The Cold Lord God Always Acts Like a Spoiled Brat To Me

   This matter was obviously more attractive to Gu Feibai than her previous ambiguous words.

   "I've heard of a master who has high medical attainments and is also known as a ghost hand."

What Su Qingan didn't say is that in her previous life, she was very interested in medicine, both for others and herself. She accidentally met an elder, and she respected him as a teacher. If you can trust him when he enters the capital, I will introduce him to the King of Nanning."

   It’s a pity that he can heal others, but he can’t heal himself.

   "There is Lao Qingqing."

  It has been sixteen years, and Gu Feibai wouldn't believe it if she was someone else, but Su Qingan, she would definitely believe it.

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

   This prosperous avenue in Jian'an City, with taverns and shops lined up in rows, placed in Su Qing'an's eyes, it seemed like a lifetime.

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

   Accompanied by the enthusiastic shouts of the merchants, a 12- or 13-year-old half-sized boy in ragged clothes knelt on the bustling road. In front of him was a cracked clay bowl, and there were several copper coins in it.

   The thin body curled up in the warm and cold March, and the tattered clothes could not block the bright and childish light in those obsidian-like eyes.

The    voice pleaded hoarse.

   "Grandpa and Auntie, have pity on me, give me a copper coin to eat."

  Passers-by who are in a hurry are rushing for life, and they can't stop and go a long way.

   A few people dressed as Jiading walked over from the south, headed by sharp-mouthed monkey cheeks, brand-new walking clothes, and arrogant steps on the outside.

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

   Zhu Ergou hugged his arms and swayed, with the face of a high servant, he deliberately dragged his feet and swayed to the little beggar, kicking away the clay bowl!

  The bowl quickly reeled onto the leg of a passerby, and it had already been exposed to wind and rain, and it shattered without being bumped.

  The passers-by looked back, grimacing in pain, wanting to settle the bill in anger, but when they saw the faces of a few hooligans, they were so scared that they didn't dare to make a sound, and walked away quickly.

  The little beggar watched as three or five copper plates rolled into the middle of the road, and the wicked man behind him hurriedly bent over to pick it up.

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

   The little beggar was a little anxious, his face flushed and he shouted, standing up and going to grab it back.

   Zhu Ergou stepped forward and kicked the little beggar's stomach: "Little calf, have you been begging here! Don't you know that good dogs are not in your way?"

   The weak body could not withstand the volley of the villain, and he took a few steps back and stumbled to the ground.

  The little boy covered his stomach with his hands, curled up in a ball, his face was pale, and his eyes were sharp and weak for a moment.

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

   "The official of the prime minister's residence has pity and pity on me! There is a sick mother in my family who is waiting for me to eat at home! I know that Prime Minister Zhang is the most kind, so have pity on me..."

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

   Zhu Ergou's face changed slightly, the pain in his calf made him kick the little beggar fiercely, and he stretched out his hand and slapped his mouth wildly.

   "Stop!"

   "A big man bullies a child, where is the face of the Prime Minister's Mansion?" Gu Feibai rushed over with a few strides, pulled the little beggar up with a cold face, and looked at Zhu Ergou with disgusted eyes.

   The people of the Zhang family really don't have any good things. Gu Feibai hates the Prime Minister's mansion so much, and he will not watch the servants of the Prime Minister's mansion bullying others, and it is still under her nose!

   "Oh, hey, I think I'm the hero who sees the injustice and draws a knife to help. It turns out to be the son of the sick child, the little sick child."

   Zhu Ergou squinted his triangular eyes and curled his lips with disdain on the grounds that he was a distant relative of the wife of the Prime Minister's mansion.

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

  Su Qing Anfang came over and heard such a sentence, her eyes were dark.

   "Boom!" sound.

   Zhu Ergou was kicked away!

   His heavy body slammed into the wooden shelf of a fruit-selling stall a few meters away. The shelf struggled to support it and made an overwhelmed sound. The next second it broke, and his body fell to the ground!

   The stall owner was stunned, reacted in a hurry, and looked for pears all over the place.

   "My pears! Pears from my western merchants!"

  The other people watching the fun all retreated subconsciously, for fear that they would be the next to suffer.

   And the culprit of all this, the Prince of Nanning, Gu Feibai, his brows and eyes were icy cold in the sun, he was a mad boy, and every word was cold.

   "What kind of thing are you, you dare to speak rudely to the King of Nanning?"

   Zhu Ergou was lying on the ground, screaming incessantly, his face twisted in pain, he was used to his power, and he had never encountered anyone who dared to resist.

   "You dare to beat me! I'm from the Prime Minister's Mansion! What are you, the King of Nanning?! You're already a cripple!"

   "Surround me up and beat me hard, beat me down and put me in my pocket!" Zhu Ergou shouted to the minions who were following behind him.

  Su Qing'an stood in the distance, dressed in a cold white brocade suit, wearing a dignified and noble, with calm eyebrows.

   She had confidence in Gu Feibai, the mere servants were no match for Gu Feibai at all.

   The stall owner who was smashed was still crying and shouting: "My pear! You died so miserably!! You must give birth to a good child in the next life!!"

   One sound is more mournful than one sound.

  Like the singer.

  Gu Feibai felt that this boss had potential, and he would definitely make a lot of money by changing careers!

  Prince Su Ziheng's carriage crossed the busy city to go to the Prime Minister's Mansion. A group of people surrounded the road and blocked the road.

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

   stopped for too long, Su Ziheng made a deep voice impatiently, and his usual gentle eyebrows also condensed stern expressions.

  The guard stepped forward to inquire about the situation: "Report to His Royal Highness that the servant of the Prime Minister's residence was beaten."

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

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

   The guard led the way and entered the encirclement.

   Zhu Ergou, who had a bruised nose and a swollen face, saw His Royal Highness coming, and immediately gave up his resistance and knelt down with a "pop", as if he saw the backbone.

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

  Gu Feibai sneered, his temper continued, and he almost hit someone in front of Su Ziheng.

  Su Qingan stopped her from moving.

  Others saw Su Qingan coming over and made way.

   "Zhaoyi."

  Zhaoyi is Su Qing'an's princess title.

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