Mo Junyang turned sideways, slowly raised his other hand, touched Shi Qingxue's cheek, and said in a gentler voice: "Don't worry, I won't die. I... can't bear to die."
Shi Qingxue suddenly raised her crying face and met Mo Junyang's eyes with a gentle smile.
Then she felt the other person's warm hand slowly touching the top of her head again, rubbing it gently as usual, "Don't be afraid, I'm fine..."
But the words 'I'm fine' are not convincing at all.
After Mo Junyang finished speaking, as if he had exhausted all his energy, he gently closed his eyes and dropped his arms on the quilt.
At that moment, Shi Qingxue felt heart-rending, teeth-grinding, and eyes-clenching. Her heart almost jumped out of her throat, blocking her uncontrollable voice.
She opened her mouth wide, but finally managed to yell without losing her composure.
After staring at Mo Junyang blankly for a while, she seemed to finally react and immediately reached out her index finger to touch Mo Junyang's nose.
Okay, okay, still breathing!
Shi Qingxue's breathing suddenly relaxed, her whole body relaxed, and she stared blankly at Mo Junyang's sleeping face, feeling mixed emotions in her heart.
She sat like this for most of the morning, until the sun went up. When she saw Mo Junyang woke up from his sleep again, she immediately asked nervously: "How are you feeling?"
Mo Junyang smiled gently and said softly: "I'm much better."
fart!
Perhaps Shi Qingxue's mental activity was too obvious, but Mo Junyang smiled again, looking relaxed.
He blinked a pair of smiling eyes and said to Shi Qingxue: "I'm really feeling much better, but I haven't been out for many days and I'm a little bored. It would be nice if I could go out and bask in the sun."
Question: Can a person infected with the plague go out to bask in the sun and blow wind
Shi Qingxue was not sure, but she nodded and replied: "Okay, I'll help you... go sit in the yard with you."
Mo Junyang has been strong for two lifetimes, but she has never been so vulnerable and helpless. She is afraid of irritating a man's self-esteem, so she even becomes cautious when speaking.
But he didn't dare to show it too obviously, and even his movements to help Mo Junyang became timid.
Mo Junyang couldn't see her entanglement. In fact, he didn't care at all about showing weakness in front of Shi Qingxue, especially when he could get Shi Qingxue's full attention. He wished he could show any more vulnerability.
Yes, Prince Mo is so unruly in front of Shi Liu Niang!
So Mo Junyang deliberately coughed twice, then slowly stretched out his hand to Shi Qingxue and said weakly: "I don't have the strength, I'm afraid I need you to help me."
Shi Qingxue's face lit up with joy. She was afraid that Mo Junyang wouldn't be happy, so how could she refuse
As if she was afraid that Mo Junyang would regret it, she quickly took Mo Junyang's hand and helped him out of the door.
In the pavilion outside, Dongshuang had already presciently placed soft drinks and refreshments.
Shi Qingxue helped Mo Junyang sit down on the couch and wanted to pour tea for Mo Junyang, but the latter held her hand.
Gently, no force at all.
Shi Qingxue immediately stopped moving, sat down on the footrest, looked up at Mo Junyang, and asked nervously and eagerly: "What's wrong?"
"It's okay, please stop being busy and sit with me for a while!"
"Okay!" Shi Qingxue obediently agreed without moving. She leaned on the soft edge and raised her head to talk to Mo Junyang.
Mo Junyang didn't talk much as before. He preferred to listen to Shi Qingxue's clear and melodious voice rather than talking.
Shi Qingxue didn't know if she was aware of this, but she never stopped speaking for a moment. She kept talking until her little mouth was tired, and then she slowly slowed down her speaking speed.
She looked up and saw that Mo Junyang was leaning on the soft couch again and closed his eyes.
Shi Qingxue found a blanket to cover Mo Junyang. Since she had nothing to do—more precisely, she couldn't calm down no matter what she did—she simply continued to sit on the footrest and kept looking up at Mo Junyang. posture.
It was rare for her heart to calm down, as if she could just look at Mo Junyang like this until the end of time.
The male idol is so handsome that she can just eat it - it doesn't matter if she doesn't eat it.
Shi Qingxue just thought and looked at it like this, until a wave of tiredness came over her. She didn't resist the temptation this time, so she leaned on Mo Junyang's lap and fell asleep.
What she didn't know was that just after she fell into a deep sleep, Mo Junyang, who was supposed to be sleeping, slowly opened his eyes.
The man's eyes were clear, and he didn't look like he had just woken up from sleep.
Mo Junyang did not move, his eyes moved down and fell on Shi Qingxue's peaceful sleeping face.
The face that was originally weak due to illness now showed no signs of weakness at all, only coldness and indifference. If his cheeks were not still sickly pale, it would be almost impossible to tell that he was ill.
Mo Junyang looked at Shi Qingxue like this for a while. His dark eyes were as deep as a pool, as if they could swallow everything in. There was a complexity inside that no one could understand.
After a long time, he finally moved.
Gently and slowly, he raised his hand, and then gently placed it on Shi Qingxue's fair and slender neck that was exposed because he turned his head.
