Lonely King and Widow

Chapter 1324 The pit is 311 meters deep and there is nothing
The days on Xinglong Mountain were soothing and peaceful, it was almost dusk, in the small courtyard where Mo Wang lived alone, the disciples were preparing dinner.People who have lived on the mountain for a long time are used to a slow and leisurely life, and their life is like poetry. Every word and line is like fingers jumping on the strings, full of rhythm, making this small courtyard look like a painting.

No wonder it is said that Xinglong Mountain is a paradise.

If it wasn't for Mo Huang's accident, how could the atmosphere be so gloomy?

Xiao Qian stepped into the courtyard threshold with a heavy heart, Mohist disciples came over to salute one after another.

"I've seen a miracle doctor!"

"Yeah." Xiao Qian walked towards Mo Wang's room with a calm expression.

"Has the genius doctor had dinner? Everything is prepared here, why don't you just have a bite?"

"No need." Xiao Qian glanced at the disciples, his eyes fell on the face of Cao Yuan who was hesitant to speak, his brows were slightly frowned, "Is there any change in the left deacon?"

Cao Yuan lowered his hands slightly, clenched them when he heard the words, shook his head lightly, and said in a mournful voice, "The disciple said that according to the divine doctor, he would take decoction for Deacon Zuo once an hour, and slap the big acupoints all over his body for half an hour... But It's been so long, and Deacon Zuo hasn't shown any signs of getting better..."

Xiao Qian nodded solemnly, "I'll go and have a look."

"Genius doctor, wait a minute—" Cao Yuan knew in his heart that he was Xiao Qian, but in front of all his disciples, he still called the genius doctor in an unfamiliar and polite way with everyone.Because Xiao Qian himself should be in Gu Liyang's army at this time, if people know that he is alone in Xinglong Mountain, it may cause trouble in vain.

Xiao Qian didn't know what Cao Yuan had to say, but he followed his will and stopped.

Cao Yuan turned his head and waved his hands, telling several disciples to go eat, then approached Xiao Qian, and whispered: "Miss Fang is in the room—"

Fang Jiran came to see Mo Wang for a while.

Has been in the room, did not come out.

Cao Yuan was in a hurry to remind Xiao Qian, because he was afraid that Fang Jiran would recognize him and cause unnecessary trouble.

Sure enough, after he finished speaking, Xiao Qian frowned, obviously a little annoyed by this matter.

Seeing this, Cao Yuan suggested, "If not, the genius doctor will go over there and have some food first?"

"I'm too late." Xiao Qian gave him a cold look, "I'm going down the mountain soon."

"So fast?" Cao Yuan was startled, his tone full of disappointment.

With Xiao Qian guarding Xinglong Mountain, he has more hope that Mo Wang can be cured.If he leaves this time, he doesn't know when he will come back, and if Mo Wang has something to do, what should he do?Cao Yuan felt uneasy in his heart, and looked at him from time to time, full of pleadings.

Xiao Qian understood his thoughts, pursed the corners of his lips, sighed suddenly, raised his hand and patted his shoulder, and said earnestly: "Whether I am here or not, Deacon Zuo will not be delayed. The case is recorded in the book. I have explained the follow-up treatment to Dr. Zhong yesterday, and he knows it all. Now, I only worry about one thing..."

If he didn't say anything, Cao Yuan knew about it, so he didn't worry about Mo Jiu.

So he raised his head and solemnly clasped his fists together.

"Don't worry about the genius doctor, the disciple will take good care of Juzi."

"Then I'll leave it to you." In the past, Mo Wang was by Mo Jiu's side, but Xiao Qian felt more at ease in his heart.At least he believes that that man will protect Mo Jiu when she needs it, and Mo Wang also has the ability to take care of everything about Mo Jiu.Now that Mo Huang is gone suddenly, in his heart, Mo Jiu's safety is less of a barrier.

And this, he also realized these two days.

The battle situation ahead is urgent, if Mo Jiu hadn't been awake for so long, he would have left yesterday.

Because of the absence of Mo Huang, before Mo Jiu woke up, he didn't dare to leave in peace.

So, he had to stay in Xinglong Mountain for another day.

