Yu Jun

When Mo Qianlan woke up again, he was already in the study room. The sky was turning blue and the Mao hour watch had just sounded.

He looked at Li Yitie blankly, paused for a long time and then said, "How is Wu Jin?"

Li Yitie wiped his hands with a handkerchief, then threw the handkerchief heavily into the basin. Water splashed everywhere, and he gritted his teeth: "I can't die!"

Mo Qianlan sighed and smiled, turning his head to look at the silver needle on his wrist: "I am so angry that I am hurting my body. How am I doing?"

Li Yitie's eyebrows were furrowed tightly, as if he owed someone tens of thousands of dollars: "The day of death is approaching!"

Mo Qianlan smiled helplessly: "If I ask you——."

Before he finished speaking, Mo Lingfeng's clear and loud voice came from outside: "Brother!"

Mo Qianlan sat up suddenly, then said "Ouch" and lay down again dizzily. His heart beat violently in his chest and he urged: "Quickly, withdraw the needle."

His grandma was so smart. If she saw the acupuncture points where needles were used, she would probably read the medical skills and guess the purpose of Li Yi's sticking needles.

Li Yitiao angrily pulled out the silver needle from his wrist and put it into the medicine box. Before the medicine box was closed, Mo Lingfeng's clothes caught the wind, and a baby swallow rushed into the house like a forest. His soft armor was still on, and he was covered with flint, Bloody Qi stared at Mo Qianlan, sat down on the embroidered pier, and then plunged into his arms.

"elder brother!"

Her body was still covered in frost and snow, but her head felt warm, and she hugged him hard twice.

The golden lock was heavy and hard against Mo Qianlan. He gasped in pain, but was reluctant to move. He stretched out his hand to touch her head, patted her back, and pinched the tip of her cold nose.

He wanted to hug her like he used to, but Mo Lingfeng had grown into a big girl and had weight, and he could no longer hold her up.

Li Yitie coughed, and Mo Qianlan patted Mo Lingfeng: "Ah, be good, get up."

Mo Lingfeng took a few deep breaths and rubbed it vigorously until Mo Qianlan's scent penetrated his heart. Then he reluctantly stood up and looked at Li Yitie who was starting to write the prescription.

Li didn't even raise his head: "I can't die."

After that, he put down the pen with a bang, picked up the prescription and blew hard, carrying the medicine box to the door, slapped Yin Bei into his arms: "I'll go back and buy a coffin."

Seeing how aggressive he was, Yin Bei quickly stuffed the prescription into the yawning Yin Nan's hand and sent him out with a smile: "Who is Dr. Li buying a coffin for? I'll go."

Li Yitie turned around and said loudly: "I bought it for myself, and I will die of exhaustion in the hands of your uncle sooner or later!"

Mo Qianlan smiled in the room and said, "I'll pay for it."

"Keep it and buy yourself a coffin!" Li Yitie was so angry that he stepped on Zell who was standing outside the courtyard gate.

He came with Mo Lingfeng, and felt calm physically and mentally because of Mo Lingfeng's return. He felt that his gods were coming again. Regarding this kick, he just raised his eyebrows and moved aside.

After listening to Li Yitie's angry complaints, Mo Lingfeng gradually calmed down just like before when Mo Qianlan was still asleep, hoping that Li Yitie would be more skilled in medicine and be able to save Mo Qianlan from hell.

She sat back on the bed again, rubbed her cheek against Mo Qianlan's face, and muttered like a puppy: "Brother is really fine? Are you lying to me?"

Mo Qianlan smiled and hugged her: "It's not good, it's still far worse than before. It needs to be nursed back to health slowly, and I need to drink several large bowls of medicine a day."

He wished he could rub her into his heart, hold her in his arms and sit up, leaning on the pillow: "Open your mouth, brother, take a look at your teeth."

Mo Lingfeng stopped being clingy, opened his mouth with a loud "ah", and raised his head to show Mo Qianlan his teeth.

