Chapter Twenty-Seven: He was struck by the poison that had been smeared on the knife

Mo Chen looked at the lie that the anxious sister beside him had just made up and it was difficult to say: "....... It's to go and fight off a few assassins. ”

"Who sent it, are you hurt?" Hearing his words, Bai Mo was visibly relieved, but immediately became nervous when he heard that he had met the Assassin.

"It's okay, it's just that I was scratched on the hand, but the target of these assassins doesn't seem to be me, so they didn't hurt me and I ran away after a few moves, and I ran away after hurting me."

Hearing his words, Bai Mo breathed a deep sigh of relief, stood up from his arms, and hurriedly grabbed his hand, looked at the blue cloth wrapped in his hand that had long been soaked in blood and could not see the original color, and said tightly in his heart: "It's okay, come in with me." ”

Bai Mo untied the cloth that was originally wrapped around the wound, looked at the deep knife wound on Mo Chen's hand, which was still bleeding, his heart trembled, a trace of coldness crossed his eyes, he took out the golden medicine that was contained in it from his sleeve and sprinkled it on the wound, and took out a silk scarf from his arms, wrapped the wound, and patted Mo Chen's shoulder with a sigh of relief: "Thanks to you still saying it's okay, scared me to death, you know no, if you can't beat it in the future, you can run, life is stronger than anything else...... I probably know who sent these assassins! Don't worry, sister, I will avenge you. ”

Mo Chen looked at his sister's worried eyes, pursed his thin lips, and did not speak. And the old man Bai just looked at him, frowning with pale brows, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Miss Bai, you don't have to worry, I will send someone to send the best medicine for the injury in a while, and my brother's injury will not be a big problem." Huangpu Yuelou looked at Bai Mo snuggling up to other men, never noticing herself, and was a little dissatisfied in her heart, but she smiled secretly, Bai Mochen is her younger brother, she has nothing to do with her, and she is not only why does she feel like this......

Bai Mo listened to Huangpu Yuelou's words and nodded slightly, and said with the salute of an official lady: "Thank you for the kindness of the Eighth Prince, Mo'er understands it." ”

"Well, Miss Bai doesn't need to be so polite, this king will send someone to get the wound medicine." After saying that, he ordered his men to go and get the medicine.

After a moment of silence, Bai Mo saluted Huangfu Yuelou again and said, "Eighth Prince, Mo'er wants to send Mochen back to rest, so she retires here." ”

Huangfu Yuelou listened to her words and nodded: "Well, according to Mochen's current condition, he should rest more." Bai Mo nodded at him, turned his head to look at Old Man Bai, and after seeing him bow, he helped Mo Chen to walk towards the courtyard. Not long after going out, the white foaming fox's tail was revealed: "It's too hard to talk like this, and I don't know how I survived before." ”

"Hehe, sister, I thought you had smoked some wind just now." Mo Chen's lips became more and more pale, and his tone was extremely pale and weak, Bai Mo's eyebrows furrowed, he pulled his wrist over, pressed his fingers on his pulse, and was shocked: "When did you get poisoned?" ”

"Poisoned? Am I poisoned? I don't know how ............" Before the words were finished, Mo Chen hung on Bai Mo's body and fainted.

"Chen'er, Xiao Chenchen, Bai Mochen...... Wake up, what's wrong with you! Seeing that he hadn't replied, Bai Mo's heart became more and more shocked, and his voice became louder. It just so happened that Old Man Bai and Huangfu Yuelou came over, and looked at Mo Chen, who had fainted on the ground, and hurriedly came.

"Eighth Prince, please carry Chen'er to the house, okay?" Huangfu Yuelou frowned slightly when she heard her words, but still carried Mochen to the side hall and put him on the beauty couch.

"What's wrong with Xiao Chen'er?" Old man Bai asked with a frown

"It's poisoned, it's the original smearing on the knife." Bai Mo said slowly in a low voice, and his tone seemed to be flat..................