Jiang Muhan was not only sick.
He almost died.
He has been refined from a cold poison since he was a child. Although he can obtain supreme internal strength, his body will be cold, his heart will be cold, and he will not even live to be twenty.
However, ever since he met Zaizai, his thoughts that were as calm and indifferent as a pool of stagnant water always had ripples. ?.?????.???
Happy, cute, sad, regretful...all kinds of emotions are like colorful paints, gradually making his life become colorful like a piece of white snow.
So... the cold poison of the mind that could not move rashly broke out once again in this beautiful and colorful place.
When the illness broke out, he was interrogating Taishi Jiang in the dungeon of the editing factory. Jiang Han, who had been in high spirits just a few days ago, huddled in the corner and watched in horror as his family members were beaten with blood.
The old master cursed angrily, "Jiang Muhan! You despicable eunuch! Aren't you afraid of going to the eighteenth level of hell!"
Jiang Muhan was sitting in a dimly lit area, wrapped in a thick silver fox cloak. A pair of plain white hands, deep in the edge of the white fox fur, tightly held a cup of boiling tea to warm his hands.
Hearing this, Jiang Muhan said in a calm voice, "I don't need to worry about it, Master."
"Eighteen levels of hell, it's not like our family has never been there before."
Jiang Muhan raised his hand tiredly, "Continue the trial."
Dongchang's methods were extremely terrifying and cruel, and the dungeon was filled with cries of ghosts and wolf howls, which sounded as good as the Eighteenth Level of Hell.
Jiang Muhan looked at the blood and flesh flying in front of him, holding the tea cup in both hands, and suddenly thought about how many people would have to be killed before the world would be peaceful.
If the world is peaceful, there will be no such pitiful people as him and Xiao Guaiguai in the world.
Thinking of Zaizai, Jiang Muhan's chest suddenly began to feel tight.
I don't know whether it was the strong smell in the air or the fierce crying in his ears, but the color on Jiang Muhan's face faded, and he suddenly spit out a mouthful of black blood, and then he fell unconscious.
After diagnosis and treatment, the imperial doctor said that he had been depressed for too long and suddenly broke out.
Jiang Muhan's cronies secretly brought the old beggar into the editing factory. The old beggar sighed, "It's too late, it's too late."
Cold poison and poisonous poison suppress each other, and accumulated over the years, the already short life span becomes even shorter.
Vomiting blood is a severe sign of heart failure. Once it occurs, whether you can survive through the end of the year is a question.
The only way is to quickly develop an antidote.
But...it's too late...the time is too short.
Jiang Muhan woke up after being in coma for a whole day. He seemed to have lost a lot of weight, his face was pale, and the look in his eyes was much lighter.
However, when he heard the prince's guards calling for someone, he realized that something must have happened to the little Zaizai, so he still dragged the sick body regardless and hurried into the palace to see his little baby.
Now, he lowered his eyes and looked at the little Zaizai lying in his arms. When he heard that the little Zaizai wanted to go home to see his grandpa, he coughed a few times and said softly, "Okay."
I haven't seen him for a few days. Xiao Zaizai must be homesick.
The little Zaizai happily rubbed his little face against Jiang Muhan's cold palm, pointed at his chapped little face, "Guo Guo~"
"My face hurts, Guo Guo Gang, be good and apply some medicine!"
People peeking through the windows:…………
Everyone looked at Yan Yue in unison.
Before, Yan Yue enthusiastically offered to apply medicine to the little Zaizai, but was rejected by the little Zaizai. Thinking of the way the little Zaizai took the initiative to ask Jiang Muhan to rub her arms at the martial arts field, everyone came to their senses - Xiao Zaizai Zaizai deliberately didn't put any medicine on his face just to make Jiang Muhan feel distressed now! !
What a scheming kid!
Yan Yue has always been sunny and cheerful. He knew why he was rejected and was not angry at all. He said happily, "Great, my sister is finally willing to put medicine on her face!"
The prince glanced at him silently.
I'm a little envious of this guy for being so stupid.
If Zaizai rejected him one second, and then ran to find someone else to apply the medicine the next... then he would be extremely jealous!
The prince lowered his eyebrows and looked furtively through the crack in the window, watching the little Zaizai take out the medicine given by the queen and stuff it into Jiang Muhan's hand, then took the initiative to oxygenate his head, and put his heart-wrenching red face forward, his eyes Liangliang waited for Jiang Muhan to apply medicine to her...
Click.
The pen in the prince's hand was broken.
Outside, Jiang Muhan chuckled lightly, curled his pale lips, dipped his fingertips into a little ointment, and slowly applied it on the little Zaizai's face.
It's like treating a delicate petal that breaks at the touch, cherishing it very much.
The prince didn't like seeing monsters.
After applying the medicine, Xiao Zaizai's two red cheeks turned green and his eyes curled up, just like a little monkey with green cheeks.
Jiang Muhan looked amused, rubbed her head and sighed softly.
With Jiang Muhan here, the little Zaizai did not need permission from the junior teacher to take leave to go home. After she returned to the classroom and said goodbye to the little princess, she and Jiang Muhan got on the carriage and went home.
Jiang Muhan still had to deal with Taishi Jiang's case, so he could only send her to the door and leave.
After the little Zaizai said goodbye to him obediently, he hurriedly ran in the door with his small schoolbag on his back, "Grandpa!"
"Hey, Cao Cao is back?
