Chapter 474: He Regretted Hurting Her Like This
An hour passed, and Hua Muyue was nowhere to be seen, and Zhao Huaijin was anxious.
"Lady, where will you be?" Zhao Huaijin walked down the street and lost his soul, and he realized how afraid he was of losing her.
Shen Xueru's family, and even Fang's mansion, also went to the academy, and Zhao Huaijin searched all the shops that Hua Muyue might go, and every time passed, his heart was afraid of a point, afraid of losing!
Hua Muyue didn't know that Zhao Huaijin had returned to Qishan, she was a little uncomfortable, and after drinking a little sobering wine in Xiaofu, people didn't want to move, so they moved the soft collapse to the Huxin Pavilion and nested lazily on it.
Before I knew it, I fell asleep.
"Master." Yuqing, who received the flowers and the moon, saluted like Xiao Yunyi.
Xiao Yunyi put his finger to his mouth to signal Yuqing to silence, and waved his hand to let Yuqing retreat.
Yuqing blessed her body and retreated, glanced at Hua Muyue, and did not dare to resist her master's order.
Xiao Yunyi covered Hua Muyue with a thin blanket, looked at her quiet and well-behaved sleeping face, shook his head, and sighed in his heart, Tuan Tuan Tuan was as willful as ever, and he didn't know how to cherish himself, what should I do if I catch a cold when the lake breeze blows!
Xiao Yunyi stared at Hua Muyue quietly for a while, remembering how unconscious she was last night, and her brows furrowed slightly.
It seems that she has to ask the ghost doctor to visit, maybe her body is a little weird, why did she forget everything, she doesn't even remember the ghost doctor!!
"Xianggong! You're back! ”
"Dad, mother, where are you?"
"Yue'er is scared."
Hua Muyue suddenly sweated on her eyebrows, her face was full of pain, and she didn't wake up, babbling like last night.
"Tuan Tuan, don't be afraid! Brother Yi is here. Xiao Yunyi clenched Hua Muyue's hand and comforted her with a voice.
"Tuan Tuan, good!"
Xiao Yunyi had a look of pity in his eyes, and touched Hua Muyue's head all over again, Hua Muyue's mood gradually stabilized, but she didn't wake up.
"Shadow, go and get Yumo."
The shadow appeared like a ghost, and landed on one knee, "Yes, master. "It's like a gust of wind leaving.
"Childe, hey, Miss Hua?" Yu Mo saw Hua Muyue on the soft collapse and stopped talking, he just walked for a few days and went out to do something, how could the son kidnap everyone into the mansion?
"Childe, is she okay?" Childe, you didn't do anything to others, did you? This is what Yumo wants to ask more.
"What do you mean?" Xiao Yunyi looked at Yu Mo with sharp eyes, and he didn't need to guess to know what this kid was thinking.
Yu Mo was stunned, "I didn't ask anything. ”
Xiao Yunyi looked at Hua Muyue, who had closed his eyes tightly, and did not see Hua Muyue, who had woken up, his face was a little serious, and he asked calmly: "Yumo, do you have any news of Yuhua, do you know the current whereabouts of the ghost doctor?" ”
"Childe, the ghost doctor did appear in Yunxian about half a month ago, and Yuhua didn't pass on the news to us, but Childe wants to send someone to find out the whereabouts of the ghost doctor's predecessors?"
Yu Mo also wondered in his heart, the ghost doctor seemed to deliberately reveal his whereabouts to others, but why didn't he let Yu Hua pass on the news to the outside world?
"The ghost doctor is not in Yun County now?"
Xiao Yunyi regretted it in his heart at this time, he regretted hurting her like this, remembering that she woke up and cried like crazy last night, and took a deep bite of herself as Zhao Huaijin, with sadness and despair in her eyes.
"Someone in the dark pavilion reported that the ghost doctor seemed to be heading in the direction of Dingcheng, but these days it was like the world had evaporated, and he was nowhere to be found. Yumo is also not sure if the news is true. ”
Xiao Yunyi had a headache after hearing this, and rubbed his temples, it seems that he won't be able to find a ghost doctor for a while, but can Tuan Tuan's body wait?
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