After tearing up the scumbag man, I became a medical concubine

Chapter 175 This Damn Sense of Justice

"what happened?"

Seeing Xie Jinyun's face turn livid in an instant, Jiang Wanming asked him worriedly.

Xie Jinyun's face was wooden, and a shadow was cast between her brows and eyes:
"The vine flow stone is gone. Some people say that it was taken away by Master Fengyang."

The vine flow stone she was looking for disappeared?

Jiang Wanming was stunned for a moment, and her heart suddenly became empty. The thing she had been looking for was about to be obtained, but it suddenly disappeared. This feeling of shattered hope cannot be called good.

But after thinking about it, if she didn't gather all the Nuwa stones, she would not be able to set up the formation immediately. When this idea came out, Jiang Wanming suddenly became a little happy.

She didn't know if she shouldn't do this, but at this moment she didn't want Xie Jinyun to be troubled by it, so she comforted Xie Jinyun instead:

"It's nothing urgent, just send someone to look for him. This Feng Yang Guoshi doesn't seem like a person who keeps his own way. He will definitely appear in the future. As long as he comes out to make troubles, he will definitely be caught."

Xie Jinyun's eyebrows were tightly intertwined, he didn't expect Jiang Wanming to comfort him in turn, she shook her head and said:
"I'm afraid you have forgotten how anxious you were to find this stone before. When you recover your memory and find that the vine flow stone is gone, you will definitely be angry with me."

"Angry at you? Why are you angry? You didn't let it go." Jiang Wanming laughed dumbfounded, and suddenly she couldn't understand what he meant.

Xie Jinyun put heavy hands on Jiang Wanming's head, shaking her:
"I was angry at the door and missed it. I knew the importance of this stone and didn't pay enough attention. I was angry that I didn't do what I promised."

He was downcast, and he could no longer see the fearless and mighty God of War on his body, and he looked a bit like a puppy that was drenched in the rain.

Jiang Wanming pushed his hand away, pursed her lips and said dissatisfiedly:

"Am I that kind of person? I just lost my memory, and it's not that my temperament has changed drastically. It's not your fault either. How could I blame you for everything indiscriminately!"

"Since you said that, then I can rest assured." Xie Jinyun showed a smile, "When you recover your memory, don't come back and blame me."

The depression on his face disappeared in an instant, Jiang Wanming felt as if she had been deceived when she saw it, she stretched out her hand and pinched his arm: "Okay, you lied to me!"

"I didn't." Xie Jinyun said aggrievedly, "Isn't this because you are afraid that you will feel too uncomfortable? You can't blame me if you agreed. Why are you going back on your word now?"

"Whoever repents, I'm not angry!"

Jiang Wanming glared at him, then withdrew her hand and didn't want to talk to him anymore.

Xie Jinyun shook his head amusedly, then lightened his smile a bit, looked at her seriously and said:

"Although I was joking just now, the meaning of what I said is true. This time I broke the city but didn't get the stone. I am sorry for you. That Fengyang Guoshi, I will definitely catch him back for you."

A ray of sharpness flashed in his long and narrow eyes, and he promised Jiang Wanming again with a firm expression.

Jiang Wanming was not very angry at first, but now that he said it with such a correct attitude, she felt even more embarrassed to get angry, otherwise it would seem that she was making trouble out of no reason, so she nodded: "Well, I believe you."

The two talked again in the hall, and Xie Jinyun sent someone to pick up Jiang Wanming and settle down. The final battle had just ended, and there was a mountain of official affairs to be dealt with, and Xie Jinyun, a busy person, was too busy.

Jiang Wanming walked in the palace of the Fengyang people, looking around curiously. The customs here are different from Yujing, and the architectural style of the houses is naturally different from the Yujing in her memory.

As he was walking, he suddenly heard a woman crying.

The voice was shrill, and the sound of crying and crying made people tremble.

Subconsciously, Jiang Wanming turned her head to look, and found that it was a beautiful young woman in a gorgeous palace dress, who was sitting on the ground crying bitterly, and beside her stood several strong guards in armor and holding swords.

Looking at this picture subconsciously makes people think that someone is bullying the weak girl, Jiang Wanming frowned unconsciously.

As soon as she changed her pace, she was about to go there, but the attendant who led the way blocked her way:

"Princess, I must be tired from marching for several days. Let's go to the place arranged by the prince to rest first. It's not easy to manage the affairs in the Yang Palace."

Jiang Wanming raised her eyebrows: "Zuo is just going to join in the fun, and where can I get tired, I have been delayed for so long and I am not in a hurry, let's go and have a look."

She bypassed the attendant and walked towards the woman in palace costume without any further explanation.

Her damn sense of justice is that she can't bear to see someone bullying the weak.

"Hey, Wangfei!" The attendant couldn't resist her, sighed, and had to stride to catch up with her and walk over there together.

The two arrived at the scene where the strong man was embarrassing the weak woman. Jiang Wanming saw that the woman was crying miserably, so she knelt down in front of her:
"Who are you? Are they bullying you? Don't be afraid. I'm here and they can't do anything to you."

Jiang Wanming took out a handkerchief from her bosom and handed it over, smiling gently and soothingly said: "Wipe your tears quickly, don't cry."

But who knew that the woman took the handkerchief and before wiping her face, looked at the handkerchief and blurted out subconsciously:

"What kind of broken thing is this? I don't need such a broken handkerchief. This material should be used by servants!"

Jiang Wanming's smiling face froze immediately.

The woman in the palace costume threw away her handkerchief in disgust, and continued to cry: "My life is too hard. Where did you bastards come from? If you dare to offend me, I won't go to prison with you, dreaming!" !"

She cried heartbreakingly, as if she was counting on someone to save her: "Your Majesty, come and save me!!"

Jiang Wanming's face turned cold, and she kindly acted like a donkey. No one would be happy. She picked up the handkerchief thrown away by the lady in palace costume, stood up and said coolly: "Your Majesty has also been imprisoned. Want to see him? I'm afraid We can only meet in prison."

She looked up at the helpless guards: "She is Emperor Fengyang's concubine? Why don't you pull her away and make a noise here instead?"

A younger guard explained with some distress: "Exactly, she was supposed to be dragged away for trial, but this woman is stuck here to her death. The prince specifically confessed that we can't deal with these possibly innocent people in the Fengyang royal family. It's too rough, and we have nothing to do with her."

"However, I wonder if you are...?"

Before Jiang Wanming could speak, the escort standing behind her rushed to introduce:
"The one who can appear here at this time is of course Princess Duan, and I'll meet Princess Duan soon!"

Those attendants were startled, they thought this person was just some ordinary young lady, but they didn't expect that it was the concubine Duan who was rumored in the army with superb medical skills and extraordinary resourcefulness!

Several people hurriedly knelt down to salute Jiang Wanming: "I have seen the princess!"

Listening to their words, Empress Feng Yang, who was sitting paralyzed on the ground, suddenly screamed again: "What princess?!"

(End of this chapter)