Poison Consort and Her Tyrant

At this time, Feng Xiaoye just raised the cup and heard their discussion. The cup in his hand "touched" and broke to the ground.

The sudden crisp noise interrupted the discussion.

"Ono, are you okay?" Silence called her.

Feng Xiaoye just came back to look at Xiang Wuji and shook his head gently.

Nothing... Of course it's impossible.

Is mo Yihan hurt? Even if you're hurt, you have to destroy the chaotic party? Is he crazy?

She was upset and wished she could fly to Mo Yihan right now to see if he was really hurt and how his condition was

"Do you want to see him?" Wu Ji seemed to see through her mind and asked softly.

Feng Xiaoye looked stiff and looked at Wu Ji inch by inch. "Senior brother... I can't help thinking about him."

Because that boy is the person she has been careful to hide in the bottom of her heart.

Wu Ji sighed: "since you want to go, why is it so awkward? Besides, I'll go with you. It's all right."

"Really?" Feng Xiaoye's eyes brightened and smiled.

The girl's charming face was shown with a smile and dazzling brilliance.

Wu Ji stared at her smiling face, and the bottom of her heart gradually floated warm.

In such a moment, he had a decision in his heart.

No matter whether the little girl likes him or not, he should guard by his side, as long as he sees her smile all the time.

……

A few days later, the southern border.

The camp was picked up, and Chang Song hurried in, with a happy look on his face: "young master, two doctors are willing to treat you!"

The injury has been delayed for so long, but no one is willing to treat it. Even the military doctor shook his head and said that his life will not be long

Changsong and Changzhu tried their best. All the doctors who came shook their heads and left.

They were almost desperate until now

The ink on the sickbed was easy to be cold, looked indifferent, and his face and lips were bloodless. At the moment, I heard a doctor without any ups and downs, but gave a flat hum.

He already knew that he could not be saved. Why should he expect anything?

Since you have to leave sooner or later, it's better to die at ease

Changsong and Changzhu noticed his indifference and knew that what was hidden in such indifference was despair.

Their young master is only 18 years old. He is young and his future is immeasurable. How could he

"Go and invite the doctor in." At this time, the long bamboo pushed the long pine.

Soon, they were invited into the camp.

The curtain in the tent was lifted away by a small white hand.

A girl in a white dress suddenly walked to the edge of his bed. Mo Yihan suddenly raised his eyes and looked at the girl who suddenly appeared, stunned.

There was also a young man beside the girl. They were both wearing white clothes and white hangings. Their faces were hidden under the hangings and hats and were not very clear.

But

Naturally he had seen who she was.

Wind Ono.

Even if it was covered up again, he could recognize her at first sight.

When she approached, the faint sweet aroma brushed, making his mood begin to suffer.

He will break his promise again

"General." Wind Ono gently called him, "let the people see the general's wound."

Seeing that he looked so indifferent, Feng Xiaoye thought to himself that he should not recognize himself.

Just don't recognize it.

Look at his injury first.

As soon as she entered the military camp, she heard that Mo Yihan's injury was so serious that even the military doctors in the army gave up treatment directly. They had to go outside to find a doctor for treatment... But there was no doctor willing to treat.

I don't know what kind of injury it was, but the doctors gave up treatment together.

Feng Xiaoye had already sat by the edge of the bed and pulled away his loose robe.

Mo Yihan lowered his eyes and looked at the white and slender hand. The hand covered in the quilt slowly became a fist.

Feng Xiaoye's eyes had been fixed on his wound. Naturally, he didn't notice the strange look of Mo Yihan. He stared at the wound on his abdomen and frowned.

The wound should have been treated, but up to now, the wound has not scabbed. It was injured by strange weapons. The edge of the wound also shows a festering cyan, which is obviously toxic.

"No." Feng Xiaoye said two words in a low voice.

All the subordinates in the camp heard the "no" voice of Feng Xiaoye, and their hearts would be mentioned to their throat.

If it goes on like this, can their master really not be saved?

Most afraid of hearing the final sentence.

"You all go out. I'll have a good check." However, to everyone's consternation, Feng Xiaoye did not directly announce that there was no medicine to cure, but drove everyone out.

Feng Xiaoye looked at Wuji again. "Elder martial brother, go out too!"

Qingjun's eyebrow under Wuji's gauze cap twisted slightly, staring at Mo Yihan's face whose eyes could not see the emotion clearly, and finally turned away in disappointment.

He knew that the man must have recognized Feng Xiaoye.

Now that you recognize it, then

One of his hearts could not help but pull up.

At the bottom of Feng Ono's heart, there is no place for him after all.

When everyone was gone, Feng Xiaoye gathered up Mo Yihan's skirt and said, "go with me and I'll check your wound. It may hurt your... Kidney. Cough. If it's more serious, maybe you need surgery to sew up the wound."

Kidney injury is very fatal for a young man.

In traditional Chinese medicine, the kidney is called the gate of life!

Mo Yi was confused by the cold fox. He raised his eyes and looked at her. However, the cover of the gauze hat couldn't see her expression clearly.

"Well, I'm not suitable to go far..."

"If you don't go far, stay in my space."

Just now, too many subordinates were present. Naturally, she can't let too many people find the secret of her holding medical space. This is a big event. Since her mother gave her the medical space, she has been very covert and unwilling to let too many people discover her secrets.

Taking medicine and taking instruments are secret use of consciousness.

Sometimes dull people just think she's taken out of her sleeve bag, and be sharp because she has any special ability to take things from space.

That's it.

Through the white gauze, he looked at her bright eyes.

He resisted the urge to lift her hat and nodded.

……

After entering the space, Feng Ono helped him to the lounge in the space.

The whole room is filled with a faint smell of disinfectant, which is a familiar smell for fengxiaoye, but it is too pungent for Mo Yihan.

"Where is this?" After Mo Yihan entered the space, there was a sense of consternation in the deep pupil.

The look of consternation was not concealed at all.

Feng Ono shrugged and said, "my secret base."

She felt that he must have recognized her and simply took off his hat.