Weisheng used a kerchief soaked in the potion and gently wiped on Mo Mirage's chest. It has been a few days since the injury, and along the way, he hugged Qingli, and the white cloth stained with blood naturally sticks to it. Sticks to the skin.
He picked up a layer of cloth with scissors and said, "Master, I must tear off this dirty cloth. If you hurt, please bear with it."
Mo Mirage gritted his teeth, and said: "Come on, this king is fine." He smiled faintly, and tore off the white cloth layer by layer. When it was all torn off, Mo Mirage was already aching face. Pale.
At this time, Qing Li changed his clothes and walked in. He saw that his entire predecessor was full of blood, and he couldn't help but stop, looking at Mo Mirage in a daze.
He also saw Qing Li, changed back to the Chinese clothes, and seemed more beautiful. He looked at her slightly surprised eyes and snorted coldly: "Standing there and doing nothing." Qing Li recovered. Come, slowly pacing past.
Lian Ye followed her, Weisheng turned around, "I beg your lady to light a brazier for the next official." Qingli was puzzled, and asked, "What do you want that thing for?"
He smiled weirdly and said, "Burn your sins." Qingli thought that he had misheard, and then looked intently, he was still the same, "The lower official wants to remove the rotten flesh from the wound for the prince. It needs to be used. The fire will burn the knife."
Qing Li replied softly and let Lian Ye and Song Lan go out with her. In the kitchen, Song Lan brought Qing Li a copper basin, and Lian Ye also went to hold some charcoal fire, and the three of them returned to the house with these things.
Weisheng got up to take it, and said, "The next official is to set the fire. Madam, please sit down." Qingli sat on a chair beside him, and Mo Mirage said lightly to her, "If you are afraid, turn your head and don't look. ."
She said indifferently: "There is nothing to be afraid of, doctor Wei, let me do it, don't worry about me." Mo Mirage began to cough again, Wei Sheng first gave him a cup of tea, and said: "The wound of the prince is already inflamed and festering. Now, let’s drink some tea to moisturize my throat. After the wound is treated, the official will decoct the prince.
Mo Mirage raised his hand to take it, and said, "Excuse me." When he finished drinking, Weisheng had already set the brazier. He opened the medicine bag he carried with him. In addition to the rows of silver needles, there were rows of medicines inside. He chose a medium-sized knife and took out all kinds of knives.
Put it on the brazier and burn it. After a while, he wiped it gently with a clean veil. He reached the front of Mo Mirage and said, "Master, bear with me. The lower officials are about to start picking."
Mo Mirage nodded, but his eyes were fixed on Qing Li. Weisheng first scraped off the dried blood on the side, and then carefully scraped it up, and went straight to the porcelain bowl on the small stool next to it. A lot of carrion has accumulated.
Qing Li frowned, Mo Mirage's hand was already held by Tie Qing, Weisheng stopped, and said, "It's all right, Lord, the lower official wants to clean the wound for you."
He Zhao Qingli beckoned and said: "Come here." Qingli walked over reluctantly, sat next to him, Weisheng took a bottle of medicinal wine, and then sprinkled it on, Qingli suddenly felt anxious. It's as if my body hurts so much.
Mo Mirage did not snorted, and Wei Sheng glanced at Qing Li again. The smiley eyes made Qing Li feel flustered for no reason.
After working for a long time, finally finished processing, Mo Mirage lay on the bed very weakly, closed his eyes, Weisheng said as he packed his things: "The next official will go to the prince's decocted medicine, and the lady will bring it after the next official. can."
Mo Mirage replied indifferently, "Yeah." He didn't speak any more. Qing Li didn't expect that he was hurt so badly along the way. Lianye couldn't help but feel uncomfortable when he saw it. It hurts."
Qingli's mouth hummed, "He asked for this, so I will take it slowly." Weisheng bowed to her and said, "After finishing the subordinate officials, please ask his wife to go with the subordinate officials."
She sighed, "Let's go." She walked to the door, and said to Songlan and Lianye: "You are here to guard him." The two hurriedly said, "The slave and maid got it."
Qingli followed Weisheng all the way to the doctor in Fuzhong. He seemed to be as if Qingli did not exist. He just grabbed the medicine for himself, put all the medicinal materials into the medicine cup, and placed it on the small stove. Simmering slowly.
"Madam, do you hope that the prince is well?" He looked at Qing Li with a smile on his face.
When she saw him, her eyes trembled and she said, "Doctor Wei, what do you mean by this?" Weisheng took the pu fan and fanned it in front of the stove, and the flames slowly rose.
He curled his lips and said: "It's not interesting. The officials just think that Madam is very lucky to live." She felt a little fear in her heart. She didn't dare to look at Weisheng's eyes and asked, "You, why do you think so?"
Weisheng sighed softly and said, "That's because your past life was too happy. In this life, you can only taste the bitterness of the world. Are you surprised, don't be afraid, I won't hurt you."
Qing Li didn't talk to him anymore, just thinking, the medicine should be simmered quickly, so there is no need to see him again.
