Mo Lingfeng only remembered Mo Qianlan's voice and cold hands, and he couldn't remember them clearly. Everything was hazy, like a dream or a hallucination.
She was in pain and joy. She tied her shirt, pulled on her shoes, and stretched her legs. She wanted to stand up, but she had no strength at all.
"Water," she croaked.
Yin Nan quickly went to pour water. The water was rock sugar water. Mo Lingfeng took two sips from her hand, took a breath, and took another sip.
The sugar water is cold, suppressing the burning pain in the mouth, and the sweet rain enters the limbs and veins, turning into strength.
She drank a glass of sugar water four or five times before finishing it. After finishing the drink, she stood up holding Yin Nan's hand. Her eyes immediately started to spin, and her vision was blurry.
She dragged her steps, held Yin Nan's hand, and staggered to Mo Qianlan's bedside, sat on the embroidered pier, and leaned forward to look at Mo Qianlan.
"elder brother."
She leaned over Mo Qianlan's chest, listened to the beating in Mo Qianlan's chest, took a deep breath, and smelled Mo Qianlan's breath.
Then she put her hand into Mo Qianlan's hand.
"Brother...you came to my dream."
There was silence all around, Mo Qianlan didn't speak, didn't hold her hand back, and the beating sound in his chest was as weak as before.
Her expectations dissipated little by little, and the spirit that had been built up because of happiness collapsed. Her body began to collapse involuntarily, and piece by piece, piece by piece, together with her heart, became ruins and fragments.
Li Yitie pushed open the door and came in with a medicine box. When Mo Lingfeng heard the voice, he quickly let go of his hand, stood up and made way for him: "Uncle Li."
"She's in good spirits, thanks to her good foundation." Li Yitie stretched out his hand to test her forehead. "It's normal. Take good care of her for two days, and she will get better gradually."
Mo Lingfeng covered his cheek: "Uncle, I have a toothache." Reading Shula
Li Yitie said with a smile: "When a person is weak, any problem will appear and cause trouble. Applying insecticide will make it better."
Mo Lingfeng's tongue rolled over his teeth, and he suddenly felt the pungent aroma of tooth decay medicine in his mouth, and his heart moved. However, Li Yitie continued: "I'll apply it on you once, and let the nanny do it later." Apply it to you again."
"Oh." She pursed her lips.
Li Yitie sat down, took out the pulse pillow, and placed it under Mo Qianlan's wrist.
Mo Lingfeng stood aside like a pile, and Li Yitiao turned to look at her: "You move to Changsui Residence, and put ice in your place to prevent the wound from festering. Mo Jiedu couldn't bear the cold. I gave it to you last night." Using ice to reduce the fever, Mo Jiedushi's pulse condition changed."
"Is it important?"
"It's not a big deal."
Mo Lingfeng felt relieved, held Yin Nan's hand, and walked out slowly. When he reached the screen, he couldn't help but look back at Mo Qianlan.
When she was unconscious, the high fever that almost overwhelmed her and the arrow wounds eager to devour her left her with nowhere to escape. It seemed that Mo Qianlan was always with her, allowing her to struggle over.
Without any warning, a tear fell, not for herself, but for Mo Qianlan who was trapped in the bed - she loved her brother the most, loved her brother the most.
She walked out of the second hall and returned to the Changsui Residence surrounded by the nannies and maids. The ice basin was placed in the Changsui Residence in advance and the room was cool. She applied insecticide and drank the decoction, feeling the turbulent emotions in her heart. It calmed down little by little, and what came up was hunger.
The nanny asked the maid to go to the kitchen to get the food, and took advantage of the opportunity to clean Mo Lingfeng's body, change her clothes, and tie her hair again.
Just as he wrapped the gold collar and put it under the pillow, a little maid ran in and whispered: "Master Cheng is here."
"It has been Mr. Cheng who has been guarding here these past few days," Auntie Mo told Mo Lingfeng. "Thanks to him and Grandma Yue, the rules have not been messed up."
Mo Lefeng's brain turned to mush: "Who is the grandma?"
