Cheng Ting's awe of Mo Qianlan has reached a higher level, and in the midst of fear, there are still doubts.

Mo Qianlan was sober, but he didn't let outsiders know, and he didn't even reveal Mo Lingfeng, what was he going to do?

Although he had not participated in all the strategies of the Mo Mansion, from Wu Jin's secret letters, he could perceive that there was a delicate balance between the Mo Mansion and the imperial court.

When a living person enters the Mo Mansion, he is breaking this balance, and Mo Qianlan's sobriety will completely push this balance to imbalance.

While he was pondering, Yin Bei, who had just carried the corpse, came over and arched his hand: "Third master, someone has sent a worship post again, and I have to ask you to go back to the post."

Cheng Ting took a step back, and his thoughts suddenly dispersed, turning into ungraspable wandering flotsam, floating in his mind.

"I'll go now," he turned to ask Yin Bei, "have you reported to the official?"

Yin Bei shook his head: "No."

Cheng Ting was surprised: "What about the corpse?" Look at the book

"Mass graves are buried."

"Buried ......"

The wandering flotsam in Cheng Ting's mind also disappeared, thinking that what he was thinking just now was purely superfluous.

He is a good guy and does not follow the same path as these outlaw fanatics.

The news that the living person pretended to be a subordinate and broke into the Mo Mansion, intending to mistreat the Mo family brothers and sisters, and happened to be discovered by Zeer, gradually spread, calming the panicked subordinates, and the Mo Mansion returned to tranquility again.

The night was getting darker and darker, Cheng Ting replied back to his soft hands, and Zishi was finally able to rest, and ran to Jiusixuan to sleep, in the second hall, the aunt was replaced by the other two vigils, and the grandmother couldn't support it, so she fell asleep first.

With the help of Yin Nan, Mo Qianlan sat on the edge of the couch in the compartment and watched Mo Lingfeng intently.

Half an hour ago, Mo Lingfeng's high fever gradually subsided, and the red tide floating on his face gradually subsided, looking sober, but just now, the high fever swept in again, the skin burned red, and the insect teeth also came out, and his cheeks were swollen.

The wound on his back became more and more hideous, and blood was seeping out.

She stopped whispering and became quiet.

Yin Nan stood at the door, opened the door after hearing Li Yitie's voice, and let Li Yitie in.

Li Yitie held Bingjian in one hand and a wooden plate in the other, on which were wound medicine, spirits, and muslin.

Walking to the cubicle, he put down the ice jian, knocked out a piece of ice, wrapped it in a muslin cloth, and put it on the back of Mo Leaf's neck: "Fortunately, there is still ice, just survive tonight."

He knocked another piece, wrapped it in a muslin cloth, and pressed it to the side of Mo Leaf's cheek.

Mo Lingfeng moved, the ice was about to fall, Mo Qianlan reached out to catch it, the two hands went their own way, and they didn't let each other, and the ice fell to the ground with a "bang".

Li Yitie picked up the ice cube, changed the muslin, and pressed it on Mo Lingfeng's cheek again: "If you want to live for two more days, don't touch it."

Mo Qianlan was afraid of the cold, and he didn't need ice for three dogs, but he still reached out and gently pressed the ice: "It's not bad for one or two days."

Li Yitie said coldly: "I won't change the recipe for you, just prepare a coffin for you."

"You don't have to break the bank," Mo Qianlan smiled, "I've already prepared it."

Li Yitie was speechless, soaked a handkerchief with spirits, and wiped Mo Lingfeng's fleshy wound little by little, Mo Lingfeng no longer knew the pain, lying motionless, his nose fluttering, and his breathing was short.

After scrubbing, Li Yitie re-medicated her, and bandaged her wound with a white muslin cloth: "The ice cube can't be used for too long, take it off after a quarter of an hour, put it on again after a quarter of an hour, and drink the medicine again after half an hour."

