The floating basket stood in the Yanchun Pavilion in the rain for a while, and she slowly raised her head to look at the sky. The sky was a little gloomy at this time www.biquge.info and the floating clouds on the roof of Yunxiu Mansion seemed to be dyed with ink. It's dark and cold, which makes people feel extremely depressed in an instant. She exhaled heavily, and her heart was infinitely cold.

Obviously, he has left the door, but life is not much better.

The path she chose must be extremely difficult to go on, even if she cries blood and drinks tears, she has to move forward step by step. But she couldn't let Moran suffer this crime with her, Moran had ruined most of his life because of their family's involvement, and now he was suffering from such a disease!

When will the poison of the floating basket be solved?

The rain was pouring down, drenching Mo Fuluo's cloak and soaking through her cyan skirt. But she just wanted to stay in the rain a little longer. No matter how strong the wind and rain are, it will no longer shake her firm heart.

A cool breeze hit, Mo Fuluo couldn't help but shiver, she was drenched by the rain, and her mind was finally clear. turned around and quickly returned to Yunxiu Tower.

It was almost noon when Izawa came with an old man.

"Lord Yi, is this old gentleman a doctor?"

Yucui, who had been waiting at the door, saw Ize walk into the courtyard and hurriedly stepped forward to greet him.

The old man held the medicine box in one hand and the umbrella in the other, and let out a somewhat old mute voice: "Where is the patient?" ”

"This is Mr. Zhou, the imperial physician who has always been used by the prince, Yucui, you lead the way from the front and lead Elder Zhou to take a look at the patient."

"Your side, please!" Yucui hurriedly walked a few steps and led the way in front.

In Mo Lan's inner room, Mo Fuluo, who heard the movement, glanced back and saw an old man brought in by Yucui, and hurriedly got up to greet him.

"Don't be formal, the old man will go and see the patient first." Zhou Qing waved his hand and motioned for Mo Fuluo to stand aside, put the medicine box on the table, and walked to the bedside.

"The patient's Yin Tang is black, his fingernails are dark gray, and his lips are slightly purple, which is a sign of poison in his body." After checking the pulse, Zhou Qing added: "The patient's body is not a poison, but it has been controlled with drugs. However, the internal fire is too strong, and the toxin is still spreading, so now the mind is confused, the high fever does not go away, and the poison is also uneasy. ”

"Then what should I do if we want to control the poison first?" Mo Fuluo stood behind Zhou Qing, his brows furrowed, and his voice was cold.

"Retreat from blood and cover up fire. The old man just has a prescription here. Zhou Qing said as he turned around and walked to the table, took out a piece of paper from the medicine box and began to write the prescription.

Mo Fuluo stretched out his hand to take the pharmacy opened by Zhou Qing, his eyebrows flashed, and he asked in a trembling voice: "The old gentleman may have solved the poison in the patient's body?" ”

Zhou Qing waved his hand when he heard this, summarized the contents of the medicine box, closed the lid and lifted it. "There is a specialization in the art industry, this detoxification is not what the old man is good at, the girl should find someone else."

Although he knew that the poison of this floating basket was difficult to solve, Mo Fuluo couldn't help but be disappointed when he heard what Zhou Qing said in person.

"Then she-" Mo Fuluo paused, but still asked, "No worries about her life, right?" ”

"As long as the girl takes the medicine prescribed by the old man and gives her on time, she will be fine, but remember not to be angry."

Zhou Qing explained some time of taking medicine and decoction methods, and then was taken out of the house by Izawa.

Yi Ze and Zhou Qing walked out of the courtyard of Yunxiu Building with umbrellas, and it was not until they walked out for a long way that Yi Ze whispered to the people around him.

"Old Zhou, can the patient's life be saved?"

"If Lord Yi wants to protect it, then he can naturally keep it."

"That's good, the master explained, that person's life must be saved."

"This can rest assured, she is taking the Xuyang Pill, plus the medicine prescribed by the old man, as long as there are no more accidents, there will be no worries about her life."

"That's good." Izawa finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"But-" Zhou Qing's voice raised a few points, looked at Yi Ze Zhengse and said: "She is too deeply poisoned, it has reached the heart, and she must detoxify it quickly, otherwise even if the poison is cleared in the end, she will be a waste." ”

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After an afternoon of tossing, Moran's condition finally stabilized. After feeding Moran the medicine, Mo Fuluo leaned against her bedside and raised his hand to gently smooth the wrinkles on her forehead, as if he saw Moran open his eyes and smile softly at her.

Mo Fuluo held his lips and leaked a trace of bitterness, shook his head, suppressed this flustered conjecture, got up and paced in the room.

After a few walks, his gaze paused slightly and fell to the table. Just now, I was just looking for a doctor to treat Moran, and I almost forgot the piece of paper on the table.

Mo Fuluo gently walked to the table and picked up the paper, on which a whole page was written in Juanxiu Xiaokai, which was the music score that Mo Lan wrote to himself.

His eyes swept over the shop, silently noting down a few unfamiliar places, and in his heart.

At this time, the door was quietly pushed open, and Yucui walked in with small steps. For fear of waking Mo Lan, he didn't whisper this in his ear until he walked to Mo Fuluo's side.

"Sister Ah Luo, I'm guarding Aunt Lan here, you go to sleep."

"How can I sleep?" Mo Fuluo sighed, looked at Yucui and muttered, "My heart is uncomfortable, go out to breathe." ”

"It's just stopped raining outside, it's a little cold, Sister Ah Luo put on some clothes."

Only then did Mo Fuluo notice that the clothes he was wearing now turned out to be a pink skirt.

A little earlier, Mo Fuluo vacated the time to change the wet cyan skirt, and because he was irritable, he didn't look at it carefully, so he directly took the skirt that Yucui brought and put it on. At this time, the color is really pink and tender, and her skin is a little whiter.

However, she hated the color. This color is the easiest to spot when it is stained with blood. The red blood is like a large red floating flower, blooming all over the body, and there is nowhere to hide.

Like, when she was a child, she loved to wear a pink Luo skirt, and she could see it clearly if she accidentally got a little dust. And when she finally fled, she was covered with blood, and she could never forget it for the rest of her life.

"When the cyan skirt is washed, remember to bring it to me immediately, and don't forget to mend my black gown."

The night after the rain is exceptionally cool. The black sky was pressed tightly on top of Mo Fuluo's head, and she was a little out of breath. Mo Fuluo tilted his head and searched carefully for a long time, but there was no starlight or moonlight, and it was a completely dark sky. Only under the willow tree in the courtyard, a candle lamp that Yucui had just hung up, swayed by the wind, emitting a faint light.

This kind of night, which was originally in the door, was called the night of death.

Because the lights are never lit at night, there is no light in this kind of night, which is more suitable for killing and being killed, as well as throwing corpses into the cliff of ten thousand burials.

Mo Fuluo took a deep breath, lifted his body, and went up to the roof with a few taps.

"Jingle bell" a few crisp sounds, coming from the small bell from the eaves downstairs, is particularly clear in this silent night.

Mo Fu sat on a corner of the roof and reached out and took out his flute. Open the cloth bag and take out the flute and put it to your mouth. Gently closing his eyes, his mind resounded with the score Moran had written on paper.

The fingertips trembled slightly, and a melodious and light sound came from the flute.

Dreams are intoxicating, drunk and dreams are dead......

At this moment, several auras with murderous intent came from far and near, rapidly approaching.

Mo Fuluo's breath suddenly condensed, and he opened his eyes in an instant, and the sound of the flute stopped abruptly.

She pursed the corners of her lips and snorted, "Can't you even wait for one night?" ”