The guards around him also changed frequently. Mo Yunchen has a fickle temper and is irritable, and an honest guard like him can only be bullied by him.

However, he has not been by Mo Yunchen's side for a short time, at least three or four years. Being bullied like this, there must be a last resort reason to stay by Mo Yunchen's side.

Mo Jiu looked at the unconscious guard, the corners of his lips hooked slightly, and his eyes flashed slightly.

She took the spring water from the space and sprinkled it on the boy's wound. But in the blink of an eye, the fleshy wound grows new flesh at a rate visible to the naked eye.

The young guard stretched out his hand in a daze and was about to scratch the wound, but Mojiu reached out and restrained his hands.

Perhaps it was too much of an itch, and the boy opened his eyes suddenly. The next moment, he met Mo Jiu's smiling face.

Touching the surprise in the young man's eyes, Mo Jiu's lips hooked slightly, and his voice was indifferent.

"It's better not to touch the wound now. The wound is healing, and if you touch it now, it is easy to leave a new wound. ”

Hearing her say this, the look of surprise in the young man's eyes became even stronger.

The matter of Mo Jiu's treatment of Mo Bingqing has spread to all corners of the Mo Mansion, and almost everyone knows that the eldest son of the Mo family's waste wood has a magical medical skill because of his adventure.

But except for this young man, he was being punished for provoking Mo Yunchen, and he didn't have the time to hear these gossips at all.

"You're helping me heal?"

He doesn't have a lot of intersection with the eldest prince, and in his impression, the eldest prince is cowardly, not as deep as the eyes of the person in front of him now.

Mo Jiu only raised his eyebrows, and instead of answering his question, he asked another question.

"What's your name?"

The boy didn't answer Mo Jiu, frowning lightly and falling into deep thought. He really couldn't figure out how the eldest prince, who was called a waste, would treat his wounds, and he couldn't understand why the eldest prince wanted to help him heal.

Maybe the current situation is too informative, and it's normal that he can't accept it all at once. Sometimes it's more acceptable to talk to honest people and go straight to the point.

Mo Jiu curled her lips and smiled, didn't go around in circles anymore, and directly said her plan.

"How about you follow the master? The master Mo Yunchen can give you can also give it to you. ”

When the young man heard her words, his eyes lit up and then darkened again.

"Then you may have made the wrong decision, and you can't afford to give what he can give. Even if you can help me heal my wounds, you can't afford to give the second son what he can. ”

Mo Jiu's eyes narrowed slightly, and the corners of his lips hooked up a playful arc.

"Oh? If you don't say it, how do you know that the master can't afford it? Then come and guess, this thing shouldn't be money, and it's not for your own use, right? ”

The boy's eyes flashed with surprise. It's just because Mo Jiu's short sentence is very close to the answer.

Is he really the cowardly wastewood boy? Could it be that what I showed before was just a disguise?

The young man looked at it for a long time, but he couldn't read any information from Mo Jiu's indifferent expression.

"One moon grass per month, can you give it?"

The Lord of the Moongreen Prairie also knows. It is an extremely precious medicinal herb, growing in the extreme yin place where the moonlight is the most.

It only matures once every ten years on the night of the full moon, and only this ripe moon grass can be used as a medicinal herb.

However, because the place where the moon grass grows is a cliff, and the ripening time is very short, it can be regarded as a rare medicinal material.

Because of the heavy yin qi, Yueqing grass is generally used to treat fever, and the effect of fever caused by excessive qi and blood is significant.

If it's just an ordinary fever, you don't need a whole plant of moongreen grass at all.