Li Yitie carried Mo Qianlan to the cubicle. Yin Nan raised her eyelids, glanced at Mo Qianlan, and then lowered her eyes with no surprise - even if Mo Qianlan crawled out of the grave, she wouldn't be surprised. .
Mo Qianlan glanced at her: "Guard the door."
He didn't want people to know that he was awake - Mo Lingfeng was already powerful, and if he were awake at this time, it would undoubtedly make the emperor uneasy.
Yin Nan moved away the small table with the empty medicine bowl, moved over a grand master's chair, and then went to stand at the door without letting in a single fly.
Li Yitie put Mo Qianlan into the chair and cursed in his mind: "I don't want to die! Let's see if it can reduce the fever or get more meat!"
Mo Qianlan put his hands on the armrests of the chair, used all his strength to control his body, slowly leaned forward, and looked at Mo Lingfeng in front of him.
The cross cut by the arrow wound on her back turned into a boning knife and cut out his heart with one knife, crushing his heart in an instant.
A mouthful of blood poured out of his throat. His tongue was still stiff and he couldn't swallow. Blood overflowed from his mouth and dripped all over his clothes.
Li Yitie sighed silently and wiped it with a handkerchief, but his clothes were still dirty.
Mo Qianlan was completely unaware of this.
He only stared at Mo Lingfeng, seeing that Ah Gu, who he held like a jewel in his hand, had turned into a colorless person. The wounds on her back were hideous, like a big mouth, silently devouring her life. .
A layer of sticky plaster was applied to the wound. Based on Mo Qianlan's understanding of Li Yitie, the plaster must contain medicine that can relieve pain, but Mo Lingfeng was still in pain, so painful that he could not sleep peacefully in his sleep. Raving.
Mo Qianlan bent down as much as possible, raised his right hand, and placed it tremblingly on top of Mo Lingfeng's head. He tried hard to move his tongue and made an indistinct sound: "Ah, my brother is here."
Mo Lingfeng was extremely uncomfortable in her sleep. A fire was lit from the inside out, trying to burn her into charcoal. It was like there was a red-hot iron stuck in her back. She wished she could turn her back and burn her. Pull out.
She couldn't feel Mo Qianlan's hand on her head, and she couldn't hear Mo Qianlan calling her, she just moaned unconsciously.
Mo Qianlan tried to reach out to hug Mo Lingfeng, but as soon as he moved, his whole body slipped out of the chair. It was like jade pieces were all over the floor and he couldn't get them together.
He knelt on his legs, holding one hand on the edge of the couch, trying his best to prop up his upper body, staggering closer to Mo Lingfeng, and pressed his forehead against Mo Lingfeng's.
Mo Lingfeng felt better when his cold forehead was pressed against him. He tilted his head and rubbed Mo Qianlan's forehead. He whimpered twice and hot tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.
Mo Qianlan moved his fingers, clumsily wiping her tears bit by bit. While wiping, he looked at Mo Lingfeng's swollen face and knew that her teeth were also hurting due to her weakness.
"Ah...do you have a toothache?"
Li Yitie stood aside and said, "The insecticide cannot be rubbed in."
Mo Lingfeng didn't open his mouth. When feeding the medicine, he poured it in little by little. The tooth medicine couldn't go in at all.
"Medicine." Mo Qianlan struggled to speak, and Li Yitie struggled to listen. After hearing this, he quickly took the insecticide and applied it on Mo Qianlan's index finger.
Mo Qianlan said in Mo Lingfeng's ear: "Ah, open your mouth and be good."
Mo Lingfeng frowned, but slowly opened his mouth.
Mo Qianlan's heart was cut by a knife - when Mo Lingfeng was young, she had so many insect teeth that it hurt when touched. Every time she applied insect tooth medicine, he would hold her and coax her and apply the medicine to her.
Ah Gu will always remember him.
He couldn't see clearly where the tooth was, but he remembered that Mo Lingfeng's lower left tooth hurt the most, so he controlled his fingers to wipe it there.
