Mo Lingfeng only remembered Mo Qianlan's voice and cold hands, and he couldn't remember it really, everything was hazy, like a dream, and like an illusion.

She was in pain and joy, tied her clothes, pulled her shoes, limped her legs, and tried to stand up, but she had no strength at all.

"Water." She said in a hoarse voice.

Yin Nan hurriedly went to pour water, the water was rock sugar water, Mo Lingfeng took two sips with her hand, took a breath, and drank another sip.

The sugar water is cold, suppressing the fiery burning pain in the mouth, and the sweet rain generally enters the veins of the limbs and turns into strength.

A cup of sugar water, she divided it four or five times before drinking it, and after drinking it, she stood up with Yin Nan's hand, and immediately the sky was spinning in front of her, and she saw things vaguely.

She dragged her steps, held Yin Nan's hand, staggered to the side of Mo Qianlan's bed, sat on the embroidery pier, and looked at Mo Qianlan.

"Brother."

She leaned over to Mo Qianlan's chest, listened to the beating in Mo Qianlan's chest, took a deep breath, and sniffed Mo Qianlan's breath.

Then she stuffed her hand into Mo Qianlan's hand.

"Brother...... You've come to my dreams."

There was silence all around, Mo Qianlan didn't speak, didn't hold her hand back, and the beating sound in her chest was as weak as before.

Her anticipation dissipated little by little, and the spirit that she had fought because of joy collapsed, and her body involuntarily began to collapse, one by one, piece by piece, piece by piece, together with one heart, into ruins and fragments.

Li Yitie pushed the door in, carrying a medicine box, Mo Lingfeng heard the voice, quickly let go of his hand, stood up and made way of the place: "Uncle Li."

"The spirit is good, thanks to the good foundation," Li Yitie reached out and touched her forehead, "It's normal, take care of it for two days, and it will get better slowly."

Mo Lingfeng covered his cheeks: "Uncle, I have a toothache." Look at the book

Li Yitie said with a smile: "As soon as a person is weak, any problem will come out to blame, and it will be better to apply insect tooth medicine."

Mo Lingfeng's tongue rolled over his teeth, and he suddenly felt a little spicy aroma of worm tooth medicine in his mouth, and his heart moved, but Li Yitie then said, "I have applied it to you once, and I will let Grandma Grandma apply it to you again later."

"Oh." She pursed her lips.

Li Yitie sat down, took out a pulse pillow, and put it under Mo Qianlan's wrist.

Mo Lingfeng stood aside like a stake, and Li Yijie turned his head to look at her: "You move to Changsuiju, and you should put ice in your residence to prevent the wound from festering, Mo Jiedu made the body cold unbearable, and last night I used ice to reduce fever for you, and Mo Jiedu's pulse changed."

"Does it matter?"

"It's not a big deal."

Mo Lingfeng put his mind at ease, held Yin Nan's hand, walked out slowly, and when he walked to the screen, he couldn't help but glance back at Mo Qianlan.

When she was unconscious, the high fever that almost crushed her was eager to devour her arrow wound, leaving her with nowhere to escape, and it seemed that Mo Qianlan had been with her all the time and made her struggle.

Without warning, a tear slipped down, not for himself, but for Mo Qianlan, who was trapped in bed - he loved his brother the most, and he liked his brother the most.

She walked out of the second hall, surrounded by the grandmother and the maid and returned to the Changsui House, the Changsui House put the ice basin in advance, the room was shady, she applied the worm tooth medicine, drank the decoction, the churning emotions in her heart, a little calmed down, and the surging became hunger.

The grandmother asked the maid to go to the kitchen to get food, and took advantage of this gap to wipe Mo Leaf's body, change clothes, and pull her hair again.

As soon as he wrapped the gold collar and put it under the pillow, a little maid ran in and whispered, "Third Master Cheng is here."

"Cheng Sanye has been staying here for the past few days," Grandma told Mo Lingfeng, "Thanks to him and Grandma Yue, there is no mess of the regulations."

Mo Lingfeng's brain turned into paste: "Who is Grandma Yue?"

