There are two possibilities.

She looked at Mo Chengying and pointed to her face.

Mo Chengying lowered his eyes and pondered, "You mean that the inspection on the night of the mountain was Helian Jue pretended to be the secret guard?" ”

Shen Yangui nodded, and his index finger stretched out: This is the first one.

Then she touched her face again.

Mo Chengying understood, "They know how to disguise, and it is not difficult to make a skin without facial features at all." ”

Shen Yangui nodded and blinked in agreement.

"Fake skin?"

I can't figure it out, the injury is an accident, and in such an emergency situation, it is impossible to make a piece of skin that covers the entire half of the body, and if it is only a small piece of the body, it is easy to find a flaw.

He said: "The fake skin is not their own after all, the whole body is stripped naked, and there are always traces of it, they put a lot of candles, bronze mirrors, and bright candles in the compartment, so they are not afraid that I can see clearly?" ”

Shen Yangui touched Mo Chengying's body, and Mo Chengying asked, "Have you touched his wound?" ”

Poshan shook his head, "Damn it, my subordinates didn't check it." ”

Mo Chengying and Shen Yangui glanced at each other: the case is closed.

It's the second type.

Helian Jue's skin is fair, and the light is too bright and concentrated in one place, which makes people ignore the unevenness of the connection and look more and more smooth.

Mo Chengying reminded: "Helian Jue and Xuti Puyi were tortured in different positions, their bodies were injured, and the time was urgent, so the new skin may not fit the real skin. ”

"My subordinates will go and check."

broke the mountain and left, and Mo Chengying retreated from the crowd.

He hugged Shen Yangui and turned around, so that she had her back against the table, and put his hands at her sides.

Shen Yan straightened his collar and asked with his eyes:

Is this missing me?

Mo Chengying looked at her intently, "Tell me honestly, why did A-Niang lose her temper so much?" ”

Shen Yangui smiled knowingly, and her hand slapped his chest:

I knew you were going to be cranky.

"Looking at the entire Great Xia, the one who can come out of A-Niang's right and the ...... is less"

She mouthed and gestured, speaking slowly, and Mo Chengying couldn't wait.

"Don't find a reason to prevaricate me, say that A-Niang is challenged because of her medical skills, Qingqing, don't take me for a fool, I want to know the truth."

The truth is, without an antidote, she won't live more than three months.

He actually guessed it most, right?

Otherwise, they would not suddenly order Qi Guangming and Li Zhou to go on the expedition.

Shen Yangui turned to look at the sand table, pointed to the marked Nanchu Palace, and asked:

"How long will it take?"

"About three months."

Mo Chengying seemed to see the truth, and his mood became apprehensive, he was a little scared, but he said firmly: "Actually, in less than three months, the eight-hundred-mile expedited document has been sent to Meng Shuhuai, he will lead people to attack first, and Qi Guangming will go quickly, and the fastest will be two months......"

When he said the time, he stared at Shen Yangui's eyes.

Two months seems to be ...... It's been long.

"You're poisoned, aren't you?" Mo Chengying's eyes were misty, and his voice trembled slightly, "There is no antidote to ......"

As if he was worried that as soon as the word "death" came out, Qingqing would really not, he was entangled for a long time, and only asked: "Right?" ”

Shen Yangui looked at his reddened eyes, tears did not pass the midline of his pupils, and he still insisted on refusing to fall.

She raised her hand, and he bowed his head.

Bean-sized tears fall vertically without passing through the cheeks.

It turns out that a man's tears can be so pitiful and distressing.

If he could speak, Shen Yangui could comfort him with a few words, after all, the matter was a foregone conclusion, and it was useless to cry, but she couldn't say anything now.

Mo Chengying's forehead was against Shen Yangui's forehead, holding her face with both hands, and muttering to herself:

"Why you? Why not me? ……”

"It's all my fault, it's all my fault......"

It was obviously him who was crying, but tears slid down Shen Yangui's cheeks.

"I wonder, how much longer?"

has already spread it out, and Shen Yangui really has no need to hide it.

