(35) Confess your heart

Following him all the way down, Mo Qingqian only felt that the temperature around him was getting lower and lower, and at the end of the day, he came to a dark room, and a cold jade bed large enough to sleep two people was in it, emitting a faint cold light.

At this time, she understood why there was a natural cold pool in this courtyard, it turned out that it was all because of this cold jade bed, I am afraid that Ling Wuxin has a deep internal force, and it is inseparable from the rare things in this world.

Look at the cold jade bed again, a woman with a beautiful face and a serene expression is lying on it.

When Ling Wuxin saw her eyes fall on the person who was screaming on the bed, she opened her mouth to explain: "This is my mother, who was seriously injured more than ten years ago, my father used his internal strength to renew her life, and found this cold jade bed to save her life, but he was powerless to save it. I heard that the method of the silver needle of the divine doctor Gu has the effect of resurrecting the dead, but when we find it, it is full of ashes and charred corpses everywhere. In this way, do you still think that your Divine Doctor Valley exterminated the clan because of my father? ”

At this time, Ling Wuxin could see a little bit of his usual casual appearance, and there was a faint sadness between his eyebrows.

Mo Qingqian didn't answer him, as early as she entered this dark room and saw the person on the bed, she had already dispelled her doubts, and her heart felt relaxed as if she had put down the boulder, and she was faintly glad that it had nothing to do with him. She walked forward by herself, first looked at the surface, and then took the hands of the people on the cold jade bed in turn to cut her pulse.

Seeing this, Ling Wuxin also understood that she no longer doubted: "I don't know how to call Mo Er's real name?" ”

"Don't be shallow."

"Indifferent and cold to go up to the small building, it looks like a girl's temperament, my son's name is Wuxin, but the heart is like Jin Tianjian, can the girl know this heart?" Ling Wuxin, this person, was really serious for only a quarter of an hour, and then he stuck up like a dog's skin plaster.

"Aren't you unintentional, how do I know." At this time, Mo Qingqian's heart had no doubts, his mood was much better, his tone became softer, and he could even hear a little bit of his daughter's coquettishness, which made the smile on Ling Wuxin's face even brighter.

It was extremely cold under the influence of the cold jade bed here, much worse than the cold pool outside, and Mo lightly concentrated on the weak pulse of the woman on the bed, so he had no time to use his internal strength to resist the cold here, and his face had become a little pale.

Ling Wuxin on the side was naturally observant, and with one hand against her back heart, the gentle and long internal force poured into Mo Qingqian's body.

When Mo Qingqian felt it, he was surprised in his heart, his internal strength was so deep and controllable, which was still better than that of a person who had cultivated a Jiazi.

A quarter of an hour later, Mo Qingqian's face improved greatly under Ling Wuxin's continuous internal force, but she was focused on cutting the woman's pulse at this time, and she was not distracted to see Ling Wuxin.

The smile on the corner of Ling Wuxin's lips gradually retracted a little, but his eyes were a little infatuated, the person he fancied looked better when he was serious, and he believed that his mother would be very satisfied with the girl he brought.

Because the pulse of the woman in the cold jade bed was really weak, Mo Qingqian was worried that there was something wrong, so she put down her hand after repeated confirmation, turned her head to look at Ling Wuxin, and met such a pair of eyes with affection.

My heart couldn't help but tremble, and for some reason, I suddenly remembered what Ling Wuxin asked He Sisi that day, what is love? Could it be that he really has a heart for himself?

Mo Qingqian was a little unconvinced, but there seemed to be countless ants crawling in his heart, and he was even more helpless than when he suspected Ling Wuxin before.

"Ling Ci's meridians are chaotic, and her internal organs are severely damaged, especially the head injury, although the external injury has been healed, the inside is blocked, and she will be unconscious for a long time. The cold jade bed and internal force continue to live, and if one is missing, it will die. Your father...... It's not easy. Mo lightly avoided his direct gaze, took out a small package from his waist, opened it with silver needles of different lengths, took out a few of them, and quickly and accurately pierced a few points on the woman's head.

Ling Wuxin said: "My son, like my father, is a person who is infatuated and long-term in love. Ling Wuxin said and looked at his unconscious mother, and his heart was also astringent, "I don't know when my mother will wake up and whether she will be able to recover?" ”

"I need to give her an injection for seven days in a row to get her head blocked, but she has been in a coma for a long time, and I am afraid that she will not wake up soon. As for healing...... I still need a few medicines, all of which are precious medicinal materials that are extremely difficult to find...... The Qizhou (Mizhou) palace family may have a few of them, one is the seven-star grass, I have seen it in the West Courtyard Garden. ”

"That's easy, just steal it."

Mo looked sideways, such a casual attitude really fits his temperament: "I heard that there are no people with advanced martial arts in the West Courtyard, and the owner of the North Courtyard has not cared about the affairs of the village for a long time, why do you need to disguise yourself like this." ”

Ling Wuxin saw that she had already received the needle, and was worried that the cold air of this cold jade bed would hurt her too much, so he pulled her away and said, "They are not good at martial arts, but none of the people I sent to investigate have ever returned, so even I can't figure out what they are leaning on, so you'd better not be like that day anymore." ”

Mo Qingqian frowned, and carefully recalled that day in the West Courtyard, there were almost no guards, but there was an inexplicable feeling of some gloomy feelings, and the herbs and poisonous herbs in the garden, whether it was a coincidence or something else, who was Cheng Ze, the owner of the three villages that she had not yet seen.

Thinking of these in her heart, she forgot to break away from the hand that was being held by Ling Wuxin.

Coming out of the dark room of the rockery, both of them were dazzled by the bright white color outside, and they were fluttering everywhere, and it was snowing.

Ling Wuxin looked at the snowfall in the sky, and suddenly sighed: "Listen to my father, it was at the beginning of the snow that year that he fell in love with my mother." I don't know when Ben Gongzi had the same luck as him. ”

Mo Qingqian was dressed in white, raised her head slightly, and under the heavy snow, she was particularly moving: "I still remember that when I was a child, I played in the snow with my parents and parents, and after they went, I never seriously appreciated the snow." ”

There was no sadness in her tone, just deep nostalgia.

Ling Wuxin picked up the hand that had been held by him all the time, and looked at her very seriously: "From now on, spring breeze and autumn nights, summer rain and winter snow, I Ling Wuxin is willing to accompany you to hold hands and look at each other, and accompany the old man in heaven and earth." ”

Mo turned his head to look at him lightly, and from his eyes, he seemed to be able to see the bottom of his heart, and his feelings were true...... Meaningful.

At that moment, she couldn't hear the sound of falling snow, she couldn't see the surrounding snow, and his eyes, ears, and heart were his words "I'll accompany you......"

The hand that was being held tightened and held his hand, and after feeling the warmth of his hot palm, he pulled it out violently, avoiding his burning eyes: "I still have a big revenge to avenge, Childe's mind, I can't reply lightly." ”

Mo lightly fled in a hurry as if he was in the cold pool that night.

Ling Wuxin wanted to set a trap in her heart, waiting for her to jump into it willingly, and she had to escape far away to suppress the desire in her heart to fall into it.

"It's really a twisted girl, what is the conflict between love and hatred." Looking at Mo Qingqian, who was only fast with an afterimage, Ling Wu knew that she was already tempted.