If you say that the deepest love is happiness, then please don't forget me.
The night was silent, Mo Wei had planned to go to bed and rest after discussing the matter, but now he thought of Qingli, and walked towards Ran Yunxuan. When he reached the door, he found that the door was not closed. He looked down and found that it was Qingli. Lying on the ground, a few leaves were messed up in her hair, and the whole person looked like a dead body, lifeless.
Mo Mirage frowned, but don't die so fast. He squatted down, reached out and probed her breath, breathing evenly, and it was fine. He asked the guard guarding outside the door: "When will she lie down? Here?"
A secret guard bowed and replied: "Back to the master, after you left in the daytime, she fell here, no more movement."
Mo Mirage was about to rebuke the two of them, but when he remembered that he had instructed to leave her alone, he waved away. He patted Qingli's cheek with his hand, without any response, then stood up and lifted his foot to kick Qingli's abdomen lightly, still the same, Mo Wei snorted: "Are you pretending to be dead, or are you really dead? !"
But the person who responded to him was still that way. Mo Mirage bent down and hugged Qing Li, and threw a hand on the couch. She, who was supposed to be in pain, did not even wrinkle her brows. Mo Mirage was surprised. He shouted: "Come here!" The dark guard came into the house and said, "What is the master's order?"
Mo Mirage pointed to Qingli and said, "Call a doctor to see what is going on with her."
But for a moment, a 60-year-old elder trot in with the medical box on his back, wiping his sweat in, but he felt resentful that he would have to toss him for a trip at this hour. After returning home, he was afraid that his bones would be overwhelming.
Seeing someone came, Mo Mirage stepped aside, and said solemnly, "What's wrong with her?"
The doctor hurriedly bent over to see the courtesy and said: "The old man has seen the prince, and he will know it after he has passed the pulse." Mo Mirage nodded, and the worries in his eyes disappeared in a flash, even he himself hadn't noticed.
The doctor moved the small chair and sat down on the side of the couch, stretched out his hand to take a pulse, but after a while, he was puzzled and said, "That's not right."
Then he checked again and said, "Master, this girl has no symptoms, her pulse is normal, and her heart rate is stable." Mo Mirage asked, "Why is that? Is it pretend?"
The doctor stretched out his hand again and rolled Qingli's eyelids, and he hesitated after observing carefully: "Oh, it's not the case. The old man remembered that there was a record in the ancient books. There were people who suffered great grief and lost the will to live. I thought I was a dead body, so I sealed myself in the memory of the past, or in the illusory realm that I constructed, then this person’s body would not feel, he could not hear, could not see, and would There is no pain, but it's like a corpse. It can also be said that this girl, she doesn't want to wake up."
Mo Mirage sneered, looking at Qingli and said, "Funny, do you think you can escape everything in this way?"
Then he asked Doctor Xiang: "What can I do to wake her up?" The doctor shook his head and sighed, "This girl is ashamed of death. She has no consciousness of waking up anymore. Over time, I'm afraid meeting... ... "
Before he could finish speaking, Mo Mirage waved off the tea cup on the table and said angrily: "This king is asking you how to wake her up, but you are talking nonsense with this king here!" The doctor hurriedly knelt down and said, "The prince is able to calm down his anger, but there is a way to tell her something that made her feel hopeful and happy, or to find someone she cares about, so that this girl might wake up. "
Mo Xiang rubbed his own brain and said, "Go down, this king will know."
Early the next morning, Mo Mirage took Lian Ye to dye Yun Xuan together. Lian Ye saw Qing Li lying motionless. Although she had heard that she was not in serious trouble for the time being, she couldn't hide her sadness at this time.
Hurriedly ran over, held Qingli's hand tightly, and said, "Miss, young lady, the slave and maid are here, you wake up soon, OK, let's not worry about the son, even if we lose everything, Miss, you still have it. Night."
Qing Li remained unmoved, everything was the same, Lian Ye cried: "Please, don't sleep anymore. If you leave, miss, what can you do with the slave maid."
Mo Mirage sat at the table and stared closely at Qing Li's pale face, while the hand holding the teacup was slightly white due to excessive force. After a while, a servant brought food and entered the house, Mo Mirage said. :"let it go."
