The Divine Doctor Son of the Female Master

After going around in circles, time has passed by unknowingly.

The night in Lizhou City is particularly quiet.

A large group of people walked to the government office. The leading woman ordered people to take Mingyu and the others inside. She hurriedly took the unconscious Fang Yuan to the inner courtyard and asked her men to bring a doctor over immediately.

He whispered, "Be gentle, don't disturb the magistrate's husband, do you hear me?"

"Yes."

Outside, the remaining group of soldiers did not dare to forcibly detain people. They looked at Mingyu and the others and looked at each other in confusion.

A cold voice sounded from inside the carriage, "Let's go."

"Yeah." Then came a man's voice.

They didn't know who was in the carriage, so they all stared at it at the same time.

The curtain was opened, and two women got out of the carriage one after another, followed by a stunningly beautiful woman who was hard to ignore at first glance. She got out of the carriage, stood still, then turned around and led a veiled man out of the carriage.

The woman turned around and glanced casually. Somehow, a group of soldiers began to get nervous for no reason.

"lead the way."

The woman spoke in a calm voice, but with an irresistible aura that made people subconsciously follow her orders.

"...Please." The soldier shuddered slightly and stepped forward to lead the way.

Xiaoyaoyuan, a square courtyard.

The servants were busy going in and out for half the night, some applying medicine, some decocting medicine. After the doctor said it was only a skin wound and could be cured after good rest, the leading woman finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"I heard that Yuanyuan was beaten. What happened?"

From afar, a sharp voice came from outside.

The leading woman suddenly felt a tingling sensation on her scalp.

This matter still alarmed the husband...

But in a moment, a middle-aged man, supported by a servant, walked quickly into the room.

When he saw his precious daughter lying on the bed, his face suddenly changed. He turned around and stared at the leading woman and shouted angrily, "Zhang Ying, who did this?"

Zhang Ying swallowed his saliva, stepped forward and said respectfully: "The young lady was beaten outside the city and dragged all the way by the carriage. Now all the injuries have been treated. The doctor said that the next step is..."

Before he could finish his words, a slap came down on the face, and half of Zhang Ying's face turned red instantly.

"Are you dead? You can't even protect my daughter, what's the use of you? Trash! A bunch of trash!" The middle-aged man was shaking with anger. He was not satisfied after one slap, so he slapped him again with the backhand.

Zhang Ying did not dare to make any move and could only endure the wrath of the prefect's husband.

The servants around were all so frightened that they were silent and dared not make a sound.

At this time, the housekeeper came in and said, "Master, calm down. Even though Zhang Ying was wrong, the group of people who caused the young lady to become like this have been caught by her and are now in the lobby."

As expected, upon hearing that the culprit was here, the husband's anger towards Zhang Ying instantly shifted. He couldn't help but grit his teeth and said, "Why don't you drag him to the prison and torture him? What are you doing in the lobby?"

The housekeeper didn't know why.

However, the magistrate's husband didn't care about her. At the moment, his face was extremely ugly, and the rage in his eyes was almost spitting fire, just waiting to be vented.

"Come on, let me see what kind of untouchable is so bold?"

"Yes."

He ordered the servants to take good care of Fang Yuan, and he rushed to the lobby with his men in a threatening manner.

At this time, in the lobby, Luo Qingzhi and others felt like they were at home. They found a place to sit down and asked the sweaty and helpless soldiers to bring them tea.

His attitude was calm and natural, as if he didn't take the city governor seriously.

Why didn't a bunch of soldiers put them in jail?

The reason is simply that they don't dare.

So, when the magistrate's husband came out with his men, he saw such an arrogant and contemptuous scene, and he immediately became so angry that his face turned blue.

He looked at the group of soldiers with murderous intent in his eyes, "What are you doing? Why are a bunch of untouchables who beat up my daughter still here?"

Meeting the lord's terrifying gaze, the soldiers were stunned with fear.

Turning around, the magistrate's husband saw clearly who had injured his daughter, and unexpectedly, it was a slightly familiar face.

His eyes narrowed instantly, "...Shen Xizhi?"

Shen Xizhi, who was sitting quietly at the side, heard someone calling her and looked up in confusion, "Master Wei?"

"It's you, aren't you a favorite girl in my son's yard? I heard you ran away?"

After looking at her for a while, Master Wei sneered, "So you are holding a grudge against my son for kidnapping you, so you brought people to avenge my daughter?"

"You are a commoner, and it is your good fortune that my son has chosen you because of your beauty. But you are so ungrateful and reckless that you are really courting death!"

Oh! Who would be willing to be taken away as a concubine for no reason?

Still blessed?

Shen Xizhi, who always had a very good temper, was also aroused. "If this is a blessing, do you want it? Could it be that Master Wei has some hobby? He likes to force and imprison others?"

"Humph! If that's the case, I'm sorry that we 'commoners' cannot accept it. We also hope that Master Wei and his family will keep their special hobbies hidden and not harm others."

There was disgust in the sarcasm.

Being offended, Wei Zhufu's face was distorted with anger, his eyes were burning with anger, and he ordered sternly: "Come here, cut off her tongue for me!"

She pointed at Shen Xizhi, then at Luo Qingzhi and the others, and said cruelly: "And those who dared to hurt my daughter, drag them all into the dungeon and torture them all."

"Even if they don't die, they will at least give me a layer of skin. I want them to live a life worse than death!"

There was another man among them. Although he couldn't see his face clearly, a trace of cruelty flashed in Master Wei's eyes. "Catch this man. When my daughter recovers from her injuries, use him as a gift to coax her. If she likes him, keep him. If not, throw him to the servants."

He didn't notice the cold looks on Luo Qingzhi and the others' faces, and continued speaking arrogantly.

A group of soldiers looked at each other, holding their spears and ready to take action.

I don't know.

"Yu." Luo Qingzhi called out casually, her voice calm and without any waves, but Ming Yu, who was familiar with her, immediately bowed to her.

The master is angry!

"My subordinate understands."

The next second, under everyone's gaze, Ming Yu moved.

Without seeing how the move was done, the soldiers who surrounded them were instantly knocked to the ground, followed by screams.

"what--"

Following the sound, I saw that the hand of Mr. Wei pointing at the sitting woman was broken directly, and then there were continuous slapping sounds.

"Clap! Clap! Clap!"

The sound reached my ears clearly.

After a long time, a face as swollen as a pig's head came into everyone's sight.

Everyone was stunned with fear.

But Wei Zhufu couldn't believe it.

Was he beaten?

He, the husband of a prefect, was beaten?

"You...you know who I am?" Because of his swollen cheeks, Mr. Wei could only pout when he spoke.

It looked really funny, but no one dared to laugh.

Although the stunningly beautiful woman did not utter a word at this moment, her cold and ruthless gaze seemed to be able to pierce through the body, making people tremble with fear and dare not act rashly.

"Who are you?" Luo Qingzhi looked at him coldly.