The fake daughter is a little lucky star (MTL)

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

    Hearing the delicate "brother" and looking at the petite girl who wasn't even close to his chest, Mo Cang's heart suddenly softened into a mess.

    He softened his voice, reached out and touched the top of Zhuang Shiyan's head lightly, comforting: "Don't be afraid! My brother helped you clean them up!"

    After receiving the response, Zhuang Shiyan's body softened and she fainted in Mo Cang's arms. , Mo Cang hurriedly reached out his hand to catch it, and hugged the person in his arms.

    Looking at the dirty little face in his arms, Mo Cang frowned slightly and ordered coldly, "Mo Jiu, teach me a lesson and send it to the yamen."

    "Yes, General!" , The tall and sturdy guards behind him rolled over and dismounted.

    Seeing this, the robbers who were crawling around on the ground screamed even more. They pointed at Zhuang Shiyan, who had fainted in Mo Cang's arms, and complained bitterly: "General, spare your life! General Mingjian! She beat people!

    " A savage man, a petite, thin and miserable girl, as long as she is not blind, she knows who beat whom.

    "Presumptuous! When the general is blind!" Mo Cang shouted with a cold face, and slapped it in the air, and several men were instantly slapped away.

    Mo Cang picked up the limp little girl in his arms horizontally, tapped his toes on the ground, neatly mounted his horse, and rode forward, completely ignoring the screams and begging for mercy that came from behind him.

    In less than half an hour, Mo Cang led a team of guards all the way to a house on the outskirts of Beijing, rolled over and dismounted with the person in his arms.

    "General, you are here!" The steward greeted him.

    "Go and ask the doctor! Bring water and cook some food." Mo Cang hurried along with the person and came to a wing.

    "Yes!" The steward walked away and went to Zhang Luo.

    Mo Cang carried the person into the room and gently placed the person on the couch.

    A servant bowed his head and respectfully brought a basin of warm water to the door.

    Mo Cang walked over to pick it up, put the water basin on the table beside the couch, soaked the handkerchief and wrung it dry, walked to the couch, and reached out to help the girl wipe her face. After washing the handkerchief several times and changing two basins of water, the little girl's face and hands were completely clean.

    Looking at the little girl's face, Mo Cang was stunned.

    There is still a little water vapor on a small face, but without makeup, it is as pure and flawless as a hibiscus. The skin is delicate and fair, and people can't help but want to touch it, but they can't bear it, for fear that it will break when touched. The palm-sized face still has a little baby fat, and the eyebrows are picturesque, and it is so hard to look away.

    "General, the doctor is here!" the steward said at the door.

    Mo Cang returned to his senses, put the handkerchief in the water basin, walked to the side and sat down, and said, "Come in." The

    pale-haired old doctor took his pulse, frowned, and said after deliberation, "General, this girl The fainting should be caused by physical weakness, there is no serious problem, and will wake up later. However, this girl has been poisoned before, but it has been solved, and she needs to be rehabilitated. "