readx;? A bag of bits and pieces of medicinal herbs, three bowls of water boiled into a bowl, and finally threw three or four red dates into the casserole and simmered for more than half an hour. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Brother Yang, drink the medicine. ”

Pushing open the door of the side room, Ning Caichen was carrying a pot.

The appearance of this pot is mediocre, but the spout is long, but it is a medicine pot used by the old Chinese medicine doctor to pour medicine for unconscious patients.

There is no servant in the huge Ning Mansion, Ning Caichen has to lock the door when he enters and exits, and now the city of Kyoto is too chaotic, and locking the door of the mansion still can't make people feel at ease, so he locked the door of the wing room after entering the wing.

The house was in a mess, and it could be seen that the servants of the Ning Mansion should have taken a large number of things with them when they turned their backs on the master.

Round stools with elaborate patterns were removed.

The marble-encrusted coffee table was smashed.

The softness in the cupboard is even more thoughtful, and you know where you are at the moment.

The only thing left in this room that had not been devastatedly looted was a bamboo bed, on which Mo Xie was lying.

He was unconscious.

"Come, come, come. ”

Ning Caichen lifted Mo Xie's upper body, pried the other party's mouth open, and then violently poked the spout of the medicine pot into it - the 'stab' here is the 'stab' of "stabbing people with a dagger".

The medicine in the pot was freshly out of the pot, and even if it was poured on a dead pig, it was enough to provoke the latter's nervous reaction, causing it to shake its legs and twitch a moment or two. However, this treatment fell on Mo Ye's body, but it didn't stir up the slightest movement.

This guy was poured a pot of boiling water, and he didn't even frown.

Ning Caichen didn't seem to feel any surprise or inappropriateness, after pouring the medicine, he rearranged Mo Ye's body and sat on the edge of the bed.

"Alas, you guy, you really hurt others and yourself. ”

Ning Caichen said this, and the tone in his mouth was a little swearing.

He did have a reason to curse Mo Ye, after all, at this time, in his opinion, Mo Ye was almost half responsible for Zhuge Wolong's death.

But I have to say that Ning Caichen's life was saved by Mo Xie, and Ning Caichen couldn't imagine how many people in Kyoto City would be able to stand today if Mo Xie hadn't taken back his body from Pudu Cihang.

So he quickly changed his tone to another one.

"Brother Yang, I hope you wake up soon, the people of Kyoto City are panicking now, and I, the prime minister, have long been in name only, and I am afraid that the matter you asked me to investigate will not have any results. You're so capable, if it's really important, wake up and do it yourself. I really can't help more. ”

Ning Caichen lowered his head, the cloth he was wearing was the one he wore in prison, and no one in the Ning Mansion was willing to take it away at all.

"I don't know how Miss Fu is doing now, you guy, where did you hide Miss Fu? Please wake up quickly, you have all the means, is it really good to play with me like this?"

There were drops of water dripping from the spout of the pot and falling to the ground, and there were also droplets of water dripping from Ning Caichen's face and falling on his clothes.

"Please, wake up!"

Ning Caichen repeated this sentence in his mouth, many times, very mechanically.

Then, he got a response.

"What the hell did you just feed the labor?"

This was an extremely hoarse voice, Ning Caichen followed the prestige, only to see Mo Ye open his eyes.

His eyes were bloodshot, his mouth was foaming, he covered his throat with one hand, as if he had been poisoned by some kind of poison and his life was hanging by the balance, and when he was dying, he pointed to the poisoner and asked righteously, "I didn't expect it to be you...... This is a hit on the street!".

Ning Caichen felt that he should have seen this part in a big drama, but now was obviously not the time to think about it.

"Ahh

Ning Caichen's hand shook and fell down the medicine pot, and the latter fell directly to the ground, shattered, and the black medicinal juice spilled on the stone floor was actually "Zizi" bubbling.

"What kind of medicine is this?"

Mo Ye was foaming at the foam, his face was rapidly approaching the color of the foam, but it quickly turned green before it reached a horizontal line.

This is a sign of being poisoned.

"The medicine prescribed by the doctor at the entrance of the street said that it was to cure sleeping sickness, hey, hey, hey, what's wrong with you?"

Ning Caichen wiped the white foam from Mo Xie's mouth with his robe—of course, it was Mo Xie's robe.

He found that he couldn't wipe it clean, and he wiped it and bleed.

Mo Ye began to vomit blood.

"What kind of boiled medicine do you use?"

Mo Xie grabbed Ning Caichen's clothes, if his eyes could kill, just a moment would be enough for Ning Caichen to die more than a hundred times.

"Well water, what's the problem?"

Ning Caichen had just cried secretly, his eyes were still swollen, and his emotions had not yet recovered. At this moment, when Mo Ye asked so viciously, he suddenly lost his square inch.

"Do you drink your own well water?"

Mo Xie asked.

"There was a lot of tea left in the kettle yesterday, before drinking that tea......"

Before Ning Caichen could finish speaking, he saw that Mo Xie's hand was loosened, his eyes were closed, and the whole person went soft.

Life is like a drama, and tragedy always comes so suddenly.

"Brother Yang!"

Ning Caichen panicked.

"Damn, what's going on?"

Ning Caichen remembered that day he was told by 'Mo Xie' that the well water in the city was unavailable, but when he was cooking medicine this time, he didn't expect that even the well water in Ning's mansion was unavailable.

As the so-called lack of culture kills people, Ning Caichen is not aware of the interconnection of the underground water system, and at the moment Ning Caichen was in a hurry in the house, wiping Mo Ye's mouth and stroking his back. However, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get Mo Xie to spit out the potion, and seeing that the blood content of the liquid spit out of Mo Ye's mouth was gradually rising, Ning Caichen knew that he couldn't delay any longer.

"Brother Yang, hold on! I'll go get a doctor!"

Ning Caichen is very self-aware, as early as when he moved Mo Xie into this room, he had already confirmed that "he was as slow as a snail with Mo Xie on his back", and the most likely way to reverse his mistake at the moment was only "He ran out alone to invite the doctor over".

He was decisive in choosing the right path.

"Wait for me!"

Ning Caichen dared to swear that he had shown the fastest speed in his life, but what he didn't know was that if he killed a horse pistol when he ran out of the mansion, he would save all the rest of his work.

"Damn, I finally cheated me out. ”

As soon as Ning Caichen came out of the mansion, Mo Ye, who was "dying" on the bed, sat up, only to see that although his face was still green, there was still a trace of malaise in his demeanor?

"Whew!"

Take a deep breath, use your muscles, and open your mouth.

"Wow!"

Mo Xie spat out a large pool of dark black liquid, judging from the information provided by the broken medicine pot on the ground, this liquid was undoubtedly the medicinal juice that Ning Caichen had bothered to pour into Mo Ye after boiling for a long time.

Life is like a play, it all depends on acting skills.

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