"I'm sick and long-lived, I want to rest when I'm tired, you come back, my brother is happy, I didn't pay attention to rest for a while, and I fell asleep just now."

Mo Qianlan sat up hard, wanting to hold Mo Lingfeng's ass and hold her to her chest to comfort her, but she couldn't hold it.

"I'm scared of you, it's my brother who is not good, don't be afraid, nothing happens."

Mo Lingfeng felt that his palms were cold, and his face was also blue, and there was no blood on his face, so he rubbed his two heels against each other, rubbed off his shoes, and crawled onto the bed.

She knelt beside Mo Qianlan, leaned over to his chest, tilted her head sideways, and put her ears on it.

Mo Qianlan's clothes were also cold, and they were obviously smoked potpourri chips, but when it came to Mo Qianlan, the sound was cold, as if Hanmei was alone.

In this cold, Mo Lingfeng heard the "hissing" sound in his chest, heavy, stagnant, obscure, as if there was a viscous liquid rubbing and squeezing in his chest, up and down with difficulty, and the sound was like a broken bellows, which had been destroyed and could not be pulled all the time.

Under this loud noise, the beating of Mo Qianlan's heart became very weak, like a nestling on the verge of death.

And Mo Qianlan was so thin that all the flesh on his chest was gone, and the traces of bones protruding from his chest were lined up one by one, and further down, there was a huge depression.

Mo Lingfeng suddenly thought: Will my brother die?

will die.

Everyone will die, when she was in Sanchuan Village, she saw many scenes of death, blood and corpses could not move her, but Mo Qianlan was just sick and weak, which was enough to make her breathless.

My brother can't die.

In her world, Mo Qianlan is different from everyone else, people outside come in and leave, and Mo Qianlan, from the moment she has a memory, he is there and will be there in the future, just like this ancient mansion, he will always wait for her to come back.

If there is no Mo Qianlan, then she is not Mo Lingfeng.

"Brother."

She screamed with a crying voice, desperately drilled into Mo Qianlan's arms, completely forgetting Zhao Shiheng's teachings, holding his shoulders with both hands, her head against his chin, her hair was scattered, and the tide spread on his face coaxingly, squeezing into his breath steaming.

"Brother."

Mo Qianlan gasped for breath, struggled to move, so that he could reach out and rub Mo Lingfeng's back, and laughed: "Ah Yan, don't be afraid, don't be afraid, big girl, why is your guts getting smaller and smaller, I'm not suffering from epilepsy, I'm just tired, I can't be tired, there is Li Yi, don't be afraid." ”

Mo Lingfeng buried his head and remained silent.

Yin Beitong's voice came from outside the door, and Mo Qianlan patted her head: "Go play, go find Cheng San, go find Wu Jin, I took medicine and have a good night's sleep." ”

Mo Lingfeng climbed down from the bed, pulled on his shoes, opened the door with red and swollen eyes, Zhao Shiheng bent down and touched her head: "It's okay, it's either epilepsy, or tired." ”

Li Yiti hadn't seen her for a long time, and suddenly saw that she had grown so tall, and immediately reached out and pressed her knee: "Does this leg hurt a lot at night?" ”

Mo Lingfeng nodded: "Uncle Li, go and see your brother." ”

Li Yitian waved his big hand: "I can't die, I always have to be dangerous several times a month, I said that I was going to die, I was alive and well, and the coffin was prepared last time, and I only lay in it and measured the length." ”

He crossed the threshold and walked in, and when he saw that Mo Qianlan's face was blue and his lips were pale, he hummed two cold breaths from his nose: "It's good, the mission of the festival is big, you can live for several years if you don't follow the doctor's instructions, if you don't take medicine, you may be cured of your illness." ”

Mo Qianlan endured his yin and yang weirdness, and smiled bitterly: "Ah Yu grows too fast, I'm afraid it's because of bone pain, is there any medicine that can alleviate it?" ”

Li Yitie stretched out his hand to probe the pulse: "Shut up." ”

The room suddenly quieted down, and the sound of flowers falling outside could be heard, Li Yi was concentrating and breaking the pulse, and he felt that the pulse was in the skin, the head was fixed and the tail was shaking, floating and floating, it seemed to be nothing, like the flight of a fish, it was the three yin and cold poles, and the death of the sun.

His heart was cold, but his face did not change, and he only withdrew his hand: "Are you thirsty?" ”

Mo Qianlan nodded.

Li Yi's intimate head relaxed slightly, knowing that he still had a little heart fire in him, and he had blocked the evil fire, and there was still a chance to save him.

He didn't say that he had just found out the desperate pulse, and said calmly: "You work too hard, your foundation is too empty, and the evil fire can't come out, first take the bamboo leaf gypsum soup, go to the evil fire, and then warm up." ”

He got up and went to the table to prescribe a prescription, Mo Lingfeng hurriedly stepped forward, rolled up his sleeves to help him grind the ink, when Li Yitian reached out to take the pen, he found that his palm was sticky and greasy, and a layer of cold sweat appeared, so he wiped it with a handkerchief and lifted the pen to prescribe.

After opening the prescription, he stretched out his hand to probe Mo Lingfeng's pulse, and saw that her pulse was like Gao Zhang, and the outline was like a spring bamboo shoot in a broken shell, so he was happy and said, "It's good, I will also prescribe a prescription for you, so as not to give you a bone headache." ”

After prescribing the prescription, he slowly dried the ink, handed it to Yin Bei to grab the medicine, and explained to Mo Lingfeng and Zhao Shiheng: "You must lie quietly, recuperate your yang qi, don't make noise, visit back and forth, disturb his vitality, and ask agarwood in the house, don't use cliff incense for agarwood, use incense, let him sleep." ”

Mo Lingfeng and Zhao Shiheng nodded frequently.

Li Yijiao got up to pack up the medicine box, carried it on his shoulder, and suddenly told Zhao Shiheng: "Don't go out to wander, stay in the house, you must not have epilepsy, remember." ”

Zhao Shiheng nodded and sent Li Yitian out of the door, Li Yitian's face was still as usual, but there were a lot of words today, and he explained to Zhao Shiheng again: "Don't let him have epilepsy." ”

Mo Lingfeng saw the two leave, walked back to the bed, and saw that Mo Qianlan had closed his eyes and fell asleep, so he tore off the quilt, covered him all the way to his shoulders, and lightly opened the lid of the smoker, took out the potpourri pieces inside with the fire chopstick, sandwiched them all the way outside, put them in the courtyard, and then asked the next person to find the agarwood from Fanbang to change.

The rich fragrance of flowers wafts in the wind, attracting butterflies and bees to flutter their wings and dance around the incense pieces.

She squatted aside with a fire chopstick, watching the butterfly fall on her hand, and suddenly her eyes blinked, and a huge tear blinked, smashed to the ground, and shattered into eight petals.

Li Yiti must have been flustered, otherwise she would not have wet her palms, and she would not have explained again and again, Li Yiti was panicked, she was so frightened that her head, internal organs, and limbs were all filled with fear, and she was constantly expanding, swelling to the extreme, and she would soon be drowned.

There is only one glimmer of hope, and that is Li Yiti.

She hurriedly took out Xun and wanted to blow all her fear out, but when Xun came to her mouth, she immediately remembered Li Yiti's advice, so she quickly put Xun back.

Yin Bei came back and said in a low voice, "Do you want to drink tea?" ”

Mo Lingfeng stood up, moved his numb legs, and handed the fire chopstick to Yin Bei: "I'm going to play with Cheng San, and my brother will send someone to call me when he wakes up." ”

(End of chapter)