The poor man grows watermelon

When the guards patrolling the city arrived, the spectators scrambled to get out, for fear of being implicated.

In the teahouse, only the provocative sons, the waiter, and the guard who fought with Su Qingzhu remained.

At this time, Su Qingzhu was exhausted under the siege of the guards.

He wasn't unafraid, but he couldn't take this insult for peace of mind.

He even prepared for the worst.

But he believed that even if he was arrested, Su Ye—his brother would definitely be able to rescue him.

So, as long as you persevere, even if you suffer some flesh and blood, you must persevere.

Armored city guards with spears in hand rushed in, and the leading centurion shouted, "Who is causing trouble?"

The nurses winked at each other and retreated out of the battle circle, leaving only Su Qingzhu standing there with a bruised face.

Xiaoer pointed at Su Qingzhu, jumped up and shouted, "It's him! It's him!"

The centurion glanced at him in disgust, and waved his hand, "Come here, take this person down!"

Su Qingzhu frowned and said, "Master Jun, do you take people without asking questions?"

The centurion stared, and said in a rough voice: "If you take you, I will take you, what else do you ask?"

Su Qingzhu pointed at Mu Boming, "He was the one who provoked me first, even if he wants to arrest, he should arrest both of us."

The centurion glanced in Mu Boming's direction, and said amusedly: "Boy, you just came to the capital, right? I kindly advise you to go out after you find out clearly, so as not to offend people who shouldn't be offended!"

Su Qingzhu frowned tightly.

Mu Boming looked at him with a smile that was not a smile, and said in a strange way: "Take him away, okay~ okay~ take care~"

The centurion bowed his body and said obsequiously: "Young Master Mu, don't worry, my patrol guards have never been soft on thieves."

"That's good."

The centurion waved, "Take it away!"

"Yes!" The officials rushed towards Su Qingzhu.

Su Qingzhu backed away slowly, looking for a breakthrough—he couldn't take this boring loss.

The centurion stared blankly, and shouted: "Be careful, don't let him escape!"

As soon as the words fell, Su Qingzhu knocked down the man on the left with a punch, and rushed out of the encirclement with his long legs.

At the same time, more soldiers surrounded him, and some even drew their knives.

Su Qingzhu bit her head, risking injury and rushing forward.

Unexpectedly, I ran into a warm embrace.

"Green Bamboo?"

A familiar voice rang in his ears, Su Qingzhu raised his head and saw the wrinkles between Mu Feng's eyebrows.

This is the first time, Mu Feng frowned at him.

Su Qingzhu curled her lips, a little unaccustomed to it.

Mu Feng raised his eyebrows, subconsciously pushed his arms around his waist instead, "What's going on?"

"Someone hurt me!" Su Qingzhu complained confidently.

Mu Feng glanced around the hall, "Who?"

Su Qingzhu pointed, "The one who is dressed colorfully and has a red face!"

Mu Boming choked, what do you know!This is the most popular Zhumian makeup in Beijing!

Mu Feng glanced over there lightly.

Mu Boming's legs went limp all of a sudden, and he said with a bitter face, "Cousin, cousin, this, this person...do you know?"

Su Qingzhu raised her head swishingly, the hair all over her body was about to explode, "He is your cousin?!"

Mu Feng pursed his lips, and said very calmly: "No."

Only then did Su Qingzhu relax again, and looked at Mu Boming with disdain, "Did you hear that? Stop chasing relatives!"

Mu Boming looked struck by lightning, "Cousin, why—"

The ones below were submerged in Mu Feng's cold gaze.

Even more bitter than him was the nursing home of the tea house.

The one held in the arms of Shaodong's family, they had a fight with someone just now, and even hurt their face!

With one side of Su Qingzhu's face swollen, he chattered endlessly: "They insisted that I stole the waist card, and they laughed at me when I explained it, and what kind of guard, don't care about indiscriminate, snobbish eyes!"

Mu Feng raised his hand and caressed the corner of his mouth, his eyes darkened, "How did this injury come about?"

Su Qingzhubu stared blankly, looked around the room, and finally found the shy nurses.

"They beat them, and they also have them on their bodies." As he said, he was about to pull off his sleeves.

Mu Feng pressed it down, and said softly, "I see."

When he looked up again, his eyes were already sharp.

Several nurses plopped and knelt on the ground, crying, "Master, spare me!"

Mu Feng said coldly: "Slap your mouth."

When the nurses heard this, they were overjoyed. They knelt down on the ground and slapped themselves in the face. The sound of "pa pa pa" was not adulterated at all.

Mu Feng took out the wound medicine from his bosom, and in front of everyone, carefully smeared it on Su Qingzhu with his own hands.

Su Qingzhu raised her face, obediently cooperated with his movements, and couldn't help asking at the same time: "Are you their young master?"

Mu Feng nodded.

"Aren't you the magistrate?"

"He is not only the magistrate, but also the young master of the Mu family." Mu Feng didn't want to hide it from him.

Obviously, Su Qingzhu didn't know what "Mu's family" represented.

He rolled his eyes, "So... you belong to this tea house?"

Mu Feng smiled and nodded.

Su Qingzhu was happy, struggled out of Mu Feng's arms, sat on the mat by himself, and shouted brazenly: "Xiao Er, serve tea!"

"Yes, yes!" Xiao Er was frightened to death, afraid that Mu Feng would send him down next time.

