The fertile farm girl in the portable space

Chapter 125 Life and death love soul exchange (5)
"By the way, does that boy Ling Mo like you?" Xuan Yue let out a series of teasing chuckles, "I see, why is there something wrong with the way he looks at you? It turns out that looking at me is a bitter enemy Shen, now... what words do you use to describe it? Yes, affectionate!"

"Go to your sister!" Coriander not to be outdone, raised her eyebrows faintly, and teased: "Don't forget, I was your body at that time. Strictly speaking, he is looking for you. It depends on what you will do in the future." Face him. Hmph, take your time to get a headache."

"..." Someone was confused.

"Let's go! Idiot, if you look like this, I'd better take you back to Qi's mansion first, and find a doctor to take a look when you go back." Coriander glanced at him, the deep worry that couldn't be concealed in her eyes, and looked at the weather. Early in the morning, Huo Ran got up, patted the grass clippings on his body, and stretched out his hand to pull him.

"Woman, I know you care about me." Xuan Yue stretched out her hand with a look of color on her face, held that soft hand, and stood up with difficulty.

After switching bodies, the two went back to their own homes.Xuan Yue's illness did not improve, but became more and more serious day by day. Finally, she lay on the bed with high fever, dizzy, and her consciousness was on the verge of coma.

Groups of doctors came and went, prescriptions were prescribed one after another, and countless decoctions were ingested every day, but they didn't get better.In the end, the doctor just took a look, shook his head, sighed and left.

Everyone in the Qi house was about to give up. Mrs. Qi shed tears every day, chanted scriptures and worshiped Buddha, hoping that her second son Xuan Yue would get better.Master Qi also kept a straight face all day, and sighed deeply. It was so easy for his son to open his spiritual aperture and start to make progress. Master Qi just saw a little hope and felt that his family business had someone to succeed him. He didn't want him to suffer from another such a disease.

The whole Qi house was extremely depressed, only Qi Rushan and his wife were secretly laughing, Qi Rushan secretly said, God helped me.

Just when Xuanyue could only breathe out but not get in, Coriander brought a basket of herbs to Qi's mansion, and said to Mrs. Qi that this herb was obtained by searching for it in the countryside. There are many people in the countryside. People who got smallpox got better after eating this.

But Mrs. Qi didn't believe it, and she said coldly, "You still dare to come? If you didn't drag Yue'er out and blow the cold wind, maybe Yue'er wouldn't be so sick! Many famous doctors would I've seen it, you can't cure Yue'er's disease, you are a country girl, just dig some wild vegetables to feed pigs, and you can fool me? Or do you think you are more patient than those many doctors?"

"Ma'am, I can't guarantee whether it can be cured or not. However, the Second Young Master Li has become like this now, and it can't be delayed. Why don't you let me try? It's your own flesh and blood, don't you have the heart to watch him helplessly?" Die? As long as there is a glimmer of hope, we can't give up!" Coriander pleaded earnestly, her eyes turning red.

Mrs. Qi was slightly moved, a trace of sadness flashed in her cold eyes, she was silent for a while, lowered her head slightly, and said hesitantly: "Yue'er is already terminally ill, comatose, her hair was very hairy that day, and her head and face are full of hair. , there is no maid in the house willing to come forward to feed the soup."

"I'll go!" Coriander said resolutely, holding the basket.

"It's up to you..." Mrs. Qi kept twisting the long string of Buddhist beads with her fingers, concealing the anxiety and pain in her heart, sighed lightly, and turned to go to the meditation room to chant the Buddha's name.

Coriander was in the kitchen, boiled herbs in a small earthen pot, poured the thick hot concoction into a large bowl, and took it to feed Xuan Yue who was on the sick bed.At this time Xuan Yue had fallen into a coma, unable to drink the concoction, so Coriander opened his mouth, and forced down three bowls of thick black concoction.

Three hours later, when Coriander touched Xuan Yue's forehead again, the high fever seemed to have subsided a bit, and it wasn't as hot as before.Coriander was overjoyed, the concoction seemed to be effective, so she drank the rest.

After feeding for three consecutive days, Coriander also took care of her clothes for three days. It was not until the third day that Xuan Yue woke up slowly on the bed. Her long eyelashes trembled slightly like a black butterfly, and she flapped her wings. , slowly opened his eyes.

When she opened her eyes, she saw Coriander laying on the bed, sound asleep, her face was peaceful and sweet, like a Sleeping Beauty, but her eye circles were dark, and there were bruises under her eyes, she must have stayed up late to take care of herself.Thinking of this, there was a burst of sweetness in my heart for no reason.

"Hey, woman." Xuan Yue spoke softly, as if she was still a little weak in physical strength, and her voice was erratic and weak.

As soon as the person on the bed moved, Xiangcai woke up sensitively. In the past few days, she hadn't slept well, and her heart was always worried and disturbed, for fear that he would never come back.

Seeing that the person on the bed woke up properly, his complexion looked good, and he was no longer as innocent and frightening as before, when Xiangcai got excited, tears flashed in his eyes, and he choked up and said, "You...you wake up It's..."

"I'm not dead, why are you crying... Really." Xuan Yue frowned slightly, stretched out her hand pretending to be angry, and wiped away the teardrops on her cheeks, but the corner of her mouth couldn't restrain a happy and satisfied smile, weak She said softly: "Look, I just said that you care about me... Don't deny it, woman."

"You, you scared me to death, you know?" The fear in Xiangcai's heart broke out for the past few days, and she cried even harder. The tears seemed to be free of money, dripping down, and wet the back of his hand a lot. "You... lying there motionless, you don't look like you at all. I thought you wouldn't come back, woohoo..."

"Don't cry, you're really useless." Xuan Yue laughed, but her eyes were full of seriousness, "However, I'm very happy that you can do this for me, really."

"It's just a long, long dream..." Xuan Yue stretched greatly, "It feels so good to see you when I wake up."

"Thank God, that herb is useful!" Coriander wiped her tears embarrassingly, calmed down her emotions, gently changed the topic, and asked curiously, "What kind of dream is it?"

"Hmm... It's a terrible dream! I dreamed that we were married, and you were called around by a woman like you, who always asked me to work in the fields... and I was not allowed to waste money..." Xuan Yue's narrow eyes His eyes narrowed slightly, and the corner of his mouth smiled.

"Fuck you." Coriander smiled through tears, shoved him, and asked with bright eyes, "And then?"

"Then, I kept loving each other until I became a gray-haired old man, old woman, surrounded by my children, grandsons, grandsons' grandsons..."

"Stop!" Coriander blushed and her heart beat, "Puchi" laughed and said, "The more you talk, the more outrageous you will be. If you talk nonsense, it must be because your illness is really cured. Get up quickly, and don't lie down pretending."

"I know, it was you who saved me, right?" Xuan Yue sat up abruptly, grabbed the hand of the coriander tightly, her eyes deepened, "When I was in a coma, it was you who kept calling me, I I didn't fall asleep, and I won't let you leave me again!"

(End of this chapter)