Mu Mingshu regretted that he didn't pour tea down, otherwise he would definitely be able to spit out his face, he had seen a shameless one, but he had never seen such a shameless one.

She grinned and sneered: "I am definitely responsible, in the future, I will keep you eating and drinking, someone will feed you, and someone will push you when you go out." ”

Zhao Yiheng immediately shut up when he heard this, and pouted very unconvinced, looking like a grumpy little child.

Mu Mingshu didn't speak, thinking in his heart that if this person was really a husband, then how blind she would be, looking like a husband, she was almost like a son.

She lifted the curtain of the car and said to Mo Zhu, who was driving: "Let's find an inn to live in first." ”

At this time, she was not worried that she would be found by those Xiliang people in disguise, but sympathized with those Xiliang people who were going to lose their lives this time, although she didn't know what Zhao Yiheng's identity was, but just a coachman's skills could be extraordinary, and Mu Mingshu knew that Zhao Yiheng was definitely not an ordinary person even if he was stupid.

Mo Zhu deserved a sound, and set up the carriage to turn smoothly towards Yucheng.

Mu Mingshu returned to the car and was about to ask Zhao Yiheng if he wanted to drink some water, but saw that he had fallen asleep on his stomach, because of excessive blood loss, his face was abnormally pale, and there were fine beads of sweat on his forehead.

Mu Mingshu couldn't help but hook her lips and smile, looking at Zhao Yiheng's sleeping appearance was much more pleasing to the eye than before, she used her sleeve to wipe the sweat from her forehead for him, and deliberately nodded his forehead: "It's not a good thing at first glance on weekdays, but I don't want to be reliable at a critical time." ”

Zhao Yiheng was sleeping in a daze and heard Mu Mingshu's voice, and he grinned himself, he still remembered that Mu Mingshu was hungry, and muttered in a low voice: "You eat something, don't be hungry"

Mu Mingshu's hand on his forehead was stunned, and after half a sound, he carefully stroked his face with the back of his hand, deserving a "hmm", an indescribable warmth in her heart, she didn't know if she couldn't resist someone like Zhao Yiheng, or she couldn't resist Zhao Yiheng alone.

Mo Zhu drove the carriage to Yucheng, found the inn and asked for an upper room, and then carried the sleepy Zhao Yiheng upstairs first, Mu Mingshu followed closely behind with the baggage, and when his eyes swept to Zhao Yiheng's embarrassed back, he couldn't help but smile secretly.

"Madam, you take care of the master first, and the little one will go find a doctor." Mo Zhu put the person away, and without waiting for her to answer, he bowed his hand to Mu Mingshu, and left in a hurry.

Mu Mingshu put the burden on the table in the room casually, then walked to the couch, reached out to probe Zhao Yiheng's forehead, and asked softly, "Do you want to drink some water?" ”

Zhao Yiheng lifted his eyelids and closed them again, and said softly: "There is a lady Lao." ”

"Well, knowing that the lady is tired, she will get better sooner." Mu Mingshu smiled, turned around and poured a glass of warm water, thought about it and used the silver hairpin in his hair to probe it, and then helped Zhao Yiheng to feed him slowly.

Zhao Yiheng injured his buttocks, and he couldn't lie down when he slept, so he could only lie on his stomach or sideways, and he pulled the wound with a slight movement, and he was sweating profusely.

Mo Zhu didn't come to look for the doctor yet, and Mu Mingshu didn't dare to leave him alone in the house, so he called the shopkeeper to fetch a basin of water and carefully wiped his face and hands. She wasn't embarrassed at all when she did these things, and although her movements were rusty, they were also very natural.

Wen Ziran hurried from outside, and before she entered the door, she saw Mu Mingshu sitting in front of Zhao Yiheng's couch, wiping his hands seriously and carefully, with a tenderness and distress that she didn't even notice, Wen Ziran had a delusion for a while, as if Mu Mingshu was still the same Mu Mingshu in the past, never left, and never forgotten.

Mo Zhu caught up from behind, and when he saw Wen Ziran standing at the door, he was still stunned, so he was in a hurry, and before he could speak, he asked him to make a gesture to interrupt.

The two went downstairs one after the other, and Wen Ziran unhurriedly took out a porcelain bottle from the medical box and handed it to Mo Zhu: "Master's knife wound is not a big deal, you take this medicine up to Madame, and ask her to clean it for Ye and then apply medicine." He took out a pen and paper and wrote a prescription and handed it to Mo Zhu: "This is a prescription, you take it and grab the medicine, grab fifteen pairs, fry three bowls of water into one bowl of water, three times a day, eat it for five days, and you will almost be cured." ”

Mo Zhu's eyes widened when he heard this, he had only heard of Wen Ziran's good medical skills in the past, but he didn't want him to know what medicine to use without even looking at the injury, so he gave a thumbs up and boasted: "What a miracle doctor." ”

Wen Ziran smiled and didn't reply, only patted Mo Zhu's shoulder, and said meaningfully: "Don't make do with it if it's okay, the master probably won't want you to make do with it." ”

Mo Zhu glanced at Wen Ziran knowingly, and also smiled: "I know, I don't have that guts." ”

Mu Mingshu pinched the porcelain vase given by Mozhu, his face was full of anger: "What quack doctor has not seen the injury and knows that he can be cured with just some medicine?" ”

"How do you do things, if Zhao Yiheng has something, you just die ten thousand times is not enough"

As soon as he thought of what Mo Zhu did, Mu Mingshu was angry, and even called the doctor to not leave for a while, only saying that this medicine is easy to use, use it first, in case this person is a liar, then Zhao Yiheng still wants this ass?