When Qingli took the medicine into Mo Mirage's house, Mo Mirage seemed to be asleep. She asked Xiang Songlan: "He is asleep?" Songlan shook his head, "The slave servant is not very clear."
Wei Sheng said quietly: "Madam, let's wake up the prince soon, the medicine will not be effective when it is cold." Qing Li pursed his mouth and went forward to pat his shoulder with one hand.
Mo Mirage slowly opened his eyes, and Qing Li said uncomfortably: "Get up and drink the medicine." Wei Sheng hurriedly stepped forward and gently helped Mo Mirage up. He took the medicine bowl and leaned forward.
Song Lan stepped forward and said: "Madam, give the bowl to the slave servant." Qingli handed her the empty bowl, and Weisheng also bowed to Mo Mirage and said: "Then the official will leave first. If the prince has anything wrong It's comfortable, just pass it down to the official."
Mo Mirage whispered: "Go ahead." After waiting for someone to leave, Mo Mirage realized that it was dusk. He called out, "Qing Li." Qing Li was stunned, and said, "What's the matter?"
He looked out the window, the sunset glow was full of warmth, and he lightly said: "Do you like this view?" Qing Li followed his gaze and said softly: "Yeah."
He continued: "You like Li Jin's sunset, don't you?" These words sounded a little cold, and Qing Li ignored him.
At this time, Lian Ye brought dinner and came in, and said, "Miss, come and eat soon. You haven't eaten since you came back to the house." Qing Li heard her say that she did feel hungry in her stomach.
Lian Ye brought another bowl of porridge and came to Mo Mirage, and said, "Master, Doctor Wei said that your wound is still deep and you can't eat spicy and salty food. I can only wrong you to drink some porridge."
Mo Mirage stretched out his hand to take it, and slowly started to eat, while Qing Li turned his back to him and finished the meal on the table. Lianye put away the bowls and chopsticks, Mo Mirage closed the window, and said lightly: "Ci Ningju has been built. When the king is well, you can move there."
Qingli has experienced so much on this long journey that he almost forgot the Ci Ning Residence he built for himself when he got married. But this name sounds sad, Ci Ning, isn't it just to quit Anning...
She was quite emotional and asked: "Mo Mirage, is it the first few years since Jianyin?" Mo Mirage felt suspicious, but still said: "Jianyin is fourteen, why did you suddenly ask about this?" She was annoyed, it turned out. It's been a year, time flies quickly, but it is also slow.
Achen, it's been almost a year since you left me. I really want to let time go faster, so that I can see you sooner.
Mo Mirage saw her look sad, and a anger arose in his heart. He pulled her over, and Qingli fell into Mo Mirage's arms inadvertently. Mo Mirage carried her head with his hands. Qingli's posture was very Uncomfortable, but can't get up.
He didn't care about the pain of the wound at all, lowered his head and glared at her, almost gritted his teeth and said: "Did you think of Yu Chen?" Qingli wanted to break free of his restraint, but although he was injured, his strength was not small.
She yelled at him, "What are you doing, what are you so angry!" Mo Mirage squeezed her chin with one hand, Qingli was in pain, but she saw the white cloth oozing out of his wound. A little anxious, said: "You let me go! Your wound is bleeding!"
Mo Mirage didn't seem to feel the pain at all at this moment, his hand moved to Qing Li's neck, and there was fear in her eyes, which was exactly what he looked like every time he got angry.
Mo Mirage looked at her with a painful expression, and added some strength in his hands. After Qing was gone for a while, his face was already pale, but he slowly let go, and said with a smile: "It's fine if you come back."
At this moment, Qing Li only felt that the person in front of her was a devil, and she should have chosen to die in the first place, so that she wouldn't have to suffer these tortures anymore.
"Moxun, your heart is simply abnormal! I hate you, hate you!" Before she finished shouting, the tears had fallen. She thought of her parents and the happy times before, and she cried more and more miserably. .
Mo Xiang frowned and hugged her into his arms, as if he was not a person, but a treasure. He sighed, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, don't cry."
It was the first time Qing Li heard him say sorry, but at this moment all the depression and pain in her heart surged up, she burst into tears, her head was placed on her shoulder by Mo Wei with her hand, and the tears flowed down him. The skin slowly slips off.
There was a burst of warmth, which seemed to pierce my heart with a knife.
"Do you know how painful I am, do you know how much I want to leave you, Mo Mirage, with you, I will be afraid and hate, why don't you let it go, we are just in each other like this Torture, please, Mo Mirage, I beg you..."
Qingli was crying in tears at the end, but Mo Mirage closed his eyes and kept stroking her hair. The blood on his chest was dripping and soaking the Qingli indigo blue dress. He said with a bleak expression: " I won’t let go, because you have to stay with me and stay with me."
When he finished speaking, his eyes went dark and he fainted on Qingli. She found out after a long time, but did not call anyone. Perhaps at this moment, she hoped that the person in front of her would die.