After transmigrating the book, the petite villain became my puppy hook

Mu Qiaoxi stood firm and her eyes fell on the face of the hurried boy.

"What did you steal in a panic?"

Hearing her angry voice, the boy quickly knelt on the ground and kowtowed to her.

"The eldest lady atones for her sins, the eldest lady atones for her sins, the little ones are wronged."

While his head was twisting and turning, Mu Qiaoxi saw clearly. Isn't this the boy who was almost killed by Rouge before? She saved him that day, but recently she didn't have any extra time to take care of the funeral.

Hongxiu on the side obviously recognized who the boy was, and whispered in Mu Qiaoxi's ear.

"Miss, this is Fu Sheng. If I had known that his hands and feet were so unclean after you rescued him, I might as well have told the master directly."

Fusheng was naturally frightened when he heard Hong Xiu's words.

"Young lady, please forgive me. I will never dare to do this again."

Fusheng admitted his mistake with a sad face, but Mu Qiaoxi's attention was no longer on this slave, but he was looking at the herbs here with some curiosity.

"These herbs are not expensive, but I can tell that saxifrage and asparagus are not anti-inflammatory and hemostatic herbs. What do you want these for?"

Mu Qiaoxi stretched out her shoes and fiddled with the herbs on the ground a few times, her eyes looking very confused.

How could Fusheng dare to raise his head in front of the eldest lady in the house who was as fearful as a tiger? He only dared to lie on the ground and try to shrink his whole body, and continued to quibble with a trembling voice.

Hongxiu took one look at Mu Qiaoxi's face and knew what to do.

"You, this slave, don't know what the eldest lady is capable of. With unclean hands and claws like yours, it is reasonable to drag you out to be skinned!"

When had Fusheng seen such a battle?

When Rouge almost killed him before, Fusheng had already cherished his life to the extreme.

"Miss, have mercy on me, miss, have mercy on me, these herbs are sent to Mo Yan in the woodshed." Fusheng gritted his teeth and told the truth.

He didn't dare to shake Mo Yan out just now because he thought of Mu Qiaoxi's hatred for Mo Yan.

If Mu Qiaoxi knew about her stealing herbs to treat Mo Yan's injuries, she would just throw him out to die in disgust at Mo Yan. Her own life might also be lost because of protecting Mo Yan.

Now that Fusheng tells the truth, he puts his head on the ground and seems to be ready to wait for his fate.

But the severe punishment never came, and Mu Qiaoxi's expression was stunned for a moment.

Haven't Mo Yan's injuries been healed? Why did he suddenly need herbal medicine again?

Hongxiu noticed Mu Qiaoxi's surprise, so she stepped forward and pulled the boy up, "Are you considering coaxing us? When did Mo Yan want these healing herbs?! You are dishonest."

Fusheng waved his hands quickly, almost crying.

"No, miss. Although Mo Yan's old injuries have healed, new injuries are difficult to treat. If we don't find herbal medicine quickly, Mo Yan's life will be in danger."

How could that happen?!

Before Mu Qiaoxi could speak, Fusheng sobbed and said.

"While Mo Yan was working, Aunt Qu went to patrol in the name of young lady. She picked on Mo Yan and gave him a good beating. Now his legs were almost broken."

When he heard this, Mu Qiaoxi almost swayed a little unsteadily.

When Hongxiu still wanted to say something to comfort her.

"What are you doing here? People are dying in this mansion. Why are you still here? Hongxiu, go to my room and take out the best golden sore medicine. Fusheng, please call the doctor!"

Neither of them reacted, nor did they notice anything wrong with Mu Qiaoxi's panic.

Hongxiu responded and turned around to go to Mu Qiaoxi's house, while the boy hurried to the woodshed with Mu Qiaoxi.

In the woodshed, as soon as Mu Qiaoxi walked in, she smelled a strong smell of blood in the air.

Mo Yan's breath was weak now, and he was sitting in a pile of straw with a miserable look on his face. The torn cotton quilt was already soaked with blood.

Seeing the scene in front of him, Mu Qiaoxi felt that the blood in his body had gone cold at this moment.

She stumbled forward in panic and fell down in front of Mo Yan.

Mu Qiaoxi ignored her own pain and examined Mo Yan's wounds.

Mo Yan's calf had been beaten with a barbed whip and was covered in blood. Several wounds deep enough to show the bone were oozing blood.

For a moment, Mu Qiaoxi couldn't even control her own character.

There was a hint of moisture in her panicked eyes.

It's over, it's all over!

All the hard work during this period was wiped out by Aunt Qu!

Her voice trembled: "How could this happen? How could you be so seriously injured? Do you...do you want it? Just be patient for a while and the medicine will be here soon."

Mo Yan's face now looked frosty, but in fact, he was already suffering from such heartbreaking pain that he was about to collapse.

His arrogance refused to give in at this moment, and his uncompromising stubbornness made him grit his teeth and refuse to scream.

Seeing Mu Qiaoxi with a panicked look on his face, Mo Yan sneered.

"Don't pretend to be a good person here. Don't think that I don't know. You just wanted to take me to the Hundred Flowers Banquet on a whim that day. Now that you've regretted it, I naturally won't say anything to you. Why bother calling someone to interrupt me?

Where are the legs?”

Mo Yan took it for granted that today's experience was a sign that Mu Qiaoxi regretted taking him to the Hundred Flowers Banquet.

Mu Qiaoxi was stunned for a moment, then recalled what Fusheng said, that Aunt Qu was Mo Yan who was looking for trouble in her own name.

Seeing Mo Yan's legs, Mu Qiaoxi thought that he was seriously injured, and was so anxious that she almost opened her mouth to explain.

"Actually, Aunt Qu is not..."

The words were almost out of her mouth, but at this moment, Mu Qiaoxi's reason controlled her.

"Nanny Qu is an old man in the house. She must have her reasons for coming to lecture. You just listen and you dare to refute. You don't deserve your fate!"

As she spoke, Mu Qiaoxi secretly wiped the sweat from her palms.

He looked at the person in front of him, chuckled, stretched out his toes and kicked his uninjured area.

"What? Your bastard life, isn't it true that you are already lame?"

Mu Qiaoxi's eyes were a little evasive, fearing that her panic and worry would be exposed by Mo Yan.

Although Mo Yan's wound was now severely injured, there was still a faint visible twitch when Mu Qiaoxi touched it slightly.

Seeing this, Mu Qiaoxi breathed a sigh of relief. It's good that it didn't stop.

Suddenly, Mu Qiaoxi's calf felt a sharp pain, and a sharp pebble fell to the ground.

The snow-white skin suddenly turned red.

Mu Qiaoxi was in pain and was very angry.

"Who is it?!"