Poison Doctor Roaming the Martial World

Yang Jianwu thought about Qingdai's red and swollen eyes when she left, and the more she thought about it, the more upset she became, and the harder she hit her.

Qifei was happy to watch the show; it seemed Jingnan had offended Jianwu before. She glanced at the attack, and thought, "Well, at least she didn't kill him; nothing serious will happen. At most, Jingnan will be in pain for a few days."

Seeing that Mu Jin and Zi Ping couldn't stop Yang Jianwu, Mo Ye and Mo Yu tried to step forward and grab one of her hands. But close combat was Yang Jianwu's battlefield. With a flick of her sleeves, she threw the two of them to the ground. After adjusting her slightly loose hairpins, she continued to attack Jing Nan.

"We can't beat Xiao Wu'er in close combat, so we'll suppress her with internal energy." Mo Ye stood up and shouted to Mo Yu, "Let's attack together, but don't hurt her."

"it is good."

The two used their internal energy to finally stabilize the man. Yang Jianwu couldn't attack with her hands, but she wasn't going to let Jing Nan off the hook with her mouth. "Most people are just perverted. What they can't have is always stirring up their desires. Do you think you're a dog or a cat? Every time you see something stirring up your desires, you can't help but go up and bite it."

Jing Nan's martial arts skills were average, but his agility was impressive. Being chased and attacked by Yang Jianwu, a close-combat expert, he was simply being thrashed. Finally able to catch his breath, he said, "Miss Yang, please watch your words! This is incredibly rude of you. Also, is there some misunderstanding between us? What is your relationship with Qingdai? Can we clarify things before we start fighting?"

Yang Jianwu saw that Jing Nan still dared to talk back, "You, you are not on the same level as me at all. What are you babbling to me for? Don't think you're some kind of nobleman. Do you think your father is Li Gang?"

Jing Nan's IQ seemed to plummet: "Who is Li Gang?"

"Haha~" Consort Qi was amused by the two of them and laughed so hard that she was doubled over, showing no demeanor of a consort at all.

Jing Nan was so angry that he stammered, "You...you...you...you're unreasonable!"

Mo Ye couldn't help but let go of Yang Jianwu, went over and covered Jing Nan's mouth, and shouted, "Shut up!"

Jing Nan: "Waaah..."

Yang Jianwu, now free, wanted to beat up Jing Nan again, but Mo Yu stopped her in the middle. She struggled for a long time to no avail. Seeing that Jing Nan didn't speak, she restrained herself a bit. "Before I met you, I never judged people by their appearance... Sigh... I want to curse someone today, but I won't curse you."

Jing Nan felt like he couldn't catch his breath... Mo Ye wouldn't even let him speak... He was so frustrated.

Yang Jianwu slapped Mo Yu's arm away, turned and waved to Zi Ping and Mu Jin. The two walked over quickly, and Yang Jianwu put her fingers on the two girls' shoulders, put her arm around one of them, and smiled as she taught them her secret: "There is only one attitude towards scumbags, and that is to wish him 'If you can't get an erection, then it's a sunny day.' Come on, let's all wish Young Master Nan's life will always be as green as the grassland, always lush and green, haha."

The two maids dared not laugh, their shoulders trembling. Consort Qi laughed even more unrestrainedly, tears streaming down her face. She held a handkerchief in her hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes. "Oh my, this is so funny! I haven't laughed this happily in a long time. Jingnan, how did you offend Jianwu?"

Jing Nan's face turned purple from the rebuke, and now that Consort Qi was asking questions, she found a breakthrough. "Your Majesty, please do me justice! This is the first time I've met Miss Yang. I don't know where she heard about Qing Dai, but she used that to scold me."

Consort Qi did not recognize Qingdai. "Who is Qingdai?"

Jing Nan briefly explained to Consort Qi: "Your Highness Prince Ning and I once met a young master in Anshun. Qingdai was his maid, and I wanted to take her into my household, but her master disagreed. But this has nothing to do with Miss Yang, does it?"