"It's Cheng Sanye's eldest sister."

Mo Lingfeng suddenly realized: "Ask someone to put the meal in the flower hall, and give Cheng San a copy too."

Mama Ma responded to the arrangement, asked the next person to move the ice basin over, and then took Mo Lingfeng to the flower hall to sit down, and whispered to her about the past two days.

In the flower hall,

Cheng Ting sat and drank tea, and when he saw that Mo Lingfeng was intact, he breathed a sigh of relief: "I have also come out, and your prayers are more than my father!"

Mo Lingfeng sat down slowly, pulling the wound when he raised his hand, his painful face was distorted, and when he calmed down, he saw that Cheng Ting's eyes and nose were also squeezed together, hurting her.

"I heard from Grandma that there was an assassin at home?"

Cheng Ting nodded, and when he saw someone bringing breakfast over, a crisp long sound sounded in his stomach, and he hurriedly said, "Wait a minute."

He reached out and grabbed a bowl of noodle broth, picked up chopsticks and tied them on the fried horns, stuffed them into his mouth, scribbled them twice, and took a big sip of soup from the bowl.

He couldn't remember what he was eating for the past two days.

Worried about the war, worried about Mo Lingfeng, sent by his eldest sister, and almost frightened by his uncle, at the same time, he thought about Wu Jin like crazy - Wu Jin is much smarter than him, he can solve any problem, and he will definitely not be as exhausted as him.

Mama Grandma held the japonica rice porridge and wanted to feed Mo Lingfeng, Mo Lingfeng shook his head: "Grandma, I'll eat it myself."

She took a spoon and drank the porridge, the porridge was warm, boiled soft, and after entering the mouth, she shivered and swallowed the porridge quickly.

Cheng Ting picked up the tempeh plate and poured it into the noodle bowl: "Toothache?"

Mo Lingfeng took a cool breath: "Hmm."

"Eat it cold, my teeth don't hurt so much, my dad once beat me with a toothache, and I have to let it cool when I drink tea."

"Hmm."

Cheng Tingfeng swept the clouds, ate all the five dishes in front of him, wiped his mouth clean, and watched Mo Lingfeng drink porridge clumsily and painfully with a spoon.

"Your captive's pigtail has done a great job, and the man pretended to be a subordinate of your family, and he saw the clue after just a glance in front of him."

Mo Lingfeng took a sip of porridge, and "hissed" as he drank, "Where did you catch it?"

"Ertang, he died on the spot, let Yin Bei carry it out," he turned his head to look at Yin Nan, and quietly pointed, "It's very fierce."

After speaking, he quickly withdrew his fingers, afraid that Yin Nan would fold his fingers after seeing it.

Mo Lingfeng finished drinking a bowl of porridge, put down the spoon, and his mind was slightly clear, so that he could listen carefully to every word Cheng Ting said.

"Why are you staying here?"

When Cheng Ting heard this, he felt that this was familiar, and he panicked for no reason, and beckoned to his grandmother: "Grandma, today's tempeh is delicious, help me get a can, I'll take it back."

He touched his stomach and hiccuped: "It's a long story, on the day of the war, Shi Yuan came back from Jeju to send Wu Jin's letter, and when he and I chased Yin Bei to the Shuo River, the war just happened, Shi Yuan had no choice but to tell me the letter."

"What is written?"

"Death is bitter, life is also bitter," Cheng Ting couldn't help but roll his eyes, "I still don't know what it means, Wu Jin just reads too many books, and every word is cloudy!"

Mo Leaf immediately discovered the secret from these seven - one life and one death.

The emperor became murderous and suspicious.

Those who arrived in Kuanzhou earlier than Wu Jin's letter were the people sent by the emperor who took advantage of the chaos to enter the house and hid until they were broken by Zel.

And she and Mo Qianlan survived a catastrophe without knowing anything.

She didn't have any fear, she just felt that everything was too appropriate, Cheng Ting, Zeer, Yin Nan, and Yin Bei were all like dolls, one hand quietly controlled everything behind the scenes.