Chapter 1132: loser

   Chapter 1132 Disgraceful

  Tong Wenwen said: "No, the master has also checked, the bloodstains on their bodies are all from the injured son."

   "It's better not to."

   "What about Fang Hongmao? How is it now?"

   "Listen to the eldest son, he woke up as soon as he got off the carriage, and the master is now giving him medicine."

   Murong nodded, and quickly walked to the main room.

"what…"

   When she arrived, she just heard the screams like killing pigs from the main room.

   "You... You tap, tap, do you want to kill me? It hurts, it hurts."

Murong Kuan, who obeyed his father's instructions to give him medicine, glanced at him coldly, and said mockingly, "It's just Jinchuang medicine, it just hurts a little at first, why are you screaming so miserably? People who don't know listen, I thought I did something to you."

   Fang Hongmao saw that he dared to laugh at himself, and said angrily: "It's not you who hurt, of course you said it so easily."

"Humph." Murong Kuan rolled up his sleeves and snorted coldly: "What about me who was hurt, look at my hand, during this time in the military camp we are all real knives and real guns, my hand is more injured than yours. Aren't you? You're not as big as the wound we accidentally injured while practicing martial arts, but I've never complained of pain when my elder brother gave me medicine."

"And my sister, she has also been injured, and this medicine doesn't feel anything to her. It's not like you, older than us, and so squeamish, even my sister can't compare, it's a shame. You want me to take it easy, right? Well, I'll take a look at it for you!"

   After he finished speaking, he exerted more force on his hand, and he pressed the blood out of the place where the bleeding had stopped.

Fang Hongmao suddenly gasped in pain, tears came out, and cold sweat broke out on his back, he instinctively stretched his hand back, and covered the wound with the other hand and complained: "You... you are too much, You are murder, I will tell my grandfather to go and tell him that you are going to kill me and let him punish you, and then I will see what you will do!"

Murong Kuan said indifferently: "Go ahead and tell me, the corpses of those bandits and yours are still there, now Brother Jiahuai has probably brought your grandfather here, and he must have seen the corpse, you say Who would your grandfather believe?"

   Fang Hongmao was startled, his eyes suddenly felt a little guilty, "I..."

   "What am I? Who do you think your grandfather is? You don't have the skills to sit in the position of the Marquis of Ning'an?

Fang Hongmao gritted his teeth and looked at Murong Zhe, who had been silent. "Are you just watching him bully me like that? I am the grandson of the Marquis of Ning'an and the nominal grandson of Princess Qihua. You treat me like this. When I go back, I will tell my grandfather and grandmother that you are bullying me, so that you can't eat, and go around!"

   Murong Zhe said with a blank expression: "Go, we'll be sitting upright, and I'm not afraid of what you say."

"you!"

   Murong raised her eyebrows, walked slowly into the main room, and said lightly, "Father, brothers, Sister Jia Nian."

Without waiting for Murong Zhe and the others to speak, Fang Hongmao saw Murong Lingran come in, as if he had found himself under the steps, and went to the chair like an uncle, as if he was in his own home, and said in a very natural tone: "Here's a girl? It happens that my son is hungry, and my son knows that your vegetables are delicious, but now my son is injured and needs to make up for it urgently. If I want to eat meat, I will cook something for my son. food."

   (end of this chapter)