Shi Qingxue shrank uneasily, but soon her whole body relaxed due to Mo Junyang's gentle caressing. Her eyebrows relaxed completely, and even in her sleep, she slightly raised the corners of her mouth, as if she had dreamed of something good. .
He had no idea that he was being treated lightly.
Mo Junyang just rubbed back and forth on Shi Qingxue's neck, but his eyes were hanging in the air, as if he was focusing on a certain point, or simply letting go. No one knew what he was thinking.
"Jun Yang." Shi Qingxue softly let out a vague cry.
It was so sudden that Mo Junyang immediately retracted his hand as if he was frightened, and the expression on his face showed something close to horror.
But it soon turned into another emotion similar to regret. He clenched his fists unconsciously, but still seemed to not want to see Qingxue's hand that he had touched just now, retracting under the blanket.
The expression on the man's face also became more cold and indifferent because of this incident, and even contained a trace of anger that could be easily detected.
But I don’t know who it’s for
Wei Ziye happened to come to see the two of them for something. When he saw the two masters behaving intimately, he consciously avoided suspicion. However, he didn't want to happen to witness Mo Junyang's series of abnormal actions, and he was stunned.
His master, what's going on
However, Wei Ziye failed to figure out why Mo Junyang suddenly became afraid of touching Shi Qingxue. Mo Junyang discovered his presence, and his already cold eyes became even colder.
Wei Ziye was very afraid of being silenced soon. After swallowing his saliva, he walked into the pavilion cautiously and said in a low voice: "Master, the things you asked your subordinates to investigate have already been investigated. "
"explain!"
Not when facing Shi Qingxue, his master would never bother to say any more nonsense.
Wei Ziye did not dare to object, and explained bitterly: "According to the surviving people in Shang Village, Ye Tongpan was a very good official. He lost his parents when he was young. He grew up eating the food of hundreds of families, and later got a private school teacher. After studying for a few years, I passed the imperial examination and was appointed as the general magistrate of Jiangzhou."
"So, you are just a poor seedling?" Mo Junyang calmly summarized Wei Ziye's central idea just now.
Wei Ziye nodded and continued: "It is really hard to believe that a person who understands the sufferings of the people will turn his back on the life and death of the people after working so hard to become the official of the people. And people in Shangcun mentioned Ye Tongpan When I came here, everyone praised him, but he also had a lot of negative comments about the Jiangzhou magistrate."
In the gap between this paragraph, Wei Ziye had already imagined a big drama: After Ye Zhirong became the general magistrate of Jiangzhou, in order to repay the people who raised him, he worked conscientiously as an official and did not hesitate to contradict his superior Yan Xu for the benefit of the people. However, the official The first level of crushing people to death. Yan Xu not only suppressed him in the officialdom, making him depressed, but also killed people when something happened. He also pretended that he was afraid of crime and absconded. He put all the blame on Ye Zhirong, leaving him unable to even die. peaceful.
How miserable!
The more Wei Ziye thought about it, the more he became filled with righteous indignation. New and old grudges were added together. He wished he could chop Yan Xu into pieces right now with a knife.
Mo Junyang smiled coldly and asked lightly: "Is there no other possibility?"
"What else? That Yan Xu is not a good person at first glance. In fact, he is indeed not a good person. If he hadn't been responsible for it, how could you, master, have contracted the plague? So far, the medicine has been in vain..."
Wei Ziye was talking very enthusiastically at first, but when he came to the words 'medicine and stone are in vain', he suddenly remembered that Shi Qingxue Qian had warned Mo Junyang not to let Mo Junyang know that they had no medicine to cure the plague. I'm afraid that it will make Mo Junyang feel bad and make his condition worse...
But now he speaks quickly and says everything...
Wei Ziye looked sad and begged Mo Junyang bitterly: "Master, can you pretend that you didn't hear what you said just now?"
Mo Junyang showed a clear expression and looked at Wei Ziye with a half-smile, "What will happen if I hear this?"
Wei Ziye said with a look of despair, "Then Liu Niang will kill my subordinates!"
Although Wei Ziye was 100% sure that his master was definitely not so fragile that he would be hit hard just because he knew that he had no medicine, but ever since Mo Junyang fell ill, Shi Qingxue had become a little bit wary, fearing that Mo Junyang would do anything. Wrong.
Wei Ziye could understand Shi Qingxue's mood, so naturally he did not dare to disobey Shi Qingxue's instructions.
After hearing this, Mo Junyang's cold expression finally relaxed a little.
He lowered his head, his eyes lingering on Shi Qingxue's eyebrows and corners of his mouth.
After a long time, he waved his hand and said without raising his head: "Okay, you go down first!"
"Then..." Wei Ziye hesitated and refused to leave.
Mo Junyang: "Just pretend you have never been here today, so there is no need to tell her."
"My subordinates know." Wei Ziye finally breathed a sigh of relief, raised his hands to Mo Junyang, and left.
Mo Junyang still kept his head lowered, and after a long time he let out an almost helpless sigh: "Qingxue, do you know how much I want you..."
The last few words were bitten into pieces in the wind, and maybe even Feng'er couldn't hear them clearly.