In the Golden Kui Hall, Mo Tianchen lay quietly on the soft couch, his face was pale without a trace of blood, his whole body seemed to be scattered, and he couldn't even move. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Although unable to move, his hearing is unusually sharp and his mind is very clear.

For example, he heard Li Heng roaring loudly outside the door for the doctor to cure himself;

For example, he heard his mother, who rushed to hear the news, holding his hand and sobbing loudly, crying and scolding himself for why he was so reckless, and his father comforted her in a hoarse voice for a long time before reluctantly taking her out;

For another example, he heard the servants whispering, saying that because of the ineffective protector, Mo Ying was beaten half to death by the lord and his wife, but because he refused to take medicine because of guilt, he kept kneeling at the door and couldn't get up......

Ink Shadow!

Mo Tianchen was shocked, and wanted to struggle to get up, but he couldn't use his strength no matter what, as if his body was no longer his own.

"Young master, what's wrong with you? Why are you sweating so much? Doctor, come quickly!"

A noisy footstep sounded, followed by the old doctor's old voice: "Presumably the wound is too painful, let's use some hemp to boil." ”

I want to get up! What kind of quack is this?

Mo Tianchen cursed secretly, but he couldn't stop this "quack" from self-righteously pouring some hemp into himself.

The feeling of dizziness came as scheduled, and Mo Tianchen fell into a deep sleep helplessly.

He Yurou came to Mo Tianchen's side, looked at his pale and gray face, and a rare trace of guilt rose.

"Mo Tianchen, I really didn't want to kill you, I just wanted to arrest you and teach you a lesson, I really didn't want to kill anyone...... You, wake up quickly. ”

"What did you say?!Those two people were sent by you?" Li Heng didn't know when he arrived at the door, and looked at He Yurou in shock, forgetting even the title of the county lord.

Originally, he thought that He Yurou was also a victim and was grateful for being saved by Mo Tianchen, so he would come to visit Mo Tianchen, but he didn't expect that she was the culprit.

He Yurou turned her head in surprise: "Why are you here?"

"I can't be here, should you, the murderer, be here?

He Yurou didn't say anything for a long time, Li Heng lost his patience and shouted: "He Yurou, let me tell you, dumping dust is my good brother, if you don't say it, I will spread this matter to the Manchu Dynasty civil and military, see how your father protects you!"

"Don't, I said, I said no, don't tell anyone......"

He Yurou told Li Heng what happened, and the more Li Heng listened, the tighter his eyebrows wrinkled, and in the end, his whole face turned black into the bottom of the pot.

"Just because of this, they all say that the prime minister can hold the boat in his belly, why are you the daughter of the prime minister, so small-bellied? It is a loss for Brother Mo to sacrifice his life to save you, otherwise it would be you lying here!"

He Yurou was ashamed of what she said, lowered her head and said nothing, tears rolling in her eyes.

"Think about it!"

Li Heng left this sentence and walked away angrily, and he didn't know what he would say if he stayed any longer.

He Yurou, who had never been scolded like this, shed tears aggrievedly, but after seeing Mo Tianchen's half-dead appearance, she felt that she really deserved it.

"Mo Dumping, don't die, you must live well......"

......

In the corridor outside the door, the ink shadow knelt upright, looking like a statue from a distance.

Although he had changed his clothes and looked unremarkable except for his poor complexion, God knows how much perseverance he had used to hold on until now.

Under the delicate brocade robe, there were actually hideous and terrible whip marks, and there was almost no good meat left.

This is how things are done in the Mo family, and they are very rich materially, provided that they don't make mistakes. If something goes wrong, the Mo family's family law will definitely make them remember it for life.

"Young Master, it's all because Moying is not good, if Moying insists on staying, Young Master won't be like this. ”

"Shadow Guard, you can't be blamed for this, you...... Why do you have to do that?" sighed the coachman, Lao Li, beside him.

Lao Li was also punished by the family law for dereliction of duty, but his injuries were much less minor than Mo Ying, and walking on crutches was not a problem.

Madame has always been strict with the two brothers, Mo Yun and Mo Ying, which is a well-known thing in Mo Mansion.

"Lao Li, you go, don't accompany me. Ink Shadow whispered.

Mo Ying knew that Lao Li was different from him, it didn't matter if he was young, Lao Li was not young, and he was injured again, so he should go to rest.

Lao Li sighed, turned around and left.

I don't know how long it took, He Yurou walked out of the room.

I don't know how long it took, but the servants who had gone in before also yawned and left, and the other servants went in to serve.

During this period, several maids and servants who had a good relationship with Moying beckoned Moying to dinner, and Moying simply coped with a few sounds, but had no intention of leaving.

The sun set and rose, and Mo Ying only remembered that the early morning sun had shone on him three times through the eaves outside the corridor, but the young master had never woken up.

On the fourth day, Ink Shadow's spirit was already in a trance.

Just as he was about to pass out, he suddenly heard a piercing scream from inside the room.

"Ahh

Mo Ying was startled and wanted to get up, but his legs were already numb and couldn't move.

The situation was urgent, and Mo Ying couldn't care so much, so he hurriedly crawled to the door of the room with his hands and feet and looked inside.

Under this look, his heart was really frightened and stopped.

I saw that the young master, who was fine yesterday, showed a strange translucent shape all over his body at this time, and the color became extremely light, as if he was ...... A portrait that has faded due to age or poor preservation.

"Shadow Guard, young master, he, he ......" A relatively young maid was so frightened that her face turned pale, and she trembled and pointed at Mo Dumping, not knowing what words to use to describe it.

"Shut up, do you want to call the whole infirmary?"

Mo Ying stood up against the door frame, his cold eyes swept away, and several maids and servants suddenly didn't dare to make any more sounds, only shivering at the ink dust on the bed.

"Put on the cloak for the young master, and let's go back to the house first. Mo Ying commanded lightly.

"But, isn't the young master going to stay here to heal his wounds, his injuries are so serious, move so casually, in case something happens......" one of the servants objected in a whisper.

"I'll be responsible for something happening, do as I say!"

The servants were frightened, and hurriedly wrapped the ink in dust with their cloaks, and then carried them out together with the soft couch.