Mo Shanghua nodded slightly and took the wooden box to leave.

She had already arrived at the door, but suddenly saw a carriage stopped at the corner of the street. A man was holding a woman in his arms and was in a hurry from the backyard.

Mo Shanghua's eyesight is very good. She immediately recognizes that the person is Hua qianliu who has kept her waiting all afternoon.

With a thought in her heart, she hurriedly followed in and said in a loud voice: "Lord, you...

before finishing a sentence, you can see that Hua qianliu has turned around in a hurry, and the face of the woman in her arms is clearly reflected in the eyes of the flower on the street.

At the moment, Hua qianliu's face is pale and her eyes are closed. The woman who doesn't move is not someone else. It's Nanhe who left the palace not long ago because she died of illness.

Mo Shanghua's teasing, which had not yet been spilled out of his lips, was swept away. His fine eyebrows frowned tightly. He was surprised and worried. "What's the matter?"

Hua qianliu didn't have time to explain, and the thin sweat on his forehead showed his nervousness, "don't say so much, let me go in for treatment first."

Said, holding South crane in a hurry into a room in the backyard.

Seeing this, the steward in the building ordered him to burn some hot water and put on clean pajamas. As for the guests in the front yard, they were all sent away. The teahouse closed its doors to thank the guests, and the people in the building were not allowed to go in and out at will.

South crane is flat on the bed, flowers on the street, this just see South crane injury.

Just now, he was hugged tightly by Hua qianliu. Now he put it on the bed, and Mo Shanghua could see clearly. It turned out that Nan he's left shoulder was injured, and it was full of dry blood. The clothes on his shoulder seemed to be cut off by a sharp weapon, and all the broken clothes adhered to the wound.

"Qin ya, go back to the house quickly and get my medicine box." The flower on the street, with a dignified face, gives orders in a deep voice.

Seeing this, Qin Ya immediately nodded and ran out with her legs.

Seeing this, Hua qianliu suddenly stopped Qin Ya and said, "I'll go with you."

Said, then a pull Qin Ya's wrist, regardless of her reaction, pull her out of the room. After that, he didn't care to find a good horse any more. He untied the horse in front of the carriage outside the door and took Qin Ya with him to gallop away.

Mo Shanghua doesn't care how they go now.

Her whole person all falls into a kind of extremely attentive dignified state again, the language speed extremely fast command, "go to prepare two ginseng slices first, then take scissors to come over."

Hua qianliu left, and the steward in the teahouse was still there. Seeing that Hua qianliu had just listened to the words of Mo Shanghua, now she told her to do it simply, and soon she had everything she needed.

Moshanghua put the ginseng into the mouth of Nanhe, hanging her life for her first, then took it and saw it, carefully and attentively cut the broken steps in the wound of Nanhe.

The whole sleeve was cut off by her, but the wound on her shoulder only showed one third, and the rest extended into her chest.

Mo Shanghua's face was dignified, and she told him in a cold voice: "leave two women to help, and the rest of the people will leave."

The steward turned his head bitterly and cleaned up the house according to what Mo Shanghua said.

All that was left in the room was flowers, and two maidservants who were left to help.

Mo Shanghua had to cut the skirt of Nan he's chest, which made the injury of Nan he clear.

The wound was a knife wound. It ran from the left shoulder to the left chest, and almost reached the heart.

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