Poisoning in April, at the latest after June.

She wrote two words in Mo Chengying's hand: July.

July?

If there is no heaven and earth, Mo Chengying looked at his palm fixedly, neither believing nor confirming with her.

He tried to think of a solution, but lightning and thunder thundered in his head, and in an instant, a flash flood swept the sky and swallowed everything.

There was an inexplicable pain in his chest.

This feeling is very familiar to him, it is the black clouds pressing down on the city, it is surrounded by mist, and it is the helplessness and despair of Qingqing who died in his arms in his previous life.

"There must be a way, Qingqing, you believe me."

Mo Chengying held Shen Yangui's hands, his face was full of seriousness, not so much to comfort Shen Yangui, but to comfort himself.

"Green calyx, go and ask A-Niang to come over."

He pulled Shen Yan to the tea table and carefully helped her sit down.

Maybe even he didn't know that in these few steps, he said no less than three times, "With me, it will be fine" and "There will definitely be a way".

The three of them discussed from dawn until dark.

Mo Chengying has a momentum of not ending the discussion without results, but he is afraid that Qingqing will see his panic, so he will add some uneasiness to it, so he will send Jiang Peirong back to the account to rest.

At night, his brain began to think wildly, and even he didn't know what he was thinking, but the eyelids couldn't be closed anyway, he didn't dare to turn over, and he held her motionlessly.

He thought that if he was motionless and pretending to be asleep, Shen Yangui would not be able to see anything, but the powerful heartbeat shook her all night.

Dongfang was white, Jiang Peirong, together with the envoy of the Tai Hospital and the head of the royal hospital, went to Hu Yanyu's tent, wanting to test the poison and find the antidote before the corpse of Xuti Puyi decomposed.

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God doesn't seem to be able to comprehend everyone's mood, and it's getting hotter and hotter.

After noon, the corpse began to stink, and one day, it rotted, and the corpse lost its value.

No one wants to give up, and no one can do it.

Jiang Peirong thought that the qi of nature was the most nourishing, so Mo Chengying decided to stay in the hunting ground temporarily.

The criminals were escorted into Beijing one after another, the princes and courtiers left, and the Wen Yuan envoy and the Chinese medicine doctor returned to Beijing for the first time to check the medical books and classics, and thought of other ways.

The camp was deserted and empty.

Shen Yangui didn't want to be stuffy in the tent every day, she said she wanted to ride a horse.

Flame spear, green horse, and a set of soft silver armor are Shen Yan's fantasies about being a female general when he was young.

Mo Chengying left the camp in the middle of the night and went to find her a green horse, with shiny coat, well-proportioned body, tight muscles, and a pair of bright eyes with purple light.

The horse was very clever, and after three days he was able to recognize the master, and when they whistled, he heard it and ran to it.

On that day, the wind was harmonious, and the two of them chased the full moon lake.

The wind was shaking the leaves, the horses were eating its grass, and they lay side by side on the grass, not speaking.

Mo Chengying thought that it would be good if he lived like this for the rest of his life, and if he was reborn on the day he was reborn, how good would it be if he immediately took her to the ends of the earth.

Unfortunately, there is no "yes".

Shen Yangui pillowed his head on his arm and looked at him sideways, he had not eaten well in the past few days, slept restlessly, and was visibly emaciated, but in the face of her, he always looked happy.

She touched his face and said silently, "In a few days, I will be able to speak, am I happy?"

That means the first month is almost over.

Mo Chengying's throat choked, he nodded, closed his eyes, and didn't dare to look at her.

Shen Yangui looked at the tears rolling down the corners of his eyes, and his mood sank, so he turned his face away.

"A-Niang said that the medicine will start to hurt the body in the second month."

Mo Chengying secretly exhaled, as if he had made some major decision, "I...... Think about it. ”

She didn't look at him, "Hmm." "You say.

"Don't fight Nanchu anymore."

Shen Yangui vaguely felt that something was wrong, she turned her head to look at him, her brows furrowed.

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