In the library pavilion of Kangping National Middle School, Su Suyi sat on the main seat, she was dressed in Danzhu Jinque, wearing Cuixia Luo hairpin, and the jade beads on her head were jingling, and a group of officials sat in her position and discussed.

"You've been discussing it for so long, and you haven't come up with a plan yet?"

Su Suyi's tone was very impatient, and the dissatisfaction between the words came out of such a gorgeous face, which was even more timid.

"My lord, we have proposed no less than ten solutions to the Hebo flood, but now it is not only the flood problem, but the resettlement of displaced people is even more severe."

One of them spoke.

"Master."

Su Suyi was about to reprimand, and Song walked in through the side door.

"Something's wrong."

Seeing that He Song's face was uneasy, it was obviously not a trivial matter, and she stood up and motioned for Song Song to enter the inner room.

"What's going on?"

"Rumor has it that the Witch Doctor Patriarch died violently."

The anger on Su Suyi's face turned to stunned in an instant.

"Daddy? How so? ”

She hurried a few steps forward, trying to hold on to the table beside her.

"Hasn't Tatsura replied?"

"No, our channel may have been discovered."

He Song whispered.

"Send someone to Yuqin to find out about this matter, I don't believe he died so easily."

Su Suyi's heart was a little swollen and painful.

"I won't let her go......"

"Yes."

Late at night, in the courtyard of Meng Jun on the border of Qianze, Ji Mo Qinghe was about to pour a cup of tea, when suddenly his hand was out of force, and the tea cup fell to the ground and shattered.

"Childe!"

Zhaoyu, who was guarding the door, immediately pushed the door in.

Jimo Qinghe's pupils slowly turned red, and he stood strongly.

"What's wrong!"

Su Ye also ran in as soon as possible, and he pressed Jimo Qinghe's pulse.

"You can't use the silver needle anymore, the backlash is too serious."

"Zhaoyu, you go to the kitchen and kill all the chickens, ducks and rabbits prepared during the day, and release the blood."

Zhao Yu watched his son's sweat beads dripping down, extremely painful.

"Yes."

Drinking animal blood is at least better than human blood and relieves some pain.

"Don't go!"

Ji Mo Qinghe suddenly spoke, his words were cold, and he could not be questioned.

"You're going to die if you go on like this!"

I frowned all night, my life was going to be gone, and I was still putting a clear height at this time.

"Sleep, let me try."

Instant Mo Qinghe slowed down the sound.

"You know, once I'm half-pointed, one day, I'll not be satisfied with animal blood......"

The night fell silent.

"Okay."

He stood up.

"I'm just outside the door, once you can't control it, even if you knock you out, I'll force you to drink."

Ji Moqing nodded weakly.

The two reached an agreement, and motioned for Zhaoyu to go out at night, he glanced back at Jimo Qinghe, and also walked out and closed the door.

Jimo Qinghe stumbled to a corner of the room, and the dream was quietly placed there.

"Night after night, the morning light is silent, and the rivers and seas share this life."

He whispered softly, his fingers touching the strings, a slight pain spreading, and he turned his palm over to see an extremely small wound between his fingers.

"The King's ......"

His heart was both painful and affectionate, worry-free and worry-free, but he didn't expect it to become their last fetters, and how careful the person who was thousands of miles away was to test whether the other party was still alive on himself.

The pain in his chest deepened, and his reason was pounded again and again, almost tearing his consciousness to pieces.

The dream in front of me gradually faded.

"Can't sleep."

That is, Mo Qinghe touches the piano with his fingers, urges the internal force, and forcibly exercises himself to stay awake.

The night passed, and when Moqinghe opened the door, the two people waiting outside the door woke up at the same time.

"Childe!"

Zhao Yu rubbed his eyes and spoke.

"It's okay."

Although Ji Moqinghe's voice was still a little weak, his complexion was obviously much better.

"Everybody's up? Come and have breakfast......"

A beautiful female voice came from behind the three of them.

"This is Meng Jun's sister, Mrs. Meng Qing."

Ji Moqing and Jian Shuye were a little puzzled, and opened their mouths to introduce.

"Hello ma'am."

Su Ye nodded slightly.

"Just call me Sister Qing, come on."

Meng Qing motioned to them.

In the main hall of the courtyard, Meng Qing kept giving Jimo Qinghe snacks.

"I heard my brother say you're hurt? You can make up for it and heal as soon as possible to protect my sister-in-law. ”

"Ahem......"

I choked on a mouthful of porridge all night.

"You know my sister too?"