There was no movement inside the door, Mo Li pressed the door again, and suddenly heard footsteps behind him. When he looked back, he saw a middle-aged scholar looking at him vigilantly.

"Who are you looking for?"

Mo Li could tell at a glance that this was the owner of the house.

Because this narrow alley is a dead end, except for the door in front of you, everything else is a wall.

Mo Li bowed thoughtfully and said, "I came from Fengxing Pavilion... Fengxing Bookstore, I want to come to the door to ask for it..."

"What?!"

The middle-aged scholar was shocked and then said angrily, "They went back on their word and dared to sell my news?"

The middle-aged scholar saw Mo Li’s handsome appearance and calm behavior. He knew at a glance that he had been taught by the Six Arts of a gentleman since childhood. Usually, only powerful people and noble families could see them.

He became more and more disgusted and couldn't help frowning and said, "Young Master Shenhua is introverted and has an extraordinary background. Why do you want to ask for such an object that cannot be waited for?"

Mo Li was slightly angry because some so-called scholarly families did think that children and nephews at home did not follow the right path to study medicine, and that studying imperial examinations was the right principle. If you just study by yourself, it would be nothing to see your family for a headache or fever. If you insist on going out to practice medicine to treat the people, you would scold, beat and even expel them from the family.

Just because the people who are doctors want to cure are all evil in their eyes, dirty and plagued by evil winds and evil. How can those who are willing to be humble regardless of their identity?

Mo Li's anger is because Qin Lu had such a background and experience.

"How can you judge whether you can get up or not?"

"you……"

The steamed bun in the middle-aged scholar almost fell down, and his body couldn't help but tremble.

At the stalemate, Meng Qi arrived.

Meng Qi immediately appeared in front of the scholar and asked coldly: "Why, he refuses to do it?"

The pressure was doubled. The scholar who didn't understand martial arts could not hold on and leaned against the wall, his eyes full of horror.

Meng Qi narrowed his eyes and said word by word: "...You are very capable of making the doctor angry."

"etc?"

The middle-aged scholar hugged his arms and asked Mo Li with a trembling trembling, "You, are you a doctor?"

When Mo Li saw his expression, she suddenly realized that she might have misunderstood something.

"Doctor...you, what exactly do you ask for?"

"Silver Needle."

Mo Li began to wonder if he had found the wrong person.

The middle-aged scholar breathed a sigh of relief and muttered, "I didn't say it earlier, I thought I was here to ask for a painting."

His voice was very low, but he couldn't hide it from Meng Qi and Mo Li.

The two looked at each other, and Mo Li felt that something was wrong and he began to recall the conversation he had just had with the scholar.

"There are two pairs of silver needles that have not been sold. You can take a look first and come in." The scholar began to fumble in his pocket for the keys.

Mo Li thought about it and shouted tentatively: "Mr. Jinshui?"
Chapter completed!