Yang Jianwu kicked Jing Nan directly from behind. "How can it be okay..." The alcohol was taking effect, and Yang Jianwu was swaying. She didn't use much force when she kicked Jing Nan, but she still almost fell over. Zi Ping and Mu Jin followed behind to protect her, afraid that she would fall.

Mo Ye approached Jing Nan and said, "Are you brainless? Yang Jian, Yang Jianwu, don't you look familiar?"

Jing Nan, whose mind was preoccupied with small amounts of money, seemed to have a particularly poor IQ. "We're familiar with each other, so shouldn't it be easier to get closer to each other?"

Mo Ye felt the veins on his forehead bulging. "Yang Jian is Yang Jianwu, General Yang's daughter. Are you awake now?"

"Ah!" Jing Nan felt it was surreal. The person who tore his clothes and treated his injuries was a woman... He remembered that when she treated Mo Ye's injuries, she also directly tore them with her bare hands. Goodness, how come women are so fierce now?

"This...that..." He couldn't utter a single word for a long time.

Qifei understood. So the maid Jingnan wanted to take as a concubine was Jianwu's. She casually remarked, "Jianwu, that was too mild a rebuke."

Yang Jianwu nodded, "I also think it was too lenient. Should I beat him up again?"

Jing Nan was stunned. Wasn't Consort Qi just protecting her? How could she change so suddenly...? Mo Ye said to Zi Ping and Mu Jin, "Your mistress has drunk too much. Help her back to rest."

The two maids were in a dilemma, looking at each other, wondering what to do. Only Luo Li could handle their mistress's drunkenness; their skills were no match for hers. How could they take her back to her room?

Seeing that the two were not moving, Mo Yu urged them, "Take Wu'er back quickly, and remember to drink the hangover soup before going to sleep."

The two princes had already given the order, and if they didn't obey, it would cause trouble for the young lady. The two tried to help her to her room, but Yang Jianwu shook them off, saying, "I'm not going. I want to see handsome men."

Alright, she's so drunk she doesn't recognize anyone. Yang Jianwu sat sideways in her seat, staring straight at Mo Ye. Mo Ye knew that Xiao Wu'er was looking at him, and his cheeks flushed slightly. He tried to act naturally, but he became even more stiff with nervousness.

Mu Jin pleaded with Consort Qi for help, "Your Highness, our young lady was always forcibly carried away by Luo Li when she was drunk."

Qi Fei seemed to find it funny, "Haha, Jian Wu, I never thought you'd make such an embarrassing mistake. Why didn't you carry me in a princess carry?"

Zi Ping replied, "Miss likes to flirt with people when she's drunk, but you can't see her face because she's carrying a bag."

Aside from Consort Qi, who was laughing even more gleefully, the three grown men in the room didn't know how to react. Finally, Consort Qi spoke up, "Prince Ning, would you please escort Jianwu back to her room to rest?"

Mo Ye was puzzled as to why Consort Qi had chosen him directly. Consort Qi noticed his confusion and explained, "Mo Yu is already engaged and has nothing to do with Jian Wu, so it's inappropriate for him to deliver the gift. Jing Nan was just beaten by Jian Wu, so it's also not safe for him to deliver it. I can only trouble you." Consort Qi thought to herself, "If the two of you are destined to be together, I'll create an opportunity for you."

Mo Ye stepped forward, picked the person up, and carried him back to his room, with two maids following closely behind.

Mo Yu also wanted to give Yang Jianwu a gift, but he knew he had no chance. He couldn't fulfill Wu'er's request, and he couldn't easily give up his plans of the past years. Moreover, Prime Minister Li supported his request to marry Li Leru, and he would have other concubines in the future. Wu'er could only be a dream of the past in this life.

Mo Ye escorted her back to her room and gently placed her on the soft couch. Yang Jianwu had already fallen asleep halfway there. At this moment, the girl's face was flushed and slightly tipsy, with wisps of hair casually falling across her forehead, and a few drops of wine on her delicate lips.