King Lanling liked the feeling at the moment, and preferred Mulan to sit by his side all the time. Even if the two of them don't say anything, just sit quietly together. However, if he lives and dies because of the curse, then everything in this present will cease to exist.

Alive, only alive, will there be a final chance. King Lanling thought so, maybe he should agree to Ming Shiyin's request and fight for himself. Three years was enough time for him to survive and find a way to break the curse. Maybe when the curse is lifted, he will be able to live with Mulan carefree.

Maybe he will build a big yard in the Tiger Valley and plant a large number of pear trees. In the spring, when the pear blossoms are in full bloom and the white stamens are as white as snow, Mulan will sit under the tree and drink the pear blossom wine he brewed, while he sits peacefully and holds her hand tightly.

King Lanling thought of the beautiful scene in the future, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously pursed a smile, and that smile was full of happiness and longing.

"You fool, you're so badly injured, and you're still laughing!" Mulan had red eyes and glared at King Lanling, not knowing what he was laughing at. was seriously injured and almost died, and she was worried about death.

"Ahem, I said that if you don't die, there will be a blessing in the future! What are you worried about?" King Lanling raised his hand and gently patted Mulan's head. This stupid woman is so cute even when she is angry. How could he be willing to leave her alone in the world, what if someone bullied her in the future?

"Hey! Who told you to slap me on the head! Don't look at who I am! Beware of my aunt, I will break your arm! Mulan shouted angrily, and her palm squeezed King Lanling's arm fiercely. If it had been normal times, she would have screwed it unceremoniously, making King Lanling grin in pain, but today she relented.

"Alas! Alas! King Lanling deliberately squeezed his eyes and howled.

"What's wrong with you?" Mulan's nervous eyes immediately widened, and her expression was extremely serious.

"Chest pain... It hurts... Let go of my arms. King Lanling deliberately pretended to be pitiful, trying to win Mulan's sympathy. On his handsome face, a pair of long eyes were so shining and clear. The voice of the voice is even more quiet and beautiful, which makes people's hearts soften.

"Hmph, my aunt and grandmother let you go this time!" Mulan raised her hand as she spoke, letting go of King Lanling's twisted arm. She was actually very worried about King Lanling's injury, and she kept reminding herself in her heart that Gao Changgong was seriously injured and sick now, and she shouldn't fight with him anymore, what if she was really injured?

"Thank you for the grace of the heroine not to kill!" King Lanling also deliberately teased. Unexpectedly, his joke actually made Mulan laugh. Mulan snorted, her eyes narrowed, and her smile was extraordinarily bright, like a happy child.

King Lanling looked at Mulan's bright smile, and his heart became even more sour. Silly girl, I will definitely live well and spend the next few days with you.

After a while, Mulan saw that the medicine of King Lanling had been drunk, and felt that it was not good to stay any longer, so she packed up the dishes and went out. When she was about to go out, she glanced at Ming Shiyin suspiciously. Why is this shopkeeper still staying here so late? Do you have something to say to King Lanling?

Mulan's mind turned, she didn't figure it out, so she didn't bother to think about it anymore. At present, it is a big deal to continue to boil medicine and heal the injuries on King Lanling's body.

After King Lanling saw Mulan go out, after a while, he got up and walked slowly to the door, carefully covering the wooden door. When King Lanling passed by Ming Shiyin at this time, his lips suddenly opened slightly, and he spit out a sentence: "I will do as you say, and give me the complete life-sustaining medicine." ”

"Of course I can give you the medicine, but I have to wait until you kill someone for me." Ming Shiyin could take out the small porcelain vase he had hidden in his sleeve and shook it twice towards King Lanling. The meaning is very clear, you must do good things for me first, and this antidote will be given to you. Otherwise, he wouldn't give it, how could a person as capable as Ming Shiyin do a loss-making business.

"Okay, I trust you." King Lanling stretched out his hand and took out the red pill he had hidden earlier, and swallowed Ming Shiyin's noodles directly into his stomach. Ming Shiyin pursed his lips, as if he was extremely happy.

"Medicine, I've already taken it, say it quickly, let me kill whom?" After King Lanling swallowed the red pill, he knew that he had no way out. He had to complete the task he had been assigned, no matter how difficult it was.

"Go to the Changshengfang and kill the doctor named Bian Que, even if your work is done, isn't it very simple?" A grim smile floated on the corner of Ming Shiyin's mouth, which made people shudder, and it made people furry behind their backs.

"Okay, talking counts." King Lanling frowned, that elegant doctor? He clenched his fists.

"Don't worry, I'll be waiting for you in the Ming Mansion in an hour~" Ming Shiyin smiled weirdly, and he shook the small porcelain bottle in his hand. That small porcelain bottle was full of hope that King Lanling would survive.

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At night, the streets of Chang'an are always exceptionally quiet and quiet, except for the occasional figure walking in the alleys, there is hardly anyone to be seen. King Lanling was dressed in dark purple clothes and walked in the night.

His face was so cold, and his eyes were so cold. He wants to survive at the cost of killing a doctor. King Lanling suddenly felt a little ridiculous, it seemed that fate was playing a joke on him. But he wants to live so much, only by living can there be a future.

His feet made a slight noise on the bluestone slab bricks, and he didn't stop until he came to the outside of the pharmacy of the "Immortal Fang". The candles in the pharmacy were still lit, the warm yellow light was shining through the window, and two figures could be seen shaking, as if chatting.

In the room, Cai Wenji was standing on the bench, picking up a large pile of messy herbs with her white and tender little hands. Her small round face is extraordinarily serious and cute. Bian Que sat upright, and his slightly thin figure was both gentle and elegant. His white fingers were extraordinarily slender and knuckle-defined. His thin fingertips, after touching the herbs, gently flicked them away, picking up the better herbs into the grass basket on one side, and the worse ones to the side.

"Alas! Master! I'm so tired! It's such a big pile, when will the two of us pick it up? I'm afraid I won't be able to finish it at dawn! Cai Wenji sighed and shouted. As she spoke, she was still actively sorting herbs in her hands.

She always listened to Master, after all, Master treated her best.

"If you're tired, go to sleep." Bian Que smiled slightly, this smile was gentle and considerate. As soon as Cai Wenji saw that the master cared about her, she instantly felt that she was not tired, she could at least pick up ten catties of herbs!