At this moment, Su Qingzhu yelled, as if he had finally found a chance to show off, he scrambled to pour tea.

In the blink of an eye, hot tea was brought up.

"You're smart." Su Qingzhu reached out and grabbed it.

Mu Feng held his hand, and said warmly: "Be careful, I'll do it."

Su Qingzhu nodded cheerfully.

Mu Feng poured the tea himself and handed it to him.

While drinking, Su Qingzhu happily enjoyed the palming performance of the nurses.

"When do they stop?"

"They will only stop when I say stop." Mu Feng said lightly.

Su Qingzhu laughed, and said viciously: "Then don't stop, let them beat yourself into a pig's head!"

"Okay." Mu Feng's eyes were full of doting.

Mu Boming looked at this scene with an expression on his face as if he had seen a ghost.

At this time, he has withered into a dry vegetable, looking at Mu Feng several times before hesitant to speak.

Just when he raised his head again, Su Qingzhu swished over, "He peeked at you!"

Mu Feng poured him a cup of tea, "Did he hit you?"

"No." Su Qingzhu shook his head, "However, he let that guard catch me!"

The centurion watched this dramatic reversal, completely dazed.

He originally planned to curry favor with the young master of the second wife of the Mu family, but unexpectedly he offended the master of the first wife!

What a disaster!

Mu Feng glanced at him, and asked indifferently, "Are you Min Jing's subordinate?"

Before the centurion could reply, a tall figure walked in from outside, accompanied by a cold voice, "Who called me?"

Everyone followed the sound and saw a young man with handsome features. Although the young man was dressed in plain clothes, he couldn't hide his heroic aura.

The young man was holding a little doll carved in powder and jade in his arms.

Su Qingzhu called subconsciously: "Min Sheng?"

No, no, Min Sheng is just a little bookboy, how could he be dressed so gorgeously?

Unexpectedly, the next moment, the "gorgeous" little guy called out crisply: "Brother Qingzhu!"

Su Qingzhu was taken aback, "Are you really Min Sheng?"

Min Sheng nodded his head, and asked expectantly, "Brother Qingzhu, is Xuewa here?"

Su Qingzhu shook her head, "Xuewa wanted to heal her legs, but she didn't come."

Min Sheng pouted immediately.

Mu Feng stood up, bowed and said, "See Your Highness."

The children of those aristocratic families also knelt on the spot one after another, shaking and paying homage.

Min Sheng shrank his neck, and said timidly, "Uncle, Uncle, excuse me."

Su Qingzhu looked at this and that, but didn't react for a while.

Mu Feng patiently introduced: "This is His Majesty's son, His Royal Highness, this—"

"I'm your brother." Min Jing said abruptly.

Not only Su Qingzhu, but even Mu Feng was stunned.

Su Qingzhu blinked and said solemnly: "My brother is Su Ye."

Min Jing didn't change his expression, "You can have two older brothers."

Su Qingzhu frowned, "I don't know you?"

Min Jing paused for a moment and said, "Doctor Yushi, Mr. Min is my uncle."

Su Qingzhu's eyes lit up, and he looked at Min Jing a little closer, "Are you Master Min's nephew?"

A rare smile appeared on Min Jing's sharp-edged cool face, "Brother."

Su Qingzhu was still a little puzzled, "Even if you are Master Min's nephew, you are not my brother."

Min Jing glanced at the wooden badge on his waist, and said domineeringly: "If you take my family's badge, you will naturally belong to my family."

Eh? !Can it still be like this?

Su Qingzhu scratched his face, and looked at Mu Feng for help.

Mu Feng pursed his lips and said, "General Min, where do you start with this?"

Min Jing raised his eyebrows, "This is my Min family's family background, Young Master Mu, let's take care of your nursing home first."

Mu Feng snorted and said, "I will train my nursing home, but as for the patrolling guards..."

Min Jing's face turned cold, and he said coldly, "Thirty army sticks per person, get out!"

"Of, obey!" Dozens of patrolling guards ran away in despair.

The room was suddenly empty.

Min Sheng raised his little hand and placed it softly on Min Jing's forehead, "Brother Jing, don't be angry."

Min Jing's eyes immediately became gentle, "Don't be afraid, brother is scaring people."

"Yeah!" Min Sheng smiled and nodded.

From the corner of the room, someone came over hesitantly and called out to Min Jing, "Cousin Jing."

Min Jing glanced at him and raised his eyebrows.

Min Li said in an exceptionally courteous manner: "Cousin Jing, I am—"

Su Qingzhu interrupted him mercilessly, "It's because he wants to grab my badge."

Min Li lowered his head, a trace of resentment flashed in his eyes.

Min Jing snorted coldly, "Are you a branch of the Min family?"

"Yes." Min Li bit the bullet and nodded.

Min Jing said coldly: "This is not an example."

"Thank you, cousin." Min Li was annoyed and thankful, and left without saying hello to those people.

Mu Boming said weakly: "Cousin, we..."

Mu Feng looked at Su Qingzhu.

Su Qingzhu waved his hand, "Forget it, they didn't bother me much anyway."

Mu Feng smiled, and said in a cold voice: "You guys, from now on, you are not allowed to step into Suzaku Tea House again."

Mu Boming was immediately dumbfounded, not allowed to step into the Suzaku Tea House, which is almost equivalent to removing them from the social circle in the capital!

Might as well beat him up!