Cheng Ting's awe for Mo Qianlan has reached a new level, and there is still doubt hidden in the fear.
Mo Qianlan woke up, but he didn't let outsiders know. He didn't even reveal it to Mo Lingfeng. What was he going to do?
Although he has never participated in all the strategies of the Mo Mansion, from Wu Jin's secret letters, he can detect the subtle balance between the Mo Mansion and the imperial court.
When strangers enter Mo Mansion, they are breaking this balance, and Mo Qianlan's awakening will completely push this balance out of balance.
While he was thinking hard, Yin Bei, who had just carried the body, came over and said with cupped hands: "Third Master, someone has sent a greeting message again, and I have to ask you to reply."
Cheng Ting took a step back, and his thoughts suddenly dispersed and turned into ungraspable flounder, floating in his mind.
"I'll go right away," he turned to ask Yin Bei, "Have you reported to the official position?"
Yin Bei shook his head: "No."
Cheng Ting was surprised: "Where is the body?" Kanshu La
"Buried in mass graves."
"Bury..."
The thoughts in Cheng Ting's mind also disappeared, and he thought that what he had just thought was completely unnecessary.
He's a good guy, and he doesn't follow the same path as these lawless lunatics.
The stranger broke into the Mo Mansion pretending to be a servant, intending to do evil to the Mo brothers and sisters. News that happened to be discovered by Zell gradually spread, calming the panicked servants, and the Mo Mansion returned to peace.
The night was getting darker and darker. Cheng Ting responded to the post and finally got some rest. He went to Jiusixuan to sleep. In the second hall, the aunt was replaced by two other people keeping vigil. The nanny couldn't bear it anymore, so she went to sleep first. Down.
With Yin Nan's help, Mo Qianlan sat beside the couch in the cubicle and watched Mo Lingfeng intently.
Half an hour ago, Mo Lingfeng's high fever gradually subsided, and the redness on his face gradually subsided, and he seemed to be awake. However, just now, the high fever swept over him again, his skin burned red, and the insect teeth came out to cause trouble. The cheeks become swollen.
The wounds on his back became more and more hideous and glaring, with blood oozing out from them.
She stopped talking and became quiet.
Yin Nan stood at the door, opened the door after hearing Li Yitie's voice, and let Li Yitie in.
Li Yitie held an ice mirror in one hand and a wooden tray in the other hand, with medicine, strong wine and fine cloth on it.
When he walked to the compartment, he put down the ice pick, knocked out a piece of ice, wrapped it in fine cloth, and placed it on the back of Mo Lingfeng's neck: "Fortunately, there is still ice left. I'll just make it through tonight."
He knocked another piece, wrapped it in fine cloth, and pressed it to Mo Lingfeng's exposed cheek.
Mo Lingfeng moved a little, and the ice was about to fall. Mo Qianlan reached out to catch it. Both hands went their own way and refused to give way to each other. The ice cube fell to the ground with a "bang".
Li Yitie picked up the ice cube, replaced the fine cloth, and pressed it on Mo Lingfeng's cheek again: "If you want to live for two more days, don't touch it."
Mo Qianlan was afraid of the cold and didn't use ice during the three-day period, but he still reached out and gently pressed the ice cube: "It won't take more than a day or two."
Li Yitie said coldly: "I won't change the recipe for you. I'll just prepare a coffin for you."
"No need to spend money," Mo Qianlan smiled, "I've already prepared it."
Li Yitie was speechless, soaked a piece of handkerchief with strong liquor, and rubbed Mo Lingfeng's bruised wound bit by bit. Mo Lingfeng no longer knew the pain, and lay motionless, with his nose twitching and his breathing rapid.
After scrubbing, Li Yitie reapplied medicine to her and bandaged her wound with white muslin: "You can't use ice cubes for too long. Take them off after a quarter of an hour, put them back on after a quarter of an hour, and drink again after half an hour." medicine."
