Female student: I'm sorry, the prince is mine.

South Vietnam's carriage rental has a relatively strict distinction in form. General generals cannot rent carriages of this type.

At that time, Nanshan also lamented that those who followed Xuan Qingyi were indeed different. The generals' military ranks were all higher than those of ordinary generals.

At this time, Wu Shen pulled the carriage over. The carriage was modified and there was a retractable roof on the top of the front room. At this time, the roof was unfolded and the long curtains hung down, just blocking the front and side views. .

In a cold corner opposite the dark alley, a small pink hand pinched the hem of the skirt. In order not to be noticed, it did not stay long. As soon as the hem of the skirt moved, the figure disappeared.

When Nanshan saw that the horse had stopped, he stepped up.

When Xuan Qingyi and Nanshan both got on the carriage, Wu Shen folded up the roof and said to the attendant who followed him: "The guests came from my Qingshan Pavilion. I will personally send the prince and the girl back. You stay here." ."

"Yes, from the shopkeeper." The waiter said, his voice so loud that the customers in the street foot shop heard him.

Wu Shen waved his hand and signaled his attendants to return to Qingshan Pavilion to take care of him.

He would often call his master "Prince" when he was out in order to distance himself, especially on this main street.

Everyone knows that he is the shopkeeper of Qingshan Pavilion. Everyone also knows that Xuanjia Army has a garrison in Langzhou, and Prince Xiang has come to Langzhou many times to handle military affairs.

But no one knew about Prince Xiang's property in Langzhou.

So tonight, he had to lead everyone to think that Prince Xiang was just one of his tight-knit thighs in Qingshan Pavilion.

Ah Chun and Wu Shen were sitting side by side outside the car. Ah Chun's expression was tense, as if he was afraid of meeting for the first time, and it seemed that men and women were born differently. It was more like his master had been suffering for a whole day after entering Qingshan Pavilion. Feeling aggrieved and depressed, passers-by only regarded this little maid as a loyal protector of the master, and even dared to make a bad face when facing the shopkeeper of Qingshan Pavilion.

Yes, for better family backgrounds, the personal maids are extremely loyal. Some may have grown up together and have a sister-like relationship. After all, the Nanshan family is also the richest in Langzhou, and the personal maids are lower than the average. The person's status is much nobler, and he has the confidence to express his emotions.

With a wave of the horsewhip, the carriage started slowly and drove towards Wormwood Alley.

"Is that Prince Xiang?"

"Isn't it?" Ghost Face, isn't he Prince Xiang?

Even if people can't see clearly the dragon pattern on the mask, it was given personally by the shopkeeper of Qingshan Pavilion, so it must not be an ordinary dignitary.

"No wonder, this Qingshan Pavilion has a lot of people. Last time I saw the shopkeeper personally picking up and dropping off the three governors."

"It's incredible. No wonder Qingshan Pavilion refused to go to the wedding of the Zhifu family. He didn't give me any face."

"That's right, there are taller and bigger trees behind you, more than one. The manager of Qingshan Pavilion is really not simple."

......

"Hey, did you see it? Just now, the daughter-in-law of the Nanshan family of the merchant was running there in a panic, right?"

"Yes, the same goes for this lady. I don't know who she offended, and she was forced to run away. She was rolling and crawling. If she ran slower, she would be killed on the spot."

"Yes."

The discussion was stagnant for a moment, and after a few breaths, it was like waking up from a dream: "Did Miss Nanshan ride in the same carriage with Prince Xiang?"

"No! Just now I clearly saw the prince wearing the ghost mask going to the dark alley. As soon as the carriage left, he and the Nanshan girl disappeared. Didn't they just get into the carriage together?!"

There were exclamations of envy and jealousy from the talking crowd. Everyone was just thinking that they or their daughters might never have a chance again.

But after a while, they seemed to feel relieved. The merchant family naturally did not dare to think about Prince Xiang, but the official family had a good family background. Although they had a lower official position than Magistrate Li, they also had many close colleagues in the palace. , there may not be a chance.

Besides, who kind of person is Nanshanyou? The girl with the worst reputation in Langzhou!

She just got into a man's carriage. If she wanted to, the prince wouldn't want to either! It's just that the prince is kind-hearted and doesn't want to have any more quarrels in public.

Both parties had reasonable guesses, so they did not dwell on this topic any longer and continued to eat and drink as they should.

So, because of her bad reputation, all the adults don’t bother to regard her as a competitor for their own daughters?

Nanshan frowned, why couldn't she control this spiritual power? She obviously didn't want to listen to their chatter.

Looking up, Xuan Qing had already taken off his mask and was looking at her calmly, with a vague arc at the corner of his mouth.

Just the lips are a bit white.

"Are you tired?" Nanshan leaned over to look at him, "Did you miss dinner?" She came out early, so it should be dinner time, and since he showed up at this time, he must have missed dinner.

"No." Xuan Qing also shook his head and looked at her intently.

"Then when we get back to Wormwood Lane, I'll do it for you."

"Okay." Xuan Qing replied, his lips even more curved and whiter.

Could it be?

Nanshan stood up and sat beside him, placing the back of her hand on his forehead. Xuanqing also cooperated and leaned his head against her hand.

"It's a bit hot." He took out a pill from his sleeve and pressed it between his lips.

"Is there anything else that feels uncomfortable?" Nanshan's heart tightened. She wanted to make money quickly to practice, and she had to find a way to separate the mountain god's seal from the green dragon's body, otherwise he wouldn't be able to survive for long.

"Yes." Xuan Qing also lowered his head and half-closed his eyes, as if he was considering whether to worry her.

"Let me see." Nanshan didn't care what he wanted to say. He had a fever. It was not easy to suppress the Mountain God Seal without swallowing him directly. There was no need to waste the energy of speaking.

So she took his arm on one side and gently leaned his body forward. At a glance, she saw some dark liquid on his black brocade clothes.

Blood?

He touched it with his hand, "Are you bleeding?"

"I didn't practice well." The person next to him said in a low voice, and the hands on his knees were slightly clenched, as if a scholar who wanted to be the best found that his handwriting was not perfect.

"Let me take care of it for you," Nanshan took out the medical scissors from Guixu and gently cut open the clothes on his back. He was scratched by the flying arrows just now, but luckily they didn't penetrate his body.

"Shopkeeper, hurry up." Nanshan shouted towards the front room, lowered his head and continued to treat the wound.

Disinfection, debridement, hemostasis, suturing.

All in one go.

Although he was not pierced by the arrow, the wound was still quite large and required a few stitches.

She checked her pulse and found that the arrowhead was slightly poisonous, but it was not a poison that was difficult to remove for her. However, in humans, if the remaining poison was not removed for a long time, they would gradually become deaf and mute.

It's like what Fu Yue would do. The trick she and her daughter used to do was to use these small skills to hone her.

Now Fu Yue’s family cannot protect themselves...

Oh, it’s not like no one in the backyard is targeting her anymore.

"What are you thinking about?" A cold finger reached over and lightly dusted her face, as if to help her wipe away stains.

"It's nothing. Take this quickly." He handed the detoxifying pill to Xuan Qingyi, "Relax your mind. You'll be home soon."

"Have you thought about who is going to hunt you down?" The person next to her took the detoxifying pill she handed over in her mouth and continued the conversation.