Mo Zhao pushed the wheelchair slowly, and the wheels pressed the ground, making a gurgling sound.

Lu Mian, who was looking through the medical books in the inner hall, seemed to notice the noise outside, put down the medical books in his hand and got up to look outside, and sure enough, he saw Mo Zhao.

Lu Mian was overjoyed, and walked quickly behind Mo Zhao and pushed the wheelchair: "Why did you come back so quickly today?" Didn't you have to wait until dinner time to rush back? ”

"There's less to do today." Mo Zhao hooked his lips, remembering the picture of him being angry in the court today and throwing away half of the fold, and said without hypocrisy: "A few days ago, they had nothing to do, and I had to deal with some trivial things." Sister Mian, you don't know, I review so many folds every day that my fingers hurt when I hold the pen. ”

Saying that, Mo Zhao was like a child who was bullied in kindergarten and went home to complain, and handed both hands to Lu Mian: "If Sister Mian doesn't believe it, you touch it, my two hands have no strength, and I don't even have the strength to hold a cup when I want to drink a little water when I was in the imperial study just now." ”

Hearing this, Lu Mian looked down at his slender, powerful and bony hands.

In fact, you can't see anything except that it's good-looking.

However, because of what Mo Zhao said, and the fact that his ten fingers were deliberately hanging weakly, in Lu Mian's eyes, it seemed that he also thought that those ten fingers had been mistreated during the day.

Lu Mian couldn't help but reach out and knead his hands and arms, just like Mo Zhao wrote too much homework when he was a child, and he squeamishly raised his two hands to cry in front of Lu Mian, and then Lu Mian also kneaded his hands like this to relieve his sore fingers.

After kneading for a while, the hot tea poured out before became warmer, and Lu Mian waited carefully again, bringing the teacup to Mo Zhao's mouth.

Enjoying Lu Mian's personal care, Mo Zhao was so comfortable that he couldn't do it.

After feeding him tea, Lu Mian continued to knead his arm.

Mo Zhao sat in a wheelchair while enjoying himself, and at the same time talked to Lu Mian about some of the state affairs he handled today.

Mo Zhao does not take the sentence that women cannot interfere in politics.

In his heart, Lu Mian taught him a lot of knowledge, if Lu Mian was an official, he would be no less than the men in the officialdom today.

Mo Zhao admires Lu Mian's talent, and should communicate with Lu Mian about major events in the DPRK and China.

Although Lu Mian thought that she was not as powerful as Mo Zhao thought, Mo Zhao was willing to ask, and she was still happy to say it.

It's just that so many years have passed in a blink of an eye, and the thin little bean Ding who used to be has now grown into a man.

The white and tender fingers pressed his arm little by little.

Mo Zhao lowered his eyes, and his gaze kept falling on Lu Mian's white and tender fingers.

Although through his clothes, he could carefully distinguish the body temperature that belonged to Lu Mian's fingertips and the softness that was different from his iron arm.

Lu Mian was rubbing his arm very seriously, perhaps because of the posture, the two were very close.

Mo Zhao's body sat straight on the wheelchair, and from his point of view, it looked like Lu Mian was leaning on his arm.

For this conjecture, he knew that it was false, but Mo Zhao couldn't help but be excited in his heart.

Before the age of thirteen, Mo Zhao called Lu Mian his sister, and he didn't have any thoughts in his heart.

Even if he wanted to keep her by his side forever, he only thought it was possessive.

It wasn't until after the age of thirteen that Mo Zhao suddenly understood that he didn't want to be her brother at all.

It's just that after several temptations by him, he found that Lu Mian was very clever and transparent in other things, but he was emotionally dull and abnormal.

Mo Zhao tried to open his mouth in front of Lu Mian several times, but was ignored by Lu Mian, resulting in Mo Zhao not learning anything in front of Lu Mian all these years, and the only thing he learned was to pretend to be pitiful.

Mo Zhao didn't think about confessing directly to Lu Mian, but as long as he thought that it was a consequence that he couldn't accept, he couldn't speak.

In his heart, he never gave the two of them a second choice for the future.

The future of him and Sister Mian must be harmonious and beautiful.

Besides, Sister Mian is so good and has helped him so much.

Now he still has nothing, and he is not worthy of confessing to Sister Mian at all.

When he has the ability to send the most noble position in the world to Sister Mian, when he has the ability to protect Sister Mian from any harm, when he has the ability to create the most beautiful golden wire cage in the world and prevent Sister Mian from leaving......

At that time, he will definitely confess to Sister Mian!

Mo Zhao's deep eyes were full of emotion, and they were all suppressed by him.

……

Mo Zhao's road to prison went smoothly, but on the other hand, other people's lives were not so wonderful.

The first is the emperor lying on the bed.

The level of medical care in this era was not ahead of its time, and it was even somewhat barren.

Even if the Tai Hospital brought their best ointment to the emperor, it couldn't make the emperor feel the pain instantly.

Whether it was the torture of the wound or the torture of the Gu worms in the body, it made the emperor feel anxious and irritable.

Almost every once in a while, the emperor summoned the criminal department to ask them about the consequences of extorting confessions from Concubine Shu.

In the matter of Gu worms, Concubine Shu personally admitted that she had placed it in the emperor's body.

Therefore, the emperor also bit Concubine Shu at this time, and he must hand over the antidote.

Concubine Shu is also a tolerant person, even if she is forced to confess by words and deeds, she grits her gums and refuses to let go.

Concubine Shu knew that she would die no matter whether she said it or not, and since she was going to die, she would definitely not make the emperor feel good.

Besides, that Gu worm was occasionally obtained by her in the early years, and the other party was a mysterious person with a covered face, and because of her help, she gave the Gu worm to her.

Therefore, even if it is Concubine Shu, there is no antidote to that Gu worm in her hand at all.

The concubine can bear it, but the emperor can't bear it.

Especially after Lu Mian also said that she was powerless, without Lu Mian's medicine and acupuncture to suppress it, the Gu worms in the emperor's body acted wantonly, greedily sucking the qi, blood and essence on the emperor's body, every minute and second was so difficult for the emperor.

I don't know if it's because of the Gu worms on his body, the three external injuries on the emperor's body are obviously not very deep, even if the best medicine is applied, it has no effect at all.

Not only did the three wounds not heal, but they also began to suppurate, and the flesh next to the wounds began to rot, and within a few days, pus began to flow and emitted a foul smell.

In this case, of course, the emperor couldn't stand it, and repeated the old trick again.

In the past, the emperor used Concubine Xian's life to force the three princes, but now he is using Mo Jiaze's life to force Concubine Shu.

Concubine Shu was completely panicked, and hurriedly opened her mouth to tell how she got the Gu worm and that she didn't have an antidote in her hand.

But how could the emperor believe her at this time, when Mo Zhao and Lu Mian received the news, one of the arms of the third prince had been cut off by the emperor, and only the white bones remained.