eyes dimmed for a moment.

He looked up and saw the ugly face of the bully, hated himself for being young and weak, and refused to let it go. He bit Zhu Ergou's leg tightly, and refused to let go even when he was beaten, crying and yelling.

"The official of the prime minister's mansion has pity on me! I have a bedridden mother waiting for me to eat at home! I know that Prime Minister Zhang is the most kind, please pity me..."

"Little calf, let you cry, shut up, don't cry! Your grandfather and I are alive and well!"

Zhu Ergou's face changed slightly, the pain in his calf made him kick the little beggar away, and he reached out and slapped the beggar twice wildly.

"stop!"

"A big man bullying a child, where is the face of the Prime Minister's Mansion?" Gu Feibai dashed over, pulled the little beggar up with a cold face, and looked at Zhu Ergou with disgust in his eyes.

As expected, there is nothing good about the people in the Zhang family. Gu Feibai hated the Prime Minister's Mansion so much, let alone watch the servants of the Prime Minister's Mansion bullying others, under her nose!

"Hey, I thought I was some hero who saw injustice and drew his sword to help. It turned out to be the son of a sick boy, a little sick boy."

Zhu Ergou relied on that he was a distant relative of the wife of the prime minister's mansion, squinting his triangular eyes and curling his lips with a look of disdain.

Zhu Ergou's face and face are vividly reflected in Zhu Ergou.

Su Qing Anfang walked over, and upon hearing such a sentence, her eyes were darkened.

"Bang!" There was a sound.

Zhu Ergou was kicked away abruptly!
His heavy body slammed hard on the wooden frame of a fruit vendor a few meters away. The frame struggled to support and made an overwhelmed sound. The next second it broke, and his body also fell to the ground!

The stall owner was stunned, and he was so anxious that he realized that he was looking for pears all over the floor.

"My pears! Pears from my merchants in the Western Regions!"

The other spectators subconsciously backed away, fearing that they would be the next to suffer.

And the chief culprit of all this, Gu Feibai, the eldest son of Nanning, his brows and eyes were cold and sharp in the sun, he was a crazy young man, and every word and every word was full of coldness.

"What kind of person are you, dare to speak insultingly to the King of Nanning?"

Zhu Ergou was lying on the ground, screaming incessantly, his face distorted in pain, he was used to gaining power, he had never encountered anyone who dared to resist, now he was beaten in public and lost face, and immediately yelled.

"You dare to hit me! I'm from the Prime Minister's Mansion! What are you, the King of Nanning?! You've already been crippled!"

"Surround me and beat me hard, beat me down!" Zhu Ergou shouted to the servants who were following behind him.

Su Qing'an stood in the distance, dressed in a cool white brocade suit, which was romantic and luxurious, with calm eyebrows and eyes.

She has confidence in Gu Feibai, a few house slaves are no match for Gu Feibai at all.

The stall owner whose stall was smashed was still crying, and shouted: "My pear! You died so badly!! You must have a good birth in the next life!!"

One sound more miserable than the other.

Like the one who sings.

Gu Feibai felt that this boss had potential, and he would definitely make a lot of money if he changed his career!

Prince Su Ziheng's carriage was going through the busy city to the Prime Minister's Mansion, but a group of people surrounded it and blocked the road.

"What are those people doing? Don't you know how to make way for Gu!"

After pausing for too long, Su Ziheng's voice was a little impatient, and his usual gentle brows and eyes were also condensed with a stern look.

The guard stepped forward to inquire about the situation: "Report to His Royal Highness, the servant of the Prime Minister's Mansion has been beaten."

Su Ziheng became suspicious: "Who is so bold!"

He hastily opened the curtain and got out of the carriage.

Led by the guards, he entered the encirclement.

Zhu Ergou, with a bruised nose and swollen face, immediately gave up his resistance when he saw His Highness the Crown Prince approaching, and knelt down with a "plop", as if seeing the backbone.

"His Royal Highness, let the slaves be the masters. The sick young man in the Nanning Palace beat us so badly that we couldn't even get up."

Gu Feibai sneered, his temper didn't stop, he almost hit someone in front of Su Ziheng.

Su Qingan stopped her movement.

When the others saw Su Qingan approaching, they made way for her.

"Zhao Yi."

Zhaoyi is Su Qingan's princess title.

When Su Ziheng saw her, he was stunned for a moment, a dark light flashed in his eyes, and he nodded in greeting.

(End of this chapter)