Mo Qianlan nodded and listened to Li Yitie go out. After a quarter of an hour, he lowered his numb hands from the cold and struggled to remove the ice cube from the back of Mo Lingfeng's neck.
He performed the simplest movement with great difficulty, and his hands turned blue from the cold. The cold air seemed to have penetrated into his heart along his fingers, leaving a lump of cold air in his heart.
He was very calm about this, and his emotions were not complicated. He just wanted to protect Mo Lingfeng.
He looked at Mo Lingfeng, then lowered his head to look at the incense carved at his feet. A quarter of an hour later, he heard Mo Lingfeng's breathing quicken again. He touched his forehead and saw that it was extremely hot, so he clumsily removed the ice.
Put the blocks on.
Mo Lingfeng felt better, and he also felt better in his heart.
At this time, he really wanted to drink a few drinks to warm his body, make his hands and feet more flexible, and relax the tight strings - but that would leave traces.
He lowered his head to look at the carved incense - in less than a cup of tea, he had already looked down five times, for fear of missing the moment.
His hands ached from the cold and frequent movements, but he remained indifferent.
Half an hour later, Li Yitie came in with medicine. He was inconvenient to feed Mo Lingfeng the medicine, so he handed the medicine to Yin Nan and stood guard at the door instead of Yin Nan.
Yin Nan carried the medicine into the cubicle - with Mo Qianlan in charge, even if she couldn't do the fine work, she had to be a big maid.
Carefully, he turned Mo Lingfeng sideways, helped her sit up, put one hand around her shoulders and neck, and brought the bowl to Mo Lingfeng's mouth with the other hand, and fed her in little by little.
The concoction dripped in, and Mo Lingfeng couldn't swallow it. It dripped from the corner of his mouth and counted. Mo Qianlan quickly stretched out his hands to hold it under Mo Lingfeng's chin.
After giving him the medicine, Li Yitie came in, wiped his hands clean, and patted his back: "Have a rest. As an elder brother, you have almost become a filial son."
Mo Qianlan touched Mo Lingfeng's forehead and whispered, "I can't bear it."
He was silent for a moment, then smiled helplessly: "Being the son of the Mo family in this life is already a crime committed in the previous life. I only have such a sister..."
His words were unclear, but he actually meant more than that.
He committed sins in his previous life, but unexpectedly he will commit countless sins in this life. He is afraid that he will only be a pig or a dog in his next life. He will be miserable in all three lives. Only Mo Lingfeng is the most precious treasure in the Buddhist world, and the blessings from the ten directions make him happy with everything.
So if he can take one more look, he can take one more look, and he can stay with her all night long.
Li Yitie packed up his things and left. Halfway through the day, Mo Lingfeng's fever completely subsided, and his face gradually became normal, as if he was awake.
Mo Qianlan returned to being a living dead. He had so many worries in his heart that he had to endure it.
After Yin Shi, Mo Lingfeng woke up.
She slept for a day and a night. Her high fever subsided and she felt much better, but she was still dazed. She opened her eyes and looked around, unable to remember how she got home.
She recognized that this was the partition of the second hall. Yin Nan was sitting beside the couch. There was a surprisingly large porcelain basin on the small table, with a basin of fried dimes inside. Yin Nan scooped up the dimes with his bare hands and chewed them loudly. .
Mo Lingfeng moved, and a sharp pain immediately hit him. Not only did his back hurt, but his limbs also felt like rotten wood. The bones were crisp and hollow. The slightest movement made him sore.
She opened her mouth and said "Ouch", but as soon as she opened her mouth, there was another pain in her mouth, and her head started to hurt as well.
"Ugh..."
Yin Nan put the corner in her hand into her mouth, chewed it in a few mouthfuls, wiped her oily hands while swallowing, threw away the handkerchief, leaned over and said, "Girl, do you want some water?"
Mo Lingfeng endured the pain, sat up sideways, lowered his legs, and looked at the gauze shirt on the shelf: "Get dressed."
While putting her hands into her sleeves, she recalled the situation when she was unconscious: her brother was here.