Mo Qianlan nodded, listened to Li Yi post it, and after a quarter of an hour, his frozen numb hand was put down, and he struggled to take down the ice cube on the back of Mo Lingfeng's neck.

The simplest action, but he did it hard, his hands were cold and blue, and the cold seemed to penetrate into his heart along his fingers, making his heart wrapped in a cold air that could not be opened.

He was very calm about this, and his emotions were not complicated, he just wanted to guard Mo Lingfeng.

He looked at Mo Lingfeng, and then looked down at the incense carved at his feet, and a quarter of an hour later, he heard Mo Lingfeng's breathing sound rapid again, and when he touched his forehead, it was so hot that he clumsy and clumsy

Blocks are put on.

Mo Lingfeng felt better, and he felt better in his heart.

At this point, he would love to have a few drinks to warm his body, make his hands and feet more flexible, and loosen the tight strings - but that would leave a mark.

He looked down at the carved incense—in less than a cup of tea, he had already looked down five times, and he was afraid of missing the time.

His hands were aching from the cold and frequent movements, and he was indifferent.

Waiting for half an hour, Li Yitie sent the medicine in, and it was inconvenient for him to feed Mo Lingfeng, so he handed the medicine to Yin Nan and guarded the door instead of Yin Nan.

Yin Nan carried the medicine into the cubicle - with Mo Qianlan in charge, Rao was that she couldn't do fine work, and she had to be a big girl.

Carefully turned Mo Leaf sideways, helped her sit up, wrapped one hand around her shoulder and neck, and sent the bowl to Mo Leaf's mouth with the other hand, feeding it little by little.

The medicinal juice flowed in, Mo Lingfeng couldn't swallow it, and counted it from the corner of his mouth, Mo Qianlan hurriedly stretched out his hands and held Mo Lingfeng's chin.

After feeding the medicine, Li Yiti came in to help him wipe his hands and patted him on the back: "Rest, you brother, you are about to become a filial son."

Mo Qianlan touched Mo Lingfeng's forehead and said in a low voice, "I can't bear it."

He was silent for a moment, and smiled helplessly: "I have been a member of the Mo family in this life, and I have already made evil in my previous life, and I only have such a sister......

He couldn't speak clearly, but in fact, what he meant in his heart was more than that.

He made evil in his last life, but he did not expect to create countless evils in this life, I am afraid that he can only be a pig and a dog in his next life, and all three lives are bitter, only Mo Lingfeng is the treasure of the Buddha world, and the blessings of the ten directions make him happy with everything.

So if he can take a look more, he will take a look more, and he will be with him all night if he can.

Li Yitie packed up his things and retreated, and when he arrived halfway through, Mo Lingfeng's high fever completely subsided, and his face gradually remained as usual, as if he was sober.

Mo Qianlan was back to being a living dead, and he had a lot of worries in his heart, and he had to endure it.

After the hour, Mo Lingfeng woke up.

She slept for a day and a night, the high fever subsided, and her spirit was much better, but she was still dazed, opened her eyes and looked around, and couldn't remember how she got home for a while.

She recognized that this was the compartment of the second hall, Yin Nan was sitting on the edge of the couch, and there was a large and surprisingly large porcelain basin on the small table, and there was a pot of fried horns in it.

Mo Lingfeng moved, and immediately a sharp pain struck, not only the back wound pain, but also the limbs were like rotten wood, the bones were crisp and empty, and the slightest movement made it sore.

She opened her mouth to say "ouch", but as soon as she opened her mouth, there was another pain in her mouth, and her head hurt with it.

"Woo......

Yin Nan stuffed the slot in her hand into her mouth, chewed it in three or two bites, wiped her oily hands while swallowing it into her stomach, threw away the handkerchief, she leaned over and said, "Girl, do you want to drink water?"

Mo Lingfeng endured the pain, sat up sideways, lowered his legs, and looked at the gauze shirt on the shelf: "Get dressed."

Putting her hands into her sleeves, she thought back to when she was unconscious: her brother had come.