"My lord, what about the people inside?" Outside of the raging fire, the soldiers of the Zhou Mansion asked the people in Chinese clothes who fled in embarrassment.

"My Bai Wan is no longer alive." Zhou Rong finally glanced at the wooden house that was destroyed in the raging fire, and said in a ruthless and indifferent tone, "As for her, let her and Shang Lu be buried in the fire together, and forget my heart disease." ”

In the sea of fire, thick smoke billowed out, fortunately, Shang Lu knocked down the candlestick on the table in time at the last moment when Jingmo bit his tongue and committed suicide, at this time, he was already bleeding from his head and dying, and he used all his strength to pull the corners of his mouth, and made a vague mouth shape to Jingmo: "Go quickly."

Jingmo grabbed Shang Lu's arm and wanted to support him to escape from the fire, but the wooden house was full of debris and dry straw leaves, and the fire was burning everywhere.

"Shang Lu!"

Jingmo's shoulders were crooked, and the whole person fell to the ground one by one, and the legs of Shang Lu she was supporting were crushed to the ground by the beams that fell down, no matter how much Jingmo helped him to pull him, he couldn't move a bit, and at this time, the fire was getting bigger and bigger, Jingmo couldn't breathe, and she didn't have the strength to stand up again, in her eyes, there was only Shang Lu's guilty eyes full of muddy tears under the raging firelight.

"Senior brother, you are confused..."Jingmo was so smoky that she coughed repeatedly, she forcibly endured the churning and choking in her lungs, and said to the dying Shang Lu, "Have you ever wondered, why did Master temporarily hand over the affairs of the valley to me at that time?" ”

Jing Mo coughed twice, and then said intermittently: "At that time, Xinglin Valley occupied half of the medical world, and the pressure from the imperial court became more and more obvious... There are 800 disciples in the door, and the master is the only one who will bring you into the palace and be familiar with the imperial doctor... Don't you understand Master's painstaking efforts..."

Shang Lu was stunned as if he was drinking, all the physical pain was numb, he finally shed the clearest two lines of tears in ten years, but in a blink of an eye, he was licked clean by the tongue of fire that rushed up around him, and then, Shang Lu's whole person was lost in the sea of fire, and this wooden man finally didn't have to hover on the edge of life and death.

Jingmo fell to the side, the raging fire around her was licking towards her little by little, and her mind quickly recalled many past times, falling like beads with broken threads. I remember that in her early years, she guarded the countless herbs and splendid mountain flowers all over the mountains and fields of Xinglin Valley, frolicked with her fellow disciples and brothers in the valley, traveled out of the valley to cure diseases and save people, and thought that she could live a happy life like this......

Jingmo's consciousness was already blurred, she fell to the ground, and in a daze, she saw the picture of the apricot blossom beauty that Zhou Rong had drawn for her with the double nesting method, and the first scene had completely faded after encountering the flames, revealing the second layer of painting hidden behind the sea of flowers.

The painting is a festive and prosperous scene, a couple of newcomers are worshipping the church to get married, the lady in the painting is shy and beautiful, it is the dancing girl dressed as Jingmo, and when Jingmo went to look at Lang Jun's appearance again, but in a trance saw a familiar figure through the lively and noisy fire rushing towards her, she felt that the heavy body suddenly flew up, and then, she seemed to fall into the soft and soft clouds all of a sudden, soaring through a sea of fire.

Slowly, she felt the cloud begin to become warm, even sweating, and a pair of eyes as clear as stars stared at her.

It turned out that it was his embrace, it was like a cloud.

"Here you are... Come marry me......" When Jingmo was groggy, the scene of marriage in the church still came to mind, and after she finished saying this sentence to Hua Thirteen, her head was weak, uncontrollably resting on Hua Thirteen's arm.

"Jingmo, don't sleep, don't sleep." Painting Thirteen walked towards the city without stopping, and from time to time glanced at Jingmo, who was in a mess in his arms, weak and weak, "Jingmo, you can talk to me, okay?" What did you just ask me? ”

Jing Mo barely held his eyelids and replied in a daze, "I asked you... Do you want me to be your wife......"

Hua Thirteen's heart moved, and he still ran desperately towards the city under his feet, for fear that Jingmo would fall asleep, and answered: "You are my wife, what good do I have?" ”

"Hmm...... Advantage? Jing Mo's voice became weaker and weaker, "The good thing is... The pain of the rest of your life is all wrapped up in Kyoto Yakushi... Until I watched you turn into a... A bad old man......"

Hua Thirteen shook Jingmo in his arms, and said eagerly and nervously, "Okay." I'll marry you, I'll marry you and be my wife, even if you become an old woman, you'll be the wife of a bad old man like me. Don't sleep, hold on, we're almost in town." ”

"Draw... Painting thirteen ......" Jingmo's face was already very pale, and there was no blood on his lips, "This time... Stop lying to me...... I ......"

