Princess Mengze, dressed in a pale golden robe and holding a bun with a falling cloud, walked in from the shadows of flowers outside the door. The maid Yueniang followed behind her, holding a golden sandalwood brocade box in her hand.
She entered the room, glanced at everyone's faces one by one, glanced at Gu Mang lying in the tent, and finally landed on the pale Mo Xi.
"You're going to risk your own life again, aren't you?"
"… "
Mengze's eyes flashed: "The last time your heart was broken... it was also because of this senior brother who wanted to save you. He almost took your life at that time. It was I who saved you, and I asked for nothing from you. , I only hope that when you encounter people and troubles from now on, you must first think about whether it is worth it."
The room was terrifyingly quiet, only Mengze's low, but obviously very sad voice.
She said word by word: "Brother Mo, so many years have passed, and now I ask you, do you still want to be as obsessive as before and make the same choice?"
Mengze was talking about the water war in Dongting.
That year, he wanted to use his life to exchange Gu Mang's return, so he got a stab in the heart of the Dongting Water War. That knife was so decisive that he felt chills just thinking about it later.
But now that I know the truth about Gu Mang as a spy, and then I think about it, I only feel that Gu Mang is too painful.
- "What are you, you think that if you die, I will feel guilty and turn back? Don't be stupid."
"When you are a general and a soldier, and you are born as a human being, you can't miss the old feelings too much."
How did Gu Mang feel when he said these words and did these things...
Mo Xi closed his eyes, he really couldn't explain it to Mengze in such a short time, and he also felt that Mengze couldn't immediately understand the twists and turns.
His heart was a mess. He wanted to protect Gu Mang's consciousness, to protect the man who had been bruised and bruised, and to obtain justice for the secret discussion that had been lurking in the ghost for five years. His mind reverberated—
I'm afraid I won't remember anything... I can't speak.
If the collapse is severe, it may even damage both eyes.
The bright and warm black eyes in the memory are bent, and the smile is washed away like the stars floating on the water. The black eyes blinked for a while, and when they opened them again, they changed to azure blue, as if an unsullied lake was slowly rushing towards him.
Before the re-quenching, Gu Mang laughed carelessly. After the re-quenching, Gu Mang looked at him quietly and obediently. They called him—Junior Brother Mo, Mo Xi, my princess, my lord…
Mo Xi's hands were shaking, he did not answer Mengze's words, but walked to Gu Mang's couch. He leaned over and stared at the face that had been utterly pale after the blood had been wiped away.
After a few moments of silence, he said to the elders of Shennongtai: "Continue."
An anxious spot finally flashed in Mengze's eyes, and she said, "Mo Xi—"
"I'll explain it to you later. As long as you trust me."
Mengze: "…"
Mo Xi said, "I have to save him."
It was terrifyingly silent all around, and there seemed to be some invisible undercurrent flowing. For a moment, almost everyone thought that Mengze was going to explode and collapse, but Mengze finally paused for a while and said slowly: "...Okay. Since this is your choice."
After a pause, she stepped forward.
"I'll help you."
Yueniang exclaimed: "Princess!"
Mengze seems to be trying her best to hold on to some emotion. She has always been a very forgiving person, but this time, almost everyone can see the pain and grievance flowing in her eyes.
Mengze's lips moved slightly, as if she wanted to say something else, but she probably overestimated her ability limit, and her eyes turned a little red before she could say anything. She turned her face away and lowered her eyelashes.
Yueniang was very distressed, and she couldn't care about the dignity of master and servant, she deplored and said: "Princess, you, why are you suffering..."
Mengze closed her eyes, her eyelashes fluttered, and once again controlled herself, this time she finally held back the almost overflowing sadness.
She opened her eyes and said, "Take my medicine box."
Everyone was stunned!
Did Murong Mengze actually plan to practice medicine by himself? !
Chonghua's two great masters of medicine, one is Jiang Fuli from the "greed, hatred, ignorance" Sangui, and the other is Murong Mengze from the "Jie Dinghui" Sansheng. However, Mengze overdrawn his spiritual core power many years ago because of treating Mo Xi, and he can no longer do many things himself. Over the years, she took good care of herself, and her body finally recovered gradually.
