The violent coughing caused the young man in Tsing Yi, who was half-lying on the recliner to take a nap, to curl up uncomfortably, with a twisted and painful look on his face. His hands that were shaking due to coughing struggled to reach into his arms to pull something out, but the pain that was about to burst from his chest once again made him hurriedly take it out as soon as his hands came into contact with the brocade handkerchief in his arms. He covered his mouth tightly.
After the violent coughing, a pool of dark red blood was left on the originally white and clean brocade handkerchief. If you look closely, you can see that there are even specks of black in it.
Jiu Xia, who was being pulled all the way back by Nan Liluo, changed her face slightly when she saw this situation. She quickly squatted on the edge of the recliner, stretched out her hand and took Ranchen's hand to treat him.
At this time, he didn't have any strength at all, so he had no choice but to let a woman control him obediently. His head hung limply on the recliner, but his expression of pain did not diminish at all.
Seeing this, Jiuxia quickly asked: "Where is the medicine my girl gave you?"
Nan Liyu murmured to the side: "Young Master has had a severe attack recently, and he has finished his medicine long ago."
The woman squatting next to the recliner could only curse inwardly, looking for the medicine bag on her back, and pulled out a white jade porcelain bottle. She poured a medicine out of it and was about to feed it to Ranchen.
The young man in Tsing Yi who was lying on the recliner seemed to feel the pill being fed to his mouth. He opened his mouth slightly and put the pill into his mouth. Jiu Xia hurriedly winked at the people around him, and Nan Liyu hurriedly moved his side. He picked up the tea cup on the low stool, drank the already mild tea, and finally slid the slightly bitter pill down his throat.
Jiu Xia took the brocade handkerchief that Ranchen had just covered up in her hand, looked at the blood stains with black stars on it, and fell into deep thought.
I don't know if the pills had taken effect, but Ranchen's coughing seemed to have subsided, and even his brows were no longer as furrowed as before, and the pain in his chest also dissipated.
Nan Liyu helped him up and placed a soft cushion behind him. The whole person had just recovered from the severe pain just now, and the body below the neck looked a little white, but his face was a little flushed because of the non-stop coughing just now.
Ranchen looked at Jiuxia who was still in the half-squatting position just now, and said apologetically: "Miss Jiuxia, I've troubled you again today, I'm sorry."
Jiuxia slowly stood up and handed the brocade handkerchief back to Ranchen. Although it was only a cup of tea, the blood stains on it had begun to darken.
"City Lord, if my guess is correct, your heartache has started to attack again, and your heartache has begun to intensify. What I fed you just now is my newly refined Cyperus rotundus, which is the bottle that the girl gave you before. Three times the dose. If you need three times the dose to suppress your heartache, I guess over time it won’t be of any use to you.”
Jiu Xia's words caused the blood on the faces of Nan Liyu and Nan Liluo to instantly drain away: "How could this be?" they couldn't help but ask in unison.
"I think I'm afraid I've been too tired recently. If we can't find a solution anymore, I'm afraid," Jiuxia sighed and put the brocade handkerchief in her hand on the low stool next to her. .
Ranchen smiled calmly, as if he didn't care: "Miss Jiuxia, if you have anything to say, you can speak frankly."
"If we can't find a solution, I'm afraid the city lord won't survive this winter." Jiu Xia hesitated, but still said it, "But with my medical skills, there is really nothing I can do. Now Maybe only the girl has a glimmer of hope. But now..." She raised her eyes and looked at the young man in green on the recliner.
At that moment, her heart was actually selfish. She was not sure whether even her girl could really reconcile the two hearts, but she was afraid that the young Lord of Yunzhong City would die at any time. If he If he is still here, then the girl has the possibility of being rescued. If he dies at some point, without the powerful backer of Yunzhong City, she really doesn’t know when the girl will be able to come out of a weird place like Mingyue Sect. .
Therefore, before that, she must let this sickly young man in green bring Gu Jianghe out of the Mingyue Sect. She believed that as long as she said this, in order to let him live, the people around him would definitely try their best to save her.
Nan Liyu grasped the key as soon as he heard Jiuxia's words. Now the only one who can save Ranchen's life is Gu Jianghe.
He squatted down and looked at the haggard expression of the young man in green who was tortured by the pain just now: "Young Master, it seems that we have to attack the Mingyue Sect as soon as possible, if for no other reason than to save Miss Huihui, so that you can still survive. of vitality.”
Ranchen just nodded slightly to Nan Liyu, lightly covering his chest with his right hand, and supporting the recliner with his left hand, trying to sit up.
The sky seemed to be getting darker.
"Don't worry, Miss Jiuxia, no matter what, I will save Miss Gu."
