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Mo Qian sneezed fiercely, then shrunk his head into the quilt, "Strange, why am I sneezing, is it because someone is thinking about me?" Well, it must be...... Ahh Mo Qian was thinking about it, but he couldn't help but sneeze again.

At this time, Ting'er picked up the medicinal soup on the table and said to Mo Qian helplessly.

"It's not that someone misses you, in fact, it's you who has a cold, why don't you believe it? Come on, Childe, hurry up and drink the medicinal soup. ”

As he spoke, he handed the medicinal soup in his hand to Mo Qian's mouth, but he couldn't hide even if he wanted to.

In fact, the day after Mo Qian came back from eating the kiln chicken, Mo Qian caught a cold and kept shrinking under the quilt and refused to come out.

The quilt in this house is filled with satin and white stacks, which is beautiful to say.

However, he just doesn't keep warm very much, and Mo Qian, who is hiding in the quilt, has always doubted the warmth function of this kind of thing.

But very helplessly, when Mo Qian crossed, he did not master the technique of playing cotton, so he pinned his hopes on this.

It's better for Mo Qian to meditate on himself, because too many people are worried about him.

Mo Qian had no choice but to take the bowl of medicinal soup, pinched his nose and drank it, the pungent smell went straight to Mo Qian's mind, making him dizzy.

"It's so bitter, I'll never drink these things again."

Accustomed to the simplicity and speed of Western medicine, it is really unaccustomed to letting him return to the fine work of Chinese medicine and slow cooking all of a sudden, especially pouring a bowl of black things, which has always been Mo Qian's resentment.

"Hehe, then it's up to the son, if you don't want to drink the medicine, then the son has to get better as soon as possible, if the doctor doesn't prescribe this medicine, the son naturally doesn't have to drink it."

"Alas......" Mo Qian sighed, "By the way, how did I make the heater built by Guan Fan?" ”

After despairing of Daqi's cup, Mo Qian could only hope for the stove.

"This, I haven't seen Gongzi take it yet, so Gongzi may have to wait patiently."

"Okay." Mo Qian was a little lost.

But at this time, there was a "bang", the door was kicked open, and while the wind was howling, a majestic image appeared at the door, only to see that the person was holding a pot-shaped thing in his hand, Mo Qian couldn't hold back the excitement in his heart.

"Xiao Fan, you finally got the stove right...... Huh, county lord? What are you doing here? ”

Mo Qian was stunned, and after the brilliance, he only saw a thin figure, although slender, but the figure showed a slender curve. Every movement and stillness is enough to charm people's hearts, and what she holds in her hand is ...... A jar of wine.

"What, I can't come to you for a drink?"

The county lord of Liyun naturally sat down in the empty space on the bed beside Mo Qian, "But what's wrong with you today?" Looks like you're suffering from the cold, right? ”

"Hehe, I don't want to go to the Three Treasures Hall for nothing, I don't know what the county lord came to me for today?"

"Haha, we're already old friends, why don't I just come to you for a drink?" Lord Liyun argued. But Mo Qian obviously didn't believe it, "It's because we've been friends for so long that I don't believe it." ”

"Ahem......" Lord Liyun was a little embarrassed, feeling that every time he came to him, he was pulling him to be a coolie.

"This, the poetry meeting I mentioned to you last time happens to be the day after tomorrow, do you think you have time?"

"Plop ......" Mo Qian fell on the bed in response, looking weak, "The doctor said that I am very seriously ill and must rest at home for half a month, and it is not appropriate to go out, so I may not be able to help with this, and I ask the county lord to forgive me." ”

Mo Qian is now afraid of these poems or something, every past is a fight, which is not the same as the poetry and painting in his imagination, but there is a kind of fierce look.

And every time he goes over, he will offend a group of people, which is why the county lord of Liyun invited his people to go a long time ago, but Mo Qian is still very hesitant. The county lord of Liyun glanced at Mo Qian, who was still in good spirits just now, a little puzzled.

fell on the bed all of a sudden, this performance, even if it is singing, is not so good.

However, she was still very strange, grabbed Mo Qian's hand and said, "Mo Qian, I'm still curious, what kind of illness can make you stay at home for half a month?" ”

Mo Qian said a little weakly: "Lazy cancer ......"

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Lord Liyun wanted to pull Mo Qian out and beat him violently, but considering that he had already been defeated before he could make a move, and his avatar had promised a lot of unequal treaties, Mo Qian was able to stay in the room safely.

"Mo Qian, why do I think you don't really want to go to the poetry club? Wouldn't it be nice to go to poetry to meet more talented people or something? ”

"If it's for me to just go to eat, I don't have a problem with it, and I can applaud everyone if necessary, so that's okay."

"Well, what you said is not impossible, this time I just want you to eat and drink, you don't have to do anything, just accompany Sister Luo, your talent in the capital is already big enough, as long as you sit aside, many wild bees and butterflies will not dare to do anything."

"Is that okay?" Mo Qian's eyes widened, but he didn't seem to see that this was the case, and the county lord of Liyun was not the kind of person who didn't believe in his words, and he would naturally do what he promised, but why did Mo Qian feel a little uneasy about the poems that were coming tomorrow?

Mo Qian felt that he was cold, but fortunately, at this time, Guan Fan, who Mo Qian had been looking forward to for a long time, finally came, holding a kettle-sized stove in his hand, seeing this, Mo Qian was almost moved to tears, dear, you are finally here.