If she practiced medicine by herself again, although she could achieve the best results, she would probably be completely reduced to a waste. And how could Mo Xi allow her to sacrifice again
He grabbed her arm and stopped in a low voice, "Mengze, go back."
"… "
"I already owe you a life. He can't owe it any more."
Murong Mengze was held by his wrist, and mist gradually gathered in his long eyes.
Perhaps it was because he waited too long and restrained himself too much, and the Jade Leaf Jinzhi, who had never been overwhelmed with anger and anger, actually ended up in a situation where his eyes were red in the eyes of the public.
"Big Brother Mo... You will be sad when he has something to do, so have you ever thought about me?"
The crowd had never heard Princess Mengze express such emotional emotion, and they were a little overwhelmed for a while. They knew that they shouldn't listen or watch, but they couldn't leave the room, so they had to use it as a wooden clay sculpture.
Meng Ze's voice trembled and said: "What do you think will happen to me if you have another accident? I can't cultivate the right path again in my life, is it that I'm so worthless in your eyes, I can only change it to you like this? Anping in just a few years?!"
As she spoke, tears finally couldn't help gushing out of her eyes, dripping down her lustrous and soft cheeks, and dripping onto the back of Mo Xi's hand holding her wrist.
"You senior brother... If he is so important to you, I would rather perform the forbidden technique again and save him for you! Brother Mo... I will do everything I can, I just ask you to remember me more in the future. A little… Then I too… I too…”
She closed her eyes abruptly, and big tears rolled down like broken beads.
Mo Xi's state of mind was already like a bowstring that was stretched to the extreme. Gu Mang's illness could not be delayed any longer. He urgently wanted to ask the elders of Shennongtai if there was any solution, but on the other hand, Mengze looked like this.
He didn't know how to coax a woman at all, and he was anxious and bored, but he didn't know what to say to make her stop interfering in this matter.
Mo Xi knew how uncomfortable it was to owe a favor that was doomed.
Every time he sees Mengze, he feels guilty and self-blame, and this kind of guilt and self-blame is destined to never be filled. Because what Mengze wanted, he had already given it to the man on the bed, and there was no way he could do it to her.
Because of this, he always didn't know what to say and what to do in front of her. It was as if he was bound by an invisible puppet string. Many things, whether he wanted it or not, as long as Mengze opened his mouth, he would do it.
This feeling of being unable to help himself was too uncomfortable, so he didn't want Gu Mang and himself to accept another kindness that was impossible to repay.
At this moment, Yao Xiu, who had been maintaining the stability of Gu Mang's consciousness, suddenly choked out a mouthful of bruised blood, and the magic light array in his hand suddenly dimmed.
Elder Shennongtai was shocked: "What's wrong?!"
"He, the consciousness in his body is too weird. Just now, a very vicious thought rushed out. The disciple is not talented, and he can't support it..."
At this moment, Gu Mang on the bed suddenly opened his eyes wide, but he did not regain consciousness. His eyes rolled from side to side, his pupils were so dilated, his lips murmured as if he was cursing something, and then blood and tears poured out. He closed his eyes, flowing down his eyes as long as the tail of a phoenix.
Xiao Yaoxiu, who has a lack of Taoism, lost his voice: "What's going on?!"
"This is... At this time, the black magic curse started to bite back in his body..." Meng Ze murmured.
She raised her head abruptly and said to Mo Xi, "His sanity has already begun to collapse. Now I'm not sure if I can save him. If it is not controlled, Brother Mo—he will die."
Mo Xi's face turned pale!
Mengze took all his concerns into his eyes, and said sadly: "... If you don't want him to be in trouble, let me try it. Anyway... I'm in your heart anyway... "
But before she could finish speaking, she was interrupted by a voice from outside the door.
"Why is the princess so pessimistic?"
The voice was lazy, with some natural contempt and arrogance, "In my opinion, the life of this guy on the bed is very hard, and he won't die, and his brain may not be bad."
As soon as the voice fell, a man in a blue shirt with long sleeves and golden buttons walked into the room.
"I'm still here."