However, during the two days and two nights when Mo Jiu was in a coma, the war outside had undergone earth-shaking changes, and the whole world was in chaos.Nanrong, Beimeng, Su He who was suddenly "conspired against", and two days ago, the Gu Liyang tribe announced that they would leave the Nanrong court and go to Xiao Qian who suddenly "resurrected" and wanted to wash away the great hatred of the Xiao family with blood. The uproar came...

Everything was coming and going for him to deal with.

Within two hours, Gu Liyang and Gu Er each sent an urgent report.

The war is full of clues, and the dragons have no leader. He can no longer stay in Xinglong Mountain.

"The miracle doctor wait a moment, I'll call Miss Fang—" Cao Yuan just said this, and the curtain of the back room was thrown open.

Fang Jiran stepped out slowly and stood at the door. He didn't look carefully at the face under the veil, but his voice was a little hoarse than before.

"The doctor is here?"

Xiao Qian turned his head to look at her, nodded, and walked inside without answering.

Swept by the cold wind brought by his tall body, Fang Jiran was taken aback, turned aside gently, and bowed to salute.Then he slowly raised his head and watched his tall back enter the room. His eyes were dim for a moment, he glanced at Cao Yuan, and followed him slowly.

In the room, there was silence.

Mo Wang lay silently on the bed, covered tightly by the quilt, Xiao Qian sat on the stool by the bed, felt his pulse quietly, with a dignified expression, frowned eyebrows, and tightly closed lips. Fang Jiran's gaze jumped slightly, and his footsteps slowly moved to his side.

"Dare to ask the genius doctor, how is my brother's condition...?"

Xiao Qian didn't answer him.

For a while, there was no sound at all.

After receiving the cold reception, Fang Jiran didn't feel embarrassed, she just stood there quietly, waiting for Xiao Qian to put Mo Huang's wrist under the quilt, then stood up slowly, and had to face the person standing in front of her. She fell in love, and then smiled at him, "It seems that the genius doctor is very reluctant to see me?"

Xiao Qian's furrowed brows did not loosen, and his voice was extremely indifferent.

"I don't want to see anything hideous."

At that time, people used some beautiful words to describe women, such as catkins compared to hands, and jade compared to skin. No matter how unattractive a woman is, in the description of a man, there is a beautiful appearance.Xiao Qian now uses the word "ferocious" to describe women, which is not what a gentleman does nowadays.

Therefore, Fang Jiran was shocked by his ungentlemanly words.

She suffocated and couldn't speak for a long time.

Fortunately, she has a veil to cover her face, otherwise, how could she change her color?
Xiao Qian didn't seem to care about her thoughts, he glanced at her coldly, walked straight to the edge of the table, took the medicine bowls that Mo Wang had drunk and put them in front of him, looked at them one by one, and then Sitting there meditating for a moment, he picked up a pen and wrote the medical case again.

He was serious and serious when he was leading soldiers to fight, and he was serious when he was a doctor.

The profile of the sleeves and the familiar movement made Fang Jiran slightly twitch his lips, and approached again, "The genius doctor hasn't answered me yet, what happened to my senior brother? Why hasn't he woke up? I'll go first." Looking at it, there is very little breath, it seems a little..."

"You want him to die?" Xiao Qian asked abruptly without looking up.

Fang Jiran stopped in his tracks, "Don't talk nonsense about the genius doctor, I'm thinking of my senior brother—"

"That girl just keep your mouth shut." Xiao Qian turned his eyes slowly, and glanced at him calmly, "Don't disturb the doctor at will when he is thinking."

Fang Jiran's throat choked.

Opening her mouth, she wanted to explain something.

But Xiao Qian had already withdrawn his gaze, and continued to write with concentration.

She smiled bitterly silently, and just stood like this, motionless.

At this time, the weather outside was cloudy, and there was only an oil lamp in the room, and the light was even weaker.

In the halo of the fire, Xiao Qian wrote five pages of medical records in one breath, and when he finished writing the medical prescriptions and the follow-up treatment plan for Mo Huang, he just put down the pen, rubbed his wrists, and slowly put down the rolls. He glanced at Fang Jiran, frowned, got up and walked out.

Fang Jiran bit her lower lip, and slammed across in front of him.

"The miracle doctor stays behind!"

Xiao Qian glanced at her indifferently, "What advice does Miss Fang have?"

Fang Jiran was slightly bitter at his cold words, and then smiled again.