Mo Qianlan held her head with both hands and looked inside carefully. He saw two small black spots on the lower left and also on the lower right. There were more than before. He let go and said, "Don't eat so much sugar. There won't be any more in the future." What should I do if my tooth breaks?" Mo Lingfeng nodded: "I understand."

"Let's have breakfast here." Mo Qianlan stood up, pulled on his shoes, supported Mo Lingfeng, supported the jade staff, and asked the servants to take breakfast to the compartment.

Breakfast was clearly laid out on the table, with Mo Qianlan's medicine and porridge on one side, and Mo Lingfeng's mutton noodles, thin-skinned spring cocoons, small stuffed buns with thin fillings, and three plates of bream on the other.

Mo Qianlan drank the medicine slowly and used a spoon to stir the hot porridge in the bowl: "Li Yitie has seen Wu Jin's injury. It doesn't matter."

He smiled slightly: "It's beyond my expectation that he can remonstrate to death."

Mo Lingfeng devoured a large piece of mutton: "He's good."

"Okay?" Mo Qianlan wanted to ask him or Wu Jin who was better, but before the words came out, he felt that he was very unskilled and changed his words, "In the future, if he becomes an official in Kuanzhou, the people of Kuanzhou will be blessed."

"I'm blessed too."

Mo Qianlan changed the topic sourly: "Did you win the battle last night?"

Mo Lingfeng picked up the bowl and drank the soup with a proud expression, like a child waiting for praise: "It's just a small piece of gold."

"Grandpa is awesome," Mo Qianlan couldn't help but smile, "There is hope for peace talks. I will take over, King Wei. You will sit in Gaoping Village, and I will discuss the peace talks with King Wei. The oaths between the two dynasties will definitely be beneficial to us."

Mo Lingfeng took a bite of half a bun: "What can I exchange with Jin Lu?"

The two dynasties have always fought endlessly, each wanting to benefit themselves. If the Mo family wants to profit from it, they will naturally have to pay a price.

"Every man is not guilty, but he is guilty of having a jade." Mo Qianlan stuffed a mouthful of porridge into his mouth, "If you give us this piece of jade, it will give us ten years of peace, okay?"

"Okay," Mo Lingfeng nodded and looked at Mo Qianlan seriously, "Brother, will you stay with me?"

"Yes, brother is with you."

Mo Qianlan drank half a bowl of porridge, put down the spoon, wiped his mouth, stood up with a jade staff, walked to the window to take a look at the sky, and then looked back at Mo Lingfeng.

Mo Lingfeng's food was so steaming hot that he felt hot flashes in his palms just looking at it - Mo Lingfeng was afraid of heat and was prone to sweating profusely.

He remembered that it was the same when he was young. He could eat iced mung bean soup in the summer and cheese over the charcoal fire in the winter. At that time, his father often said that he was a blessed person because he could eat whatever he liked.

He slowly walked towards Mo Lingfeng, walked behind her, stretched out a hand and touched her damp hair, thinking: "I will be blessed all my life."

Yin Bei gently knocked on the door: "Master, the greeting card for King Wei has arrived."

Mo Qianlan let go of his hand, pressed Mo Lingfeng's shoulders, and stopped her from getting up: "Don't be in a hurry, eat slowly, take a shower after eating, and have a good sleep. Cheng San can't wait, maybe he will be here soon."

He walked towards Yin Bei, and when he reached the door, he turned around and saw Mo Lingfeng holding chopsticks in one hand and a bun in the other, looking at him stupidly, as if he was afraid that he would never come back.

There was a scowl between her brows that had not yet been healed, and there were tears twinkling in Danfeng's eyes, as if she had seen through his lie about life, but she could only endure it.

He immediately walked back, hugged her head, and pressed it heavily into his arms, as if he was holding a treasure that redeemed himself. Hell and hell would finally save him from pain.

Where Mo Lingfeng couldn't see, his lips trembled and his nose quivered. The indifference, world-weariness, and sinisterness no longer existed, only a burning sensation in his chest, piercing his heart.