The subordinate put the food on the table and retired. Inside the plate was a bowl of coix seed porridge, with boiled green vegetables on the side, and a plate of crispy crispy chopsticks. Mo Mirage only remembered that in the past two days, Qing Li As if he had never eaten, he sighed slightly, picked up the bowl of porridge and walked to Qingli to sit down, calling Lian Ye and said, "Go and help her. This king feeds her."
Lian Ye did not dare to speak, wiped her tears with her sleeves, and supported Qing Li's back to support her, and then she sat behind her so that Qing Li's head rested on her shoulders, and Mo Mirage took a spoonful of porridge. Blowing the mouth and sending it to her mouth, she discovered how to eat it without opening her mouth.
So he put a spoon and squeezed Qingli's chin with his hands, and put the porridge into her mouth. When she was about to give the second bite, the porridge that Qingli had just eaten was flowing along the corners of her mouth at this moment. Lianye hurriedly took the veil. After wiping, Mo Mirage slammed the spoon to the ground and reached out to hug Qingli. He sent the entire bowl to Qingli's mouth and poured it in.
Seeing this, Lian Ye hurriedly knelt on the ground, crying: "Please let the lord, let me go." Mo Xiaon ignored until he had filled the barley porridge, threw the bowl, and put down Qingli Chong Lian Ye: "Wash her well, this king doesn't want this filthy appearance to stain the palace!"
After saying that, he got up and left. Lian Ye was so angry that he couldn't show it. She had to resist her grief and went out to fetch Qingli with water, soak the kerchief in the basin, and wring it dry with both hands.
He wiped Qingli's clothes and sighed: "I'm sorry, the servant girl shouldn't tell the lady what happened that day, the servant girl should die outside, or at least it won't become where it is now."
It was night, since Mo Mirage left in anger, and never stepped into this room again, Lian Ye took off Qing Li's outer jacket, took the quilt and covered it with Qing Li, and sat on the small chair.
Pilled his arms and looked at Qingli said, "If the lady does not want to wake up, then the slave servant will always accompany the lady, even if it's the Naihe Bridge, the slave servant will also walk with the lady."
Not long after, Lian Ye gradually fell asleep. It was raining lightly outside the house tonight, water drops dripping down the tile curtain, but the damp ground slowly dripped blood stains, and the two guards guarding outside the house fell to the ground and died at this time.
A man in a green shirt walked into the room with a sword hilt in his hand, walked before Qing left the couch, clicked Lian Ye's sleeping point, and pushed her away with one hand.
Turning to look at Qingli who was sleeping, the rain outside the house drenched the man’s body, and the rain dripped along the man’s hair. He could not see any emotions in his eyes, but he said in his mouth: "So this is Qingli. , Huh." With a chuckle, he bent over and picked her up, jumping out of the window.
In the view of floating life, the man was sitting at the stone table with Qingli in his arms. Abbot Huiyin grinds some powder on the stone table and said: "This donor will not survive tomorrow morning, but you brought her to Lao Na's view. Here, fortunately you have a pill on your body, plus Lao Na’s blood ginseng, it will last another three to five days."
The man tucked the messy hair on Qingli's forehead and pinned it behind his ears and said, "Thank you, but I took some time to find her. Fortunately, she is still alive."
Huiyin mixed the ground medicinal powder and nectar in a porcelain bowl and gave it to the man. He took the medicine in his mouth, and then entered Qingli's mouth until she drank it all, but Huiyin sighed: " You have killed too many in your life, so let’s stop early. Lao Na has calculated it for you. You are destined to be rough, and the road is still long, so go slowly..."
The man shook his head and said, "You said, my hands are already covered with blood in this life. It's not easy to put it down. I can't go back anymore. Abbot, take care, I have to take her away." Putting Qingli on her back, holding her arms, and then thanking Huiyin to leave, Huiyin sent the two of them to the door of Taoist Temple.
Looking at the backs of them leaving, he said: "Yu Chen, although you have changed your appearance and forget about the past, you still have her shadow in your heart. It is love and sin. It's better to go back."