Mo Jingxing knew what he was going to do when he saw him take out the needle, and those words were even more eloquent.

Looking at He Yunchu's face, the regent, who had always been decisive in killing, rarely didn't know how to make a decision.

Without this needle, He Yunchu might have lived for two more days, although it was no different from dying.

But if it is pierced, the situation is much more complicated.

Anything could be there.

Even if Mo Jingxing no longer understands medical skills, he knows that the head is the fatal point of a person.

Even if it is not fatal, so many people who knock their heads and knock stupid, it is normal to ensure that He Yunchu is really saved.

- But no matter what, it's good to be alive.

Just be alive.

Mo Jingxing didn't know how he came up with this idea, but when it came out, he still felt that it was not bad.

- It's good if you don't remember the past when you're alive.

Chen Linyuan didn't know what he was thinking, but he knew a lot about Mo Jingxing and knew how hard his apprentice's mouth was.

There are other preparations to be made for the needle, and before that, you have to prescribe some medicine to the little guy, otherwise you will be busy, and you won't be able to finish it in three or four hours.

He picked up Ping'an and didn't look at Mo Jingxing: "Come on Ping'an, grandpa will take you to see the injury." ”

Ping An didn't worry about He Yunchu, and stared closely, as if her mother was going to be gone in the next moment.

Chen Rinyuan couldn't say anything comforting at this time, it was just right outside, and he went out with someone in his arms.

The house was a little deserted in an instant, and the spring day was not too cold, so I brought a charcoal basin over, and normal people have to feel hot when they stand here.

The charcoal basin was burning vigorously, and it was a sunny day for several days, and the charcoal was also very dry, burning and burning, and crackling.

Mo Jingxing was originally staring at He Yunchu's face, but at this time, he was suddenly awakened, and the little debris that was spitting up was heading towards He Yunchu, and he subconsciously raised his hand to stop it.

At this time, he touched He Yunchu's hand.

It's cold, without a hint of temperature, like ice taken out of a summer ice pool.

The small piece of carbon burned on the back of the hand, and the palm and the back of the hand formed two great contrasts.

On one side is the bitter cold, and on the other side is the fierce heat.

Mo Jingxing made a miracle and clenched He Yunchu's hand.

Because of his childhood experience, he hated being close to people, even his own mother's relatives rarely touched it.

The shadows never dissipated for about a short time, and all the touches were disgusting to him.

Later in adulthood, men always have a desire to be relieved. hope, but with those concubines is just the joy of fish and water, and even after love, people will be carried away, and they can't share the same bed.

The only exception in this life is Le Xuan, not that Mo Jingxing likes Le Xuan much.

It's just that Le Yu was very annoying when he was young, if he didn't hold it, he couldn't do it, crying and grabbing the ground, and only recognized him.

Later, he gradually got used to it, and as he grew up, he spent more and more time hanging on himself, and Mo Jingxing didn't even feel bored.

It's really amazing to think about it now, he was so disgusted with the child who was born by the concubine, but he never thought of killing the child born to He Yunchu.

The hand in the palm of his hand will not warm up, but the temperature of squeezing him is average, and it becomes a little cold.

For a moment, Mo Jingxing suddenly realized why he was always angry in the face of the child named Ping'an and wanted her to die.

Because of jealousy.

From the first time he heard that He Yunchu left her alive and did not take revenge on Ping An for the loss of his son, but took her with him to raise her, he already felt unbalanced.

For him, he didn't want any bloodline born from the royal family of Northern Jiangsu, including his own.

Because I feel that this blood is dirty, too dirty, and I deserve to be cut off.

When he was born as an orthodox prince, the old king of northern Jiangsu could scold him for being a son, who gave birth to a son, and he was strong. Violent mother's birth.

No one knows what kind of person the old king of northern Jiangsu is under his skin, above 10,000 people, but he is like a pervert watching their mother and son in dire straits.

In the end, her mother killed herself, she couldn't stand this kind of life, she couldn't give Mo Jingxing shelter, and she felt ashamed of her mother.

She died Mo Jingxing couldn't live, he was only four or five years old at the time, watching his mother's corpse gradually cold, the most thought that popped up in his mind was: Why did you give birth to me?

Why didn't you feed me when you were born?

Why did you leave me to die yourself?

Therefore, for Mo Jingxing, the word mother represents cowardice and deception.

How could there be such a person as He Yunchu?

Obviously Ping'an was used to replace her own children, and she also raised people by her side, hasn't she heard the word "raising tigers"?

Do you really regard people as hearts and livers, and name them He Yi?

Gift?

Why did she think it was a gift?

Mo Jingxing didn't think very happily, this woman is stupid.

Stupid.

If He Yunchu hadn't pounced on Ping An at the moment when he was thrown out of the window, that was Mo Jingxing's expectation.

But now that he saw that He Yunchu was actually protecting this child with his life, her affection was not fake at all.

It made Mo Jingxing feel very unfair.

Why?

Why?

...... What is He Yunchu for the people lying here?

How did Ping An get the love she gave up her life for?

Woman... Mother, it's so hard to love your own children, why should you love others?

"Stupid or not." Mo Jingxing sighed softly: "Extremely stupid." ”

He really thinks He Yunchu is stupid, but when he faces peace, he can't go down to the killer anymore.

He Yunchu only picked up a life when she protected it, and she took it as her life, but the blood of the northern Jiangsu royal family on her body was still dirty, no matter who she grew up with, this could not be changed.

"Don't really die." Mo Jingxing didn't want to let go, but the soft touch of his palm made him feel a little relieved.

"Don't die if something happens to your daughter, otherwise without your protection, I may kill her in an instant, you know that I am a perverse person."

I don't know if He Yunchu heard it, the eyelashes that she spilled down when she closed her eyes were beautiful, like two small fans.

'Knock knock knock' –

Mo Jingxing looked up, only to find Chen Rinyuan standing by the door with a look of seeing through the red dust.

I don't know how long I've been standing.

Mo Jingxing thought that it was just a matter of a moment, but when he looked at the charcoal pot again, most of it had already been burned.

He didn't know what was going on when he sat down.

"Reluctantly, right?" Chen Linyuan walked over, and he was really a little curious: "Just say, is this her mother?" I don't look like it. ”

If a man wants to gossip, then he will not lose to a woman, Chen Rinyuan took care of his medicine on the side, took out the spare tools for the meeting, and chattered.

"Ping An said that she has been wandering with her mother, and someone wants to kill her, are you going to kill her? So what is the identity of this girl? ”

Mo Jingxing leaned lazily on the edge of the bed, holding He Yunchu's hand before he let go, rubbing his thumb slightly.

Chen Rinyuan thought that he wouldn't reply, he had been a human spirit since he was a child, and he couldn't beat a fart with eight sticks.

Who knew that Mo Jingxing actually opened his mouth, and he was startled.

"If you are cured, you will be your apprentice and daughter-in-law."

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