Murong Qian tightened the medicine bottle in his hand, thinking about her injuries in his heart, and when he opened his mouth, his tone was incomparably cold: "This is the antidote to the flame kick, this son ......"

"Miss Sun gave you the antidote, you can keep it, don't let down her heart."

Hu Qingchen pushed the medicine bottle away and looked at him deeply, "Murong Qian, even if you are acting on the spot, don't be too good to me!" You are like this, Miss Sun, you will be sad1 and I ...... It will be emotional! Although Murong Qian tried his best to be calm, there was still a thin anger in his tone: "Hun Qingchen! Do you know what kind of poison you have right now? That's the fire poison of 'Flame Kick', and if you can't keep it, you'll die! I just don't want you to me! I don't want to have a dislike between me and Lord Situ because of you! Hurry up and give me this antidote......" "Don't bother His Royal Highness King Zheng!" Hu Qingchen interrupted coldly, "Mr. Mo is proficient in medical skills, and I can't die!" Even if I'm really dead, it doesn't matter! Don't worry, I will never delay your grand ambition 1 Murong squinted his eyes and looked at the light dust quietly for a long time before he nodded: "Oh, that's the best 1 The clouds come and go, and the rain falls gently, covering the sky and the earth with a layer of steep spring cold. Hu Qingchen sat alone in front of Xiaoxuan's window, looking at the pale cyan ** that was blurred in the sky, listening to the sound of the stream passing around the window, and secretly distracted. And Leng Yueping sat by the stream, put her feet into the water, played with herself, stretched out her hand to catch the raindrops into ice beads, and threw them into the spring water with a clatter. "Qingchen, come, drink the medicine." When Mo Sheng entered the house with the decoction, he saw such a scene, "Is this trip still smooth?" Hu Qingchen took the soup bowl and held it in his hand, facing Mo Sheng's question, he didn't know how to answer, so he had to say "um" softly. Mo Sheng looked at Xun Qingchen and frowned and drank the medicine, before asking softly, "That'...... Did you get the Magnolia mirror back? "Where is the Mulan Mirror?" Hu Qingchen slowly turned his head, still a little absent-minded, "Oh, yes, I'm sorry, Brother Mo, I forgot for a while, for a while.1 Mo Sheng shook his head, looked at the child under the eaves outside the window, and sighed: "Then how should Leng Yueping be placed now?" Without the Magnolia mirror, her figure can't last long! Leng Yueping heard her name called, and quickly turned her head and looked at them with a smile: "Mulan mirror?" Here I am! As he spoke, he took out the magnolia mirror and the magnolia hairpin from his arms. Still with you? How is this possible? Mo Sheng was puzzled, "Could it be that Murong Qian didn't take any action when he saw this thing?" Leng Yueping pouted dissatisfiedly and said, "Hmph! Do you mean that big lazy pig? He's been lying in bed! Didn't notice anyone at all! Mo Shengyu frowned slightly, thought for a while, and seemed to say to himself: "It is impossible for a person with heavy pupils not to notice the Mulan Mirror, could it be that he was really seriously injured that day, not just a bitter trick!" "The fire poison of the flame kick is the internal organs, and the toxicity slowly penetrates from the inside to the surface, and at first it can only be seen weak and pale, but at a cursory glance, it is natural to determine the depth of the body. On that day, he only cared about sending Hun Qingchen home for diagnosis and treatment first, and did not stop to seriously check Murong Qian's injury, could it really be that he was wrong? However, Murong Qian and Hun Qingchen had only known each other a few times, so why did he do this just to save her? "It's a bitter ploy!" Xun Qingchen stopped Mo Sheng's speculation, "Brother Mo, I saw him, he is alive and well, and he doesn't look like he is injured at all!" Do you know, he really has the antidote to 'Flame Kick'1 Mo Sheng hurriedly asked, "Did you get the antidote back?" Xun Qingchen shook his head gently, not wanting to recall anything about Murong Qian, a smile appeared on his lips, half joking and half serious: "Brother Mo, aren't you the antidote?" Mo Sheng looked at the light dust and moved his lips, but did not speak again, but sighed faintly, and nodded thoughtfully.