In his bedroom, young Jin Wang casually leaned against the pear blossom wooden bed, wearing only a loose and exquisite snow-white lining, light silver line and flowing cloud pattern. He became thinner and colder, and his whole body was cold and calm, as cold as ice water on a winter night.
Three thousand black hair spread like a waterfall behind him, and the skin color was translucent and cold white. The handsome and attractive face, and the fine shadow hanging from the long eyelashes of crow blue, covered the dead and cold eyes like a cold pool.
"Master, you're awake!" on the seventh day of junior high school, he jumped up excitedly, and the voice line trembled: "master, do you feel anything? Where does it hurt? Master..."
Before the seventh day's words were finished, they had been interrupted by Mo Liyan. He slightly deviated his eyes and asked in a very elegant, noble and plain tone, like asking a trivial matter: "seventh day, when is it now?"
On the seventh day of the seventh day, I met the Phoenix eyes of his highness King Jin. They are very beautiful and moving soul eyes. Nine times out of ten, they are fierce and indifferent. But now... They are deep, empty and dead, without any color. They are monotonous, dark and empty. At a glance, I want to stare at the abyss.
On the seventh day of the seventh day, I felt sour, as if I had been gripped by a hand and couldn't breathe, "it's three minutes in the morning."
"Chen Shi." Mo Liyan nodded, indicating that he knew. His attitude has always been unspeakable, "day."
He knocked at random with his fingertips and closed his eyes again. He didn't say another word. He was sick and languid, as usual.
"Subordinates... Subordinates go down and ask Mr. Chu to come over." the tone of the seventh day was difficult, and suddenly he knelt down heavily. "Mr. Chu has excellent medical skills and can cure the master's eyes!"
Mo Liyan didn't say anything. He just raised his hand. His fingerbones were cold and slender, indicating to go out on the seventh day of the seventh day.
On the seventh day of the lunar new year, he left his bedroom in a hurry to find Chu Qinghe.
In such a large and luxurious bedroom, only Mo Liyan was left, which was particularly cold.
Mo Liyan opened his eyes. No one knew what he was thinking. After a long time of silence, he raised his hand silently, touched his eyes, and soon took it back. There was no fluctuation in his mood from beginning to end.
Young Jin Wang suddenly opened the quilt, got up barefoot, stepped on the cold Obsidian ground, and groped step by step according to his memory.
Although it's day,
After the beginning of the heavy snow, the soft light white halo came in from the half open window lattice and fell on the slender and lonely figure, outlining his clean and clear profile, with long eyelashes.
Look cold and indifferent.
When Chu Qing and push open the door to come in, they only see such a picture, which can make him suffocate in an instant.
Chu Qing and thought he would never forget such a scene in his life.
The pear blossom wooden clothes hanger in the bedroom somehow hit the ground, the kettle on the desktop spilled on the ground, and the porcelain cup fell to the ground. The scene looked very messy.
His highness King Jin, who is always superior and proud, wears a snow-white lining and a cold and monotonous black robe. The whole person looks very thin.
He stood by the table with no shoes on. With his movement, he stepped on the broken sharp porcelain and soon infected with red blood. However, he seemed to be unaware of it and had no pain. He could still walk forward with the table as if nothing had happened.
Chu Qing and Leng Leng looked at the picture. They only felt that the bottom of their heart was stabbed by something. The stiff pain was like countless needles rolling over their heart. They felt bored and suffocated.
All the words stuck in my throat and couldn't say a word.
He then looked gloomy, walked up quickly and put the medicine box next to him.
Chu Qing and gave himself a long time to do a good job in psychological construction. He tried to talk to Mo Liyan in a very peaceful tone: "adult, you go to bed first, and I'll show you."
When the young king Jin heard Chu Qing's voice, he didn't say anything. He just nodded faintly, and walked slowly and steadily towards the direction of the soft couch.
Just that step by step, even Chu Qing and couldn't help but sweat for Mo Liyan. They stared at King Jin's steps and didn't dare to leave for half a minute. They were afraid that the people in front of them would hit something directly the next second.
But Mo Liyan didn't have this self-knowledge. Fortunately, he walked back without danger.
Chu Qing and first tidy up the bedroom. Then they carry the medicine box next to them to Mo Liyan.
In fact, he had checked everything countless times when Mo Liyan was unconscious, but now Mo Liyan woke up, he still had to look again.
Chu Qing and Wen said, "my Lord, put out your hand."
Mo Liyan is cool and has long eyelashes. He has always been very cooperative, but he is not so cooperative as he is not interested in everything.
Chu Qing and put their hands on it. His remarks turned around in his abdomen for a long time. He didn't know what to say.
In the half open window lattice, the sunlight slowly diffused, and the halo dyed the color of light white and light gold. After the beginning of the heavy snow, it looked particularly clean and gentle. In that way, it jumped on the long eyelashes hanging from Mo Liyan and sprinkled a very beautiful halo, but it could not reflect his eyes. The lines of his side face were clean and sharp, like the nine gods in the sky.
"You don't have to take into account the king, just say what you want to say." Mo Liyan finally opened his mouth. At this time, he woke up and talked to Chu Qing for the first time. Because he had been in a coma for nearly three days and didn't speak, his cold voice was a little hoarse and didn't contain any emotion. He hung his eyes and felt the deep darkness in front of him.
Chu Qing and God took a deep breath, reluctantly suppressed the irritability and bitterness at the bottom of his heart, and forced himself to make a voice.
"Adults can rest assured... Anyway, I can cure your eyes." he thought carefully and said to Mo Liyan word by word: "I have dealt with the injury on adults. The toxicity began to spread from the sword injury. Now it all condenses in the eyes, which leads to blindness."
"This poison, it, it is very complex. I may need some time to understand it. Before that, I dare not act rashly." after all, any wrong decision may cause the man's eyes to be completely destroyed. Chu Qinghe is absolutely afraid to do it. "Please believe me and give me a certain time. The antidote will be prepared."
Mo Liyan withdrew his hand coldly and calmly, and only said yes.
Seeing that his highness King Jin, who seemed indifferent and elegant and refused people thousands of miles away, didn't speak any more. He had silently ordered to leave. Chu Qing and the bottom of his eyes were filled with some unspeakable emotions. He bit his teeth and even the tip of his tongue. Finally, he suddenly retreated several steps, "bang!" and knelt straight on the ground.