There was bitterness and sadness in this laughter, the voice was so hoarse as if it lacked water, it sounded particularly pitiful.But the man in front of her is not the one who is willing to give her warmth and love, no matter how much pain and injury she has, he seems to be able to turn a blind eye.

"Miss Fang, if you have nothing to say, please make way!"

He accentuated his tone, full of impatience.

"Liulang." Fang Jiran raised his head suddenly, staring at his face, "You are Liulang, right?"

The dense light slowly sprinkled down, coating Xiao Qian's face with a faint golden brilliance, making his face not only more vicissitudes, but also too strange compared with the past—there was a doubt in her words, as if Not sure.And Xiao Qian didn't have the idea or necessity to admit or not to admit, to explain or not to explain to her.

There was a coldness between his brows and a displeased tone.

"You ask too many questions, Miss Fang."

"You admit it?"

"Step aside!"

"Liulang, why don't you admit it?" Fang Jiran raised his eyebrows and smiled bitterly, "Are you afraid that I will chase you and beg you to let you cure me of my disfigured face? Or are you afraid that I will cry and let you go?" Are you fulfilling the promise you made to Da Lang back then? Or are you afraid that I will ask you for the harm you caused me when you disguised yourself as Da Lang?"

"..."

"Likuro, what are you talking about?"

Rokuro...

Rokuro...

Such interrogation with a crying voice, every sentence is an accusation.

The accusation from a weak woman is desolate and desolate.

When she spoke, she kept her head up, her eyes fixed on Xiao Qian's face, trying to see the changes on his face clearly, there was even a faint smile on the corner of her lips, calmly suppressing the surging emotions in her heart.

But as Xiao Qian was a human being, how could he be overwhelmed by her just a few words?
"Miss Fang, I don't owe you anything, so there is no need to answer you." Having said that, he turned his head slightly, glanced at Mo Fan who was silent on the bed, and said with a hint of mockery in his tone, "You If you want to ask for a debt that doesn't belong to you, why don't you repay the old kindness well. Don't you feel sorry for Mo Huang's injury like this?"

Fang Jiran's eyes were a little hot.

Like being swept by a flame, it suddenly burned, and I almost shed tears.

If you don't feel bad, how can you not feel bad?
She is also very confused about Mo Wang's feelings.

At that time, she loved Da Lang wholeheartedly, got used to the existence of Mo Fan, and never felt that it mattered whether he was by her side or not.But this man was supposed to be by her side to protect her all the time, but when she came back from "death", he changed completely.He was as good to her as ever, but the kind of "favor" that once made her feel at ease was missing.When he looked at her again, there was no such love and pain in those eyes.Calm as if treating a junior sister, and it's just a junior sister.

Thinking of this, she smiled coldly, grief and indignation welled up in her heart, and the soft knife stabbed at Xiao Qian mockingly.

"Which woman he got hurt for, that woman should love him more. Right now, she might be dying of love. Why do I need to love him passionately? Liulang, what do you say? Yes or no?"

Xiao Qian's cold eyes darkened slightly.

This woman really knows how to provoke at the right time!

Seeing that he didn't speak, Fang Jiran couldn't help but glance at Mo Wang again, and then turned his head to watch him approaching, "My senior brother is such a person, for the sake of his sweetheart, he can abandon anything, even his own life." It's a pity that his sweetheart... Alas, he was the only one who suffered after all. At the beginning, I was thinking that if he woke up, he would suffer the pain of not getting what he asked for, and he could see that person day and night, But not being able to embrace that person for half a moment, would living like this be more uncomfortable than dying? Would he—in fact, not want to wake up, in fact, want to forget all of this? "

She stared at Xiao Qian without blinking.

That voice, that tone of voice, that gesture, I'm on the verge of talking——

Xiao Qian pondered for a moment, then suddenly pulled his lips together and sneered lazily.

"If so, you can die."

As he spoke, he flicked the sleeves of his robe heavily, and walked past her, without even a trace of his eyes lingering, those ruthless and cold words, like knives, gouged out of Fang Jiran's ears, every word pierced through the eardrum, She shivered from the cold.

"Liulang is Liulang. Sure enough, nothing has changed."

A silent tear finally slipped down from the eye socket.

With her hidden emotion, it surged out crazily, covered with a thin veil.

"Xiao Jiu, you have so much—and I have nothing, nothing."

(End of this chapter)