While speaking, Mu Xuelun had already brought Mu Qingyang to the side of the bed, and whispered to Mu Ziding, who was following closely.

"Give him a drink. ”

Mu Ziding hurriedly stepped forward and was about to feed Mu Qingyang the "antidote", but he didn't expect Mu Qingyang to stare at him with a fierce look, close his lips tightly, and didn't speak.

Mu Ziding began to be anxious, but he didn't want to hurt her himself, so he could only carefully cater to the water cup in the direction that Mu Qingyang's head kept avoiding.

Seeing this, Mu Xuelun frowned.

A sudden change in posture trapped Mu Qingyang between his chest and arms.

Immediately, he freed up a hand and pinched it Mu Qingyang's cheek.

"Irrigation" faced the somewhat helpless curtain Ding, and his voice was cold.

Opening Mu Qingyang's lips that were pinched open by the imperial uncle, Mu Ziding hurriedly poured a full cup of "antidote" into Mu Qingyang's mouth.

"Hmm" Mu Qingyang shook his head vigorously.

Feeling as if she was about to spit out the "antidote", Mu Xuelun quickly closed her jaw upwards.

"Pinch his nose" eyes swept to the curtain ding, a command.

Pinching Mu Qingyang's nose, looking at the distorted and almost deformed facial features on his face, Mu Ziding's heart felt a little painful, this was the first time he saw Mu Qingyang in such pain.

"Don't let go" felt the change in the curtain ding, and the curtain Xue Lun reminded him.

The hand that was about to lose his strength just now quickly restored his previous strength.

Mu Ziding closed his eyes tightly, and his heart was horizontal, as if he was working harder.

Until it was determined that Mu Qingyang had completely swallowed the "antidote".

The strength of the struggle of the person in his arms was noticeably weakened.

"Whew" Sherren let out a long sigh of relief.

After carefully observing Mu Qingyang, the whole person seemed to be discouraged, and his soft body seemed to have no strength.

Also, the pair of red pupils that looked at the seepage just now were half-squinted at this time, and there was no longer the slightest bit of anger just now.

"I guess it's okay. Mu Xuelun thought and let go of the arm that was holding Mu Qingyang.

With a "snap", Mu Qingyang's whole person seemed to have no bones, and his whole body went limp, and when his head touched the bed board, he made a loud sound.

"Uncle Huang" Mu Ziding hurriedly stepped forward and sat on the edge of the bed, carefully supporting Mu Qingyang on his chest.

Mu Xuelun swept in a cold eye.

"You don't know how to be lighter" The loudness of the voice just now really made Mu Ziding feel a burst of heartache.

"Hmph" Xue Lun was speechless, and snorted coldly.

"Uncle Huang, it seems that our idea is right, this medicine blood" felt his gaffe, Mu Ziding was full of smiles, and hurriedly started a round by himself.

But before he could finish speaking, he saw Mu Xuelun with a frightened look on his face.

"Be careful"

As soon as the words ended, Mu Ziding felt a paining pain in his neck

At this time, Mu Qingyang was like a sleepy beast that woke up, quickly jumped up from Mu Ziding's arms, staring at a pair of blood pupils, looking chilling.

It was just a moment of effort, and Mu Qingyang bit the neck of Mu Ziding with lightning speed.

Mu Ziding instinctively wanted to push the person in his arms away, but when he thought that this might hurt Mu Qingyang, in the end he still didn't want Qingyang to be injured.

He simply gritted his teeth, closed his eyes tightly, and received Mu Qingyang's "mouth strength" that was strengthening all at once.

"You don't want to die" Mu Xuelun shouted angrily, and slapped Mu Qingyang to the far corner of the bed with a strong palm