Ranchen smiled and looked at the girl in front of him. She looked very similar to Miss Gu, but she was more gentle and timid than her. He could see that she really cared about their girl.
There is another sentence that he never said, even if I really never have the life to return to the Central Plains, at least until then, I will return her to you.
***
When Qing Ling opened the door of the secret room, she only saw the woman in white shirt who had passed out on the stone table.
When he saw the blood stains on her left hand, he could only scold her for being ridiculous, then hurried forward to help her up, grabbing her wrist with his left hand.
The bright red wounds on her slender wrists were so shocking.
Qing Ling sighed. It was indeed Ayouduo's child. He was exactly the same as her in stubbornness, even more stubborn than her. He let Gu Jianghe half lean in his arms, took out a small porcelain bottle from his sleeve, and stuck a finger into it, and the transparent paste stuck to his fingertips.
The fingertips lightly slid over the scar on the wrist, and something magical happened. The wound seemed to be alive and began to grow back inward. After a while, the originally turned-out flesh and blood began to shrink back, only to become It became a very thin wound.
Qing Ling glanced at the gown on her body, grabbed the corner of it and pulled hard. With a tearing sound, a piece of white cloth appeared in his hands.
After carefully wrapping the cloth strip in his hand around Gu Jianghe's wrist, he nodded with satisfaction.
The woman in his arms seemed to have lost too much blood, and her face was frighteningly pale. He had bandaged her up just now without waking her up. He thought for a long time and finally put his hand gently on her back.
She seemed to feel a warm force slowly flowing into her body from her back. The body of the woman who had fallen into a coma seemed to move. Her lips, which were already a little blue due to the coldness, were now filled with warmth because of the warmth. The power gradually softened.
He felt that the somewhat stiff body of the woman in his arms began to become softer.
When Gu Jianghe opened her eyes, she realized that she was held in the arms of the priest in white.
She reached out and tried to push him away. Although she was very weak due to excessive blood loss, Qingling still cooperated and took a few steps back.
The dizziness in front of her eyes still made Gu Jianghe weakly fall back to her previous seat. When she supported the edge of the table with her hand, she discovered that the wound on her left wrist had been bandaged. She glanced at the person not far away. I saw that there seemed to be holes in the corners of his clothes.
"Did you bandage my wound?"
Qing Ling glanced down at the corner of her tattered clothes and smiled: "Do you think anyone in Mingyue Sect besides me cares about your life or death?"
"Haha," the woman at the table said in an angry voice due to excessive blood loss, but in this silent secret room, she could hear it very clearly, "Jianghe really can't bear the love of Priest Qingling. "
"So I say that men from the Central Plains have nothing good to offer," Qing Ling plucked her clothes, walked to the table and sat down, "Apart from the fact that you look like Ayouduo, your temperament is nothing like hers. You are so stinky. I'm afraid he's just like your father who had a bad temper."
"Qing Ling, don't speak ill of my father in front of me." Gu Jianghe's breath was a little unsteady, but she still raised her eyes to look at the man in front of her and said with some viciousness.
"Okay, okay," Qing Ling actually raised her hands in a gesture of surrender, "I can't defeat you. Women from the Central Plains are much more fierce than our women from southern Yunnan."
He looked at the soil in the stone basin. It was moist, and the dark brown soil seemed to be tinged with scarlet.
Waves of faint bloody smell floated out from the soil and spread wantonly in the air.
Nothing else.
"Did I tell you that if you have a rebellious heart, even if you drain the blood, the red blood mushroom will not grow back." Qingling's hand slowly touched the appearance of the stone basin, and a cold feeling The touch came from his fingertips, "Looking at you, you probably lost a lot of blood last night. If it weren't for me, half of your life would have been in it."
"So what," Gu Jianghe replied coldly, "If you want red blood mushroom, I'll give it to you. If I can't grow red blood mushroom, what awaits me in the end will be nothing more than death."
"The water of the Moon Lake under the full moon. The current Moon Lake carries the unwillingness of the leader of the Bihai Sect. I wonder if it still has the same power as before?"
In the secret room that exuded golden light, the priest in white shirt suddenly said these words quietly.
"Do you have deep feelings for her?" Looking at Qing Ling who suddenly fell into deep thought, Gu Jianghe seemed to think of something and asked, "Every time you mention her, you seem to feel sad."
"Are you sad?" Qing Ling's dark brown eyes filled with an indescribable emotion, "Maybe I am sad. After all, the Bihai leader is the one who raised me. She gave me a mother-like love Love."
From the day she died, it seemed that he had never been loved by anyone, until he met Ayouduo. But in the end, Ayouduo...