If the appearance of Princess Mengze before had made the pharmacists who admired her medical skills nervous, then when this person entered the door, almost all the pharmacists would kneel to him.
"See Pharmacist Jiang!"
Meng Ze was also slightly stunned: "... Pharmacist Jiang..."
Jiang Fuli looked indifferent and narrowed his eyes. He always likes to squint, probably because he counts a lot of money, and his eyesight has never been very good. When he doesn't wear glass goggles, his almond eyes are always hazy, like a misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River.
Jiang Fuli raised two fingers, holding a golden ticket between his fair and slender fingers. He turned to Mo Xi and said, "Did you send the messenger spirit beast to me?"
Mo Xi said, "Your wife said you went to the southern border..."
"Yeah. But I haven't gone very far, not to mention why I have to deal with money. I'll rush back when I see the ticket." Jiang Fuli flicked the shiny golden ticket and glanced at it. He glanced at Gu Mang who was on the bed, "But others are seriously ill, so I need to add three more."
Mo Xi anxiously said, "My senior brother's life—"
"There will be no problem with his life and eyes." Jiang Fuli paused for a moment, stepped forward, raised his hand and touched Gu Mang's forehead a little, "... Divine Consciousness is not good, but it is not impossible to protect anything. I have to treat it first, no matter what, I will try my best.”
Jiang Fuli is ruthless and has no position. He has only one principle in doing things, and that is money.
As long as the money and silk are in place, he must do his best.
Jiang Fuli sat on the edge of the bed, raised his hand to undo Gu Mang's robe, and examined the scars on Gu Mang's body.
While watching, he sighed: "It took so long to cure like this, quack doctor."
Shennongtai crowd: "..."
Jiang Fuli raised his long fingers and swiftly tapped on several of his key points, and the gushing blood stopped immediately. He raised his hand and said, "Hand it over."
He didn't say what to hand, probably thinking that others would be able to comprehend it on their own, and the little Yaoxiu closest to him hurriedly handed him the medicine box.
Jiang Fuli: "...What do I want you little broken boxes to do? Give me gauze!"
The little monk was stared at by his almond eyes, trembling with fright, and hurriedly handed a piece of gauze with both hands.
Jiang Fuli wiped the blood from the serious wounds for Gu Mang, wiped it, and suddenly froze for a moment when he wiped it on his shoulder.
Mo Xi immediately said, "What's wrong?"
"..." Jiang Fuli frowned and looked at a scar on Gu Mang's shoulder, "This petal-shaped scar mark..."
"It didn't fall this time, he had it when he was young."
"I naturally know it's not a new injury." Jiang Fuli's eyes still fell on the scar, "I just feel familiar, how come I have seen a similar one on another patient before..."
After talking, he became unsure, and shook his head: "It's probably a bit similar, I remembered it wrong."
After that, he threw the blood-stained gauze away, sat up straight, and began to formally heal Gu Mang.
The water dripping from the bedside table was slowly flowing, and the room was very quiet. Jiang Fuli sat beside Gu Mang, with two slender fingers resting on Gu Mang's wrist.
The healing spells he used were not the same as Chonghua's traditional magic spells, so the group of medicine cultivators around could not see any way. The bruising on the top also slowly subsided.
Mengze said softly, "Jiang Fuli, who is a sly way back to heaven, really deserves his reputation."
Jiang Fuli said calmly, "Princess is too famous."
Elder Shennongtai stepped forward cautiously and asked, "Pharmacist Jiang, look... Do you need anything else so we can handle it?"
Jiang Fuli said, "Oh, yes, I need it."
The elder hurriedly said: "Jiang Yaoshi, just say it, we will do it."
Jiang Fuli said, "I need you to be quiet."
But things seemed to be going against him. Not long after he finished saying this, a servant boy rushed in in a hurry and shouted loudly, "It's not good, it's not good."
Jiang Fuli: "..."
Mo Xi turned his head suddenly: "What's wrong?"
The servant: "It's not good! Lord, butler Li can't hold it anymore when he is outside. Duke Zhao is already furious, saying that you are disrespectful to the Lord, and if you don't go out, he will lead people to forcefully imprison you. Enter the palace!"