"I don't lie to you." After painting thirteen into the city, he first asked Changling to find a doctor, and then took Jingmo all the way back to Qinyuan, and kept talking to her on the way to refresh her, "Let's go to see the sunset and stars and moon in the desert, and I'll open a medicine research room for you in the grass hall, okay?" When you treat people, I will quietly paint on the sidelines, and if I paint you ugly again, you will still paint cat on my face, okay? ”

Jing Mo tugged at the corners of his mouth weakly, and smiled weakly: "No, I have a way to cure you." ”

Painting Thirteen thought for a moment and smiled softly: "Yes, yes, you have." But next time, don't pierce your own hand again, wouldn't it be nice if you stabbed me and scared me with my blood? ”

Jingmo smiled shallowly, she slowly closed her eyes tiredly, and breathed a sigh of relief in the shouts of the thirteenth painting, retaining the last trace of energy. Painting Thirteen finally came to Qinyuan and found that Man Man was already anxiously waiting in the house, and then, Chang Ling also rushed over with the doctor outside.

"Doctor, how is she?" Painting Thirteen asked anxiously and restlessly.

"Strange, weird!" The old doctor shook his head and muttered while rubbing his gray beard.

"She just escaped from the fire, what's so strange? How can I save her? Hua Thirteen looked at the old doctor's unhurried appearance, and almost didn't grab the other party's collar and ask for understanding.

"You said she just escaped from the fire?" The old doctor looked at Jingmo carefully, with a look of disbelief, "But she is obviously cold, and her body temperature is lower than that of ordinary people, it looks like she was dug out of an ice cellar!" ”

When Hua Thirteen heard this, his heart was cold, he suddenly fell to the side of the bed, grabbed Jingmo's hands tightly, stroked her forehead, and found that it was indeed as cold as ice, and he was in a hurry, and a smell of blood suddenly returned to his chest. He always thought that his heart had already been dead and silent, but at this moment, he realized that what it means to mourn is greater than heart death, he couldn't help but redden, and called unyieldingly: "Jingmo!" Jingmo ......"

Man Man was also like five thunderbolts on the side, almost fainting, only to hear the slow old doctor slowly speak in confusion: "What are you doing here?" Before you die, you're going to be scared out of your soul! ”

After hearing this, Hua Thirteen immediately recovered most of his spirits, he tried to probe Jingmo's snort, and found that it was indeed smooth and even, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

Man Man cried with joy: "Why hasn't Momo woken up yet?" Also, doctor, you said that she was already cold, what the hell is going on? She shouldn't be paralyzed like Shang Lu......"

Hua Thirteen glanced at Man Man, firmly clenched Jingmo's cold hand, and muttered, "No." Even if she is paralyzed, as long as I live one day, I will take care of her one day. ”

In fact, after saying this, not only was Man Man stunned when he heard it, but he didn't even expect to draw thirteen himself, he also had the sincerity and courage to promise others.

The old doctor flicked his sleeves at Hua Thirteen and Man Man, and said with a bit of scolding: "Bah, where are you cursing patients like this? Her pulse is stable and healthy, and she is fine! I won't go to see King Yama, and I'm not paralyzed! ”

Painting Thirteen was happy at first, and then said worriedly: "But why hasn't she woken up yet?" Moreover, her body temperature is indeed extremely low. ”

"She was just in a coma from the smoke, and after a few hours, feed her some water and wake up." The old doctor frowned, looked at Jingmo deeply, smacked his lips, shook his head in disbelief and said, "Her physique is really a cold physique that has not been encountered in medical books for thousands of years." The most powerful thing is that the body is cold and bloody, and the function is unfathomable...... By the way, who is she? ”

As soon as Man Man heard the cold blood, he remembered that Jing Mo had mentioned to her that her blood was indeed a bit special, and she could occasionally use it for medicine, but the rest of Jing Mo didn't say it, and Man Man didn't take it to heart. Hearing what the doctor said, Man Man was also very surprised, no wonder, Jingmo herself is a pharmacist, she usually treats others, where can others spy on half of her body?

"She's a good pharmacist." Painting Thirteen didn't mention Xinglin Valley, his gaze fell on her sleeping face, and replied lightly.

"It turned out to be a pharmacist too! It's also a heavenly creation! The old doctor's anxious expression suddenly brightened.

"What do you mean?" Drawing Thirteen asked, puzzled.

"But everything that is special must have two sides to the extreme." The old doctor rubbed his gray beard and replied as if he were reciting a book, "I remember that the medical books record that the cold and bloody things that occur once in a thousand years are both good and evil, and if they are used in medicine, the effect of the medicine will be greatly increased, and they may be able to cure many incurable diseases, but if they are used to make poison, I am afraid that the toxicity is strange, and there is no medicine to cure it......"

Hua Thirteen was staring at Jingmo with full attention and nervousness, and only half-believed the old doctor's words, he found that in the slender jade hand held in his palm, there was still a little red mole on one of his little fingers that was exactly the same color as the birthmark on the left side of his face, he took a deep breath and muttered to Jingmo: "As long as you wake up safely, everything will be fine." ”

After Manman confirmed with the old doctor that Jingmo was okay, he sent him away. When Manman turned around, he could not care about looking at the appearance of painting thirteen, his white shirt had fallen to the ground, his skirt was covered with mud, and the large burn wound on his back had not healed, and he had been dripping in the fire just now, and pus and blood were oozing out at the moment, and the old wounds on his hands were not yet good, except for the fact that he was still sober and open, he was no better than Jingmo.

"Thirteenth son, you go and rest first, it's the same for Momo to be with me here." Man Man said softly with concern.

"It's fine." Hua Thirteen refused to let go of Jingmo's hand, and his gaze was reluctant to take his eyes off her face, as if as long as he was not careful, she would be able to disappear, "You go and rest, I will wait here for her to wake up." ”