When Mo Lingfeng was in pain all over, a sharp pain suddenly came from her teeth, hitting the Tianling Cap directly. She groaned loudly, bit down subconsciously, and closed her mouth tightly.
Mo Qianlan's fingers were immediately bitten by her. Li said "Ouch" and quickly reached out to pinch Mo Lingfeng's cheeks, but Mo Qianlan shook his head.
"No, she's in pain...it's okay..."
He leaned closer, stroked Mo Lingfeng's cheek with one hand, and said in a soft voice: "Ah, open your mouth, good boy...yes
Brother, don’t be afraid. "
Even though it was still hot, his body was still cold. Mo Lingfeng rubbed his palm again and again, and slowly opened his mouth a little.
Li Yitie grabbed Mo Qianlan's hand and pulled out his fingers. He saw several tooth marks on his fingers. The bite was so deep that the skin was broken and bleeding.
If it doesn't bite off, that's a good thing.
Li Yitie let go of his hand. For some reason, his eyes turned red and he wanted to cry. He quickly raised his head, rolled his eyes vigorously, and blinked back the tears.
He thought that these two brothers and sisters were Kassapa and Ananda who were beside the Buddha.
The same body and fate, the same spirit and branches. Ananda put his palms together and Kasyapa raised his eyebrows. Just one sentence, no outsiders are allowed to know.
Mo Qianlan ignored her fingers and gathered Mo Lingfeng's messy temples. Seeing that she was only wearing a bellyband, he was afraid that she would get a cold in addition to serious injuries, so he pulled the gauze up to cover her shoulders.
He looked carefully again and saw that the gold collar was taken off, wrapped in a scarf and put aside so that it would not hurt her. The bun on her head was tied loosely so that it would not make her uncomfortable. The socks were newly made summer socks, clean and soft. , then looked away.
Finally, he used a finger to lightly trace Mo Lingfeng's eyebrows.
The little girl grew into a big girl, with long black eyebrows, thick eyelashes, spread under her eyes like fans, a straight nose, angular lips, slightly tilted, forbearing and aggrieved.
It had been a long time since he had taken a good look at her or given her a hug.
Reluctantly letting go of his hand, he turned to look at Li Yitie: "Let's go."
Li Yitie took him out of the cubicle and put him on the bed behind the screen. He half-sited and half-lyed against the head of the bed, then bent down and took out a row of silver needles.
Before taking action, Mo Qianlan suddenly asked: "How long can I survive if I am awake?"
He slowly found his tongue.
Li Yitie's hand trembled when he took out the needle - a person doesn't want to live, even if Daluo Jinxian comes to save him, he can't.
"At most three months."
Mo Qianlan thought about it carefully: "Are you trying your best?"
Li Yitie became angry and scolded him in a low voice: "I will try my best to build a good coffin for you! Pouring medicine on the rocks is better than giving it to you to drink!"
In order to keep Mo Qianlan alive, he worked hard and even deceived the emperor, but Mo Qianlan didn't care about his own life and asked about the date of his death.
Zhao Shiheng has left, and if Mo Qianlan leaves again, he will no longer have any friends in Kuanzhou who know everything about him, and he will not even be able to stay in Kuanzhou anymore.
Mo Qianlan smiled apologetically: "Sorry."
Li Yitie had a stern look on his face and took a deep breath: "Less than half a year."
Mo Qianlan nodded: "That's enough, keep it a secret for now."
He had chosen this road for Mo Lingfeng. He already knew the hardships and sufferings involved, but he still couldn't bear it.
He wanted to help her walk a bit.
I just have to go quietly for the time being.
There was silence in the room, with only the sound of low breathing remaining. The silence was not broken until Mo Liangfeng let out a rapid gasp.
Mo Qianlan's voice became even lower: "Did the arrows be taken out cleanly?"
Having said this, he couldn't help but look up into the cubicle.
In fact, he couldn't see the cubicle at all while sitting on the bed, but he still wanted to see it.
His vision was blocked by the wall, but the shocking scars on Mo Lingfeng's back could be seen in his mind.