"She is Mr. Cheng's eldest sister."
Mo Lingfeng suddenly realized: "Ask someone to put the food in the flower hall, and put a portion for Cheng San."
Grandma responded and went to make arrangements, asking her servants to move the ice basin, and then helped Mo Lingfeng to sit down in the flower hall, whispering to her what happened in the past two days.
In the flower hall,
Cheng Ting sat drinking tea. Seeing that Mo Lingfeng was intact, Cheng Ting breathed a sigh of relief: "I've survived too. You have more greetings than my father!"
Mo Lingfeng slowly sat down, and when he raised his hand, he pulled at the wound. His face suddenly twisted in pain, but when he calmed down, he saw that Cheng Ting's eyes and nose were also squeezed into a ball, hurting for her.
"I heard from grandma that an assassin was caught in the family?"
Cheng Ting nodded. Seeing his servants bringing breakfast, his stomach let out a long, clear rumbling, and he quickly said, "We'll talk about it later."
He reached out to grab a bowl of broth noodles, picked up his chopsticks and pierced the fried rice dumplings, stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it twice, then picked up the bowl and took a big sip of the soup.
He couldn't remember what he ate in the past two days.
Worrying about the war, worrying about Mo Lingfeng, being sent by his eldest sister, and almost being scared out of his wits by his uncle, at the same time, he thought about Wu Jin like crazy - Wu Jin was much smarter than him, and could easily solve any problem. I won't be as exhausted as him.
The nanny was bringing japonica rice porridge to Mo Lingfeng. Mo Lingfeng shook his head: "Grandma, I will eat it myself."
She took a spoon and took a sip of the porridge. The porridge was warm and soft. After entering her mouth, she shuddered and quickly swallowed the porridge.
Cheng Ting picked up the black bean sauce and poured it into the noodle bowl: "Do you have a toothache?"
Mo Lingfeng took a breath: "Yeah."
"If you eat it cold, your teeth won't hurt so much. My father once beat me so hard that my tooth hurt. I had to let it cool even when I drank tea."
"Um."
Cheng Ting was stunned, finishing the five dishes in front of him, wiping his mouth clean, and watching Mo Lingfeng drink the porridge clumsily and painfully with a spoon.
"The pigtail you captured did a great job. The man pretended to be a servant of your family. He only had one glance in front of him and he saw the clues."
Mo Lingfeng took a sip of the porridge and hissed as he drank, "Where did you catch it?"
"Er Tang, he died on the spot. He was carried out by Yin Bei." He turned to look at Yin Nan and pointed quietly, "He was very vicious."
After saying that, he quickly took his finger back, fearing that Yin Nan would break his finger after seeing it.
After Mo Lingfeng finished a bowl of porridge, he put down his spoon, his mind was slightly clearer, and he could listen carefully to every word Cheng Ting said.
"Why are you staying here?"
After hearing this, Cheng Ting felt that these words seemed familiar and felt panicked for no reason. He waved to the nanny and said, "Grandma, today's tempeh is delicious. Please help me get a can and I'll take it back."
He rubbed his stomach and burped: "It's a long story. On the day of the war, Shi Yuan came back from Jeju to deliver a letter from Wu Jin. When he and I chased Yin Bei to the Shuo River, the war happened to start. Shi Yuan had nothing to do. Tell me the letter."
"What did you write?"
"Death is painful, life is also painful," Cheng Ting couldn't help but rolled his eyes, "I still don't know what it means. Wu Jin just reads too many books, and everything he says is clouded!"
Mo Lingfeng immediately discovered the secret from these seven - life and death.
The emperor became murderous and suspicious.
Those who arrived in Kuanzhou earlier than Wu Jin's letter were the men sent by the emperor. They took advantage of the chaos and entered the house and hid until Zeer broke through.
And she and Mo Qianlan survived a disaster without knowing anything.
She had no fear, she just felt that everything was handled just right. Cheng Ting, Zell, Yin Nan, and Yin Bei were all like puppets on strings, with one hand quietly controlling everything behind the scenes.