Mo Zhu couldn't stop laughing and apologized: "It's all small mistakes, it's all small carelessness." He added: "The little one is also in a hurry, that's why he is so confused." ”

"Madam, look at the small medical hall is quite large, it is crowded, what the doctor said must be reliable, you might as well try it for the master first, if there is a little wrong, you will go and arrest the doctor."

Saying that, without waiting for Mu Mingshu to reply, he hurriedly said: "The little one is going to boil water, and I have to bother Mrs. to take care of my master." ”

Mu Mingshu was so angry that she was going to die, but she couldn't do anything now, so she had to try first.

Zhao Yiheng woke up from a sleep, the whole person was refreshed, looking at Mu Ming's comfortable appearance, he couldn't help but be happy in his heart, and felt more and more that this knife was worth it.

Mu Mingshu walked to the front of the couch and saw Zhao Yiheng grinning, he became more and more angry, and scolded as soon as he rolled his eyes: "There is no heart and no lungs." ”

Zhao Yiheng grabbed Mu Mingshu's hand, put it to his lips and kissed it, and smiled brighter and brighter: "I know that the lady is distressed for her husband, and she is happy even if her husband is dead." ”

"Then you're dead" Mu Mingshu wanted to withdraw his hand uncomfortably, but Zhao Yiheng grabbed it more and more.

He smiled: "I can't bear it for my husband." When he thought of Mu Mingshu when he was desperate, he still remembered the feeling of grief and despair, full of despair and helplessness, and he only felt that there was no point in living alone.

He raised his eyes to look at Mu Mingshu's clear eyes, and said to her cautiously: "That taste is not pleasant, I am reluctant for you to experience it again for my husband, and when we are so old that we have to die, my husband will hold you together." ”

Mu Mingshu's heart ached, looking at Zhao Yiheng's affectionate eyes and couldn't speak for a long time, she seemed to be able to see the desperate sadness and loveless feelings in his eyes.

Thinking that Zhao Yiheng was so affectionate to his wife, for some reason Mu Mingshu inexplicably gushed out a sourness, and for the first time he felt that it would be good if he was really his wife.

These days, Mu Mingshu can feel that Zhao Yiheng really treats himself as his wife, careful and considerate of everything, she only needs to turn her head to see his gentle smile all the time. But no matter how natural Zhao Yiheng did all this, Mu Mingshu was always suspicious in his heart, how could a person who was put in a coffin suddenly come back to life again, she was amnesia, yes, but she was not stupid, she always felt that she must look like his wife.

As for the rosewood comb that was in love, Mu Mingshu became more and more unconvinced, it was just a comb, Zhao Yiheng had never spoken in tune, and it was not impossible to use the comb to make up the kind of passages that only exist in the book.

"I'm going to fetch water." Mu Mingshu was uncomfortable, forcibly pulled his hand back from Zhao Yiheng, and his tone of voice was sour, so he turned around and left when he stood up.

Zhao Yiheng didn't call her, just looked at her back and smiled, but he felt more and more that hugging the beauty was just around the corner.

Mu Mingshu went out of the door and called the shopkeeper to fetch some water, and when the shopkeeper went and returned, she hadn't adjusted her mentality, and when she took the basin from the shopkeeper and stepped into the door, she suddenly thought that Mozhu was not there, how could she scrub Zhao Yiheng's body?

With a sigh in his heart, he turned around and was about to withdraw, but he heard Zhao Yiheng say: "It's still a lady's intimacy, and I know that my husband is covered with blood and sweat." ”

"I" Mu Mingshu stood there with a basin of water, neither in nor out, and only after holding back half a sound did he stubbornly say: "I'll go look for ink bamboo"

She is a woman after all, although Zhao Yiheng always calls her a lady, but she may not really regard herself as his lady.

Mu Mingshu lowered her eyebrows, she didn't dare to look at Zhao Yiheng for some reason, turned around and stepped out with a basin of water, her steps were a little vain, there was always a sense of emptiness, and she was still thinking about whether to buy something for a while and then coax Zhao Yiheng.

But he didn't want to go far before he heard the muffled sound in the room and then there was no sound, Mu Mingshu suddenly stood on his feet, stood in place for a while, his heart fluttered and beat very fast, and he hesitated a few times or couldn't help but turn back.

Only then did he cross the door and saw Zhao Yiheng fall to the ground, the whole person was lying there motionless, as if he was out of breath, so frightened that Mu Mingshu's soul was gone, and he lost the basin and stepped forward in three or two steps, trying to help Zhao Yiheng up.

Zhao Yiheng, who was lying on the ground, slowly turned his head and looked at Mu Mingshu coldly, and stretched out his hand to wave: "You go away, I don't want your sympathy"