When Li Yitie saw the burning Yinbei, he thought that Mo Qianlan was in danger, and he was also anxious, carrying gold needles and other things, and went straight to Mo's mansion, and when he walked to Mo Qianlan's bed, he saw that everything was as usual, and there was no change.

Mo Qianlan was lying on the bed, his skin was so white that he was stinging, his breath was light and long, his gray hair was increasing, he couldn't hide it, he was like a dilapidated palace, ruined walls, and reeds piercing his knees, but he could still get a glimpse of his past grandeur and majesty.

The only thing that has changed is Mo Leaf.

Mo Lingfeng sat on the embroidery pier on the edge of the bed, his palms were thin, stuffed into Mo Qianlan's hands, his eyes drooped, revealing deep traces of double eyelids, the tails of his eyes were long and raised, and his eyelashes were thickly spread out, with broken tears on them.

She looked back at Li Yitie, stood up, took her hand out of Mo Qianlan's hand, got out of the way, and said urgently, "Brother has spoken, and he has said a long sentence!"

She was nervous and at a loss, and she couldn't hide her expectation: "Brother is going to be fine!"

Li Yitie stepped forward and sat down, stretched out his hand, and concentrated on Mo Qianlan's pulse, and after a while, he took out the silver needle from the box, and began to use the needle from Mo Qianlan's mouth, and after using up the needle, he said: "Girl, the person who has left the soul, the slightest movement, occasional turnover, and talking, are all ordinary things, and it is not a good thing to have words to make the situation."

Mo Lingfeng shook his head violently: "Brother is not talking nonsense, his name is Ah Yan!"

Li Yitie sighed and said softly: "Maybe he can hear it, maybe before he falls into a coma, remember to tell you a word, only to say it at this time, anything is possible, no one knows what kind of situation people are like when they leave their souls."

He looked at Mo Lingfeng, his heart was sour, and he couldn't say the rest - it was not easy for Mo Qianlan to survive until now, if he was sober, it would be the time of death.

Mo Lingfeng is also big for him, from a small group, to now seventeen years old, able to gallop on the battlefield, but when she returns home and returns to Mo Qianlan's side, she is still a coquettish child.

Mo Qianlan is a mountain that keeps hell behind him and gives Mo Lingfeng a unique love.

Li Yitie opened his mouth and said vaguely: "It's not a good thing to speak, it proves that he is unstable, I want to change the prescription, change the two flavors, and I'll give him another injection in the afternoon."

After that, he got up and went to the compartment to open a prescription, Mo Lingfeng stood in place in a daze, and didn't move for a long time, until Li Yipaste came over and pulled out the needle, she woke up and told Yin Bei to follow to get the medicine.

She walked to the door and glanced at the white sun, she squinted her eyes in the sun, and the aunts, grandmothers, maids, and others standing in the courtyard all became shadowy, swaying in her eyes.

She rubbed her eyes, closed the door, closed the scorching sun, noisy figures, and overly vigorous flowers and trees, sat on the embroidery pier, and looked at Mo Qianlan steadily, as if she wanted to see him in his shell and find his sleeping soul.

After watching for a long time, she suddenly rubbed off her shoes, climbed into bed, lifted the quilt, got into Mo Qianlan's arms, took Mo Qianlan's hand and hugged herself, and two lines of tears flowed down her cheeks.

She said in a low, aggrieved voice, "Brother, pat Ah Yan."

She knows that she has grown up, there is a difference between men and women, and she can't pester her brother like this anymore, if Zhao Shiheng sees her, she will definitely talk about her again, but she is too lonely, too lonely.

The brother also asked her to take care of her heart.

Her joy and excitement all sank, and the expression on her face became indifferent, her reason churned, and her internal organs were all sorted out, lying cold and regular in her body, only her heart ached faintly.

Burying her head in Mo Qianlan's chest, she took a deep breath, slowly regained her soul, turned over and sat up, climbed out of bed, sat on the embroidery pier, quietly wiped away her tears, grabbed Mo Qianlan's hand again, and whispered, "Brother, I listen to you."

My brother would never harm her.

She sat for a long time, sat straight until Yinbei came back, and the aunts re-fried the medicine, and then moved a little and went out to fill her stomach.

Accompanying Mo Qianlan to spend a slightly hot day, when she returned to Changsuiju, the sky turned from green to daisy, and fell layer by layer.

The bright moon that should have been there, I don't know which cloud was obscured, and it lost its brilliance.

She ate two more jujube dumplings before going to bed, drank a pot of nectar water, her stomach was swollen and she couldn't sleep, and she went out alone to enjoy the scenery under the nagging of her grandmother.

Yin Nan followed her from afar and never walked side by side with her.

She walked towards the garden, a cool breeze on the way, blowing her silver-red gauze, she saw in the dim skylight, the whole flower that climbed the wall fell to the ground, the sound of falling flowers became huge in the dark night, it was terrifying.

When passing by the gate of Jiusixuan Courtyard, she raised her head and looked at the ancient trees that covered the sky and the sun, the canopy of the trees made a "whoosh" sound in the wind, and the occasional noise of mountain hail, but it was only a few sounds before it lay dormant.

The sound of her footsteps was as light as a feather falling to the ground, and only the voice in her heart was deafening.

Take care of your heart—your heart.

She walked away from Jiu Sixuan, walked into the garden, walked into the water pavilion, the big yellow dog was lying in it to enjoy the shade, she walked over, bent down and touched the head of the big yellow dog, and whispered, "You are also old."

The wind swept the clouds and saw the moon, the lines on the water surface flashed a piece of silver light, the fish jumped out, and fell back into the water with a "bang", and the big yellow dog shook his head with his tail, it was indeed old.

Mo Lingfeng said in a low voice, "Wu Jin is gone, and Cheng San is also gone."

The big yellow dog stood up slowly and licked Mo Lingfeng's hand.

Mo Lingfeng stood by the railing for a long time, cutting off the love between his children, and after a while, he turned his head to Yin Nan and said, "Light the lamp and call Yin Bei to come."

Yin Nan took the order and left, but after a while, people poured in from the garden, with light and fast steps, standing four high candlesticks on the four feet of the water pavilion, lighting the regular candles, covering the lampshades, and moving in the tables and chairs, laying refreshments, and placing candlesticks on the table.

Candle oil was dripping and piling up all over the candlesticks.

Yin Bei quickly walked over, bowed and said, "Girl."

The wind moves, the candle flame moves, and the light and shadow are swaying, Mo Lingfeng is dazzling and sharp.

She instructed Yin Bei: "You go to do three things, first, find out whether Tan Xuan has returned from the fortress, if he returns home, what is his expression, and what he said to the subordinate officials of the prefecture, second, take the fish scale book and yellow book of the prefect's yamen and enter it into my Mofu treasury, and third, take the tax book in the transfer treasurer and enter it into my Mofu treasury."

Yin Bei said in a low voice: "Second, third, how about copying a copy after stealing it and returning it back?"

"It's an extraneous move," Mo Lingfeng shook his head, "give you two months to do whatever it takes."

"Yes."

Waiting for Yin Bei to leave, Mo Lingfeng picked up the teacup, took a sip, and stared at him.

She wants the fish scale book, the yellow book, the tax book, she wants to know the Kuanzhou well, she wants to collect the fields, and give them to the tenant farmers, so that everything can be prepared, and only the east wind is owed.