Chapter 709： Does the head hurt?

Bai Liyue followed his sight.

Suddenly, he found his left index finger hanging on the bed trembling and pointing straight in one direction.

Bai Liyue looked in the direction he was pointing. In that direction, there was a solid wood desk by Ling Wenhua.

"Would you let me go there?"

"Uh! Uh!"

Bai Liyue walked to the solid wood desk and found that there was nothing special here.

Master Ling is obviously a person who loves calligraphy. Not only is the room decorated with antique style, but even the traditional calligraphy pen, ink, paper and inkstone are placed on the table.

His desk is very simple, with pen, ink, paper and inkstone, plus some literary books.

On the desk, there is still a piece of rice paper, spread flat on the table.

On this rice paper, there is an unfinished small print.

A cursive prefix: 艹.

Bai Liyue took a look, but there was nothing else.

She looked at Ling Wenhua on the bed in confusion: "Master Ling, do you want me to see this?"

"Uh!"

After Master Ling responded, his fingers tremblingly pointed in the direction of the door.

At this moment, the door of the room was opened from the outside.

Mrs. Ling walked in with Hu Lan.

Seeing Bai Liyue standing in front of Ling Wenhua's desk holding rice paper, her face instantly sank.

"Miss Bai, you're here to treat Wenhua, privately taking care of my husband's things, isn't it not so good?"

Bai Liyue did not speak, and silently put the rice paper back in the distance to spread it out.

Mrs. Ling retracted her eyes with satisfaction, and walked to the bedside to smile at Ling Wenhua and said, "Wenhua, who do you see come to see you?"

Hu Lan walked to Ling Wenhua's bed and looked at Ling Wenhua with regret.

When she met Ling Wenhua, Wan Qing introduced her to her.

At that time, Ling Wenhua was still a handsome young man, and now she is so thin that she almost loses her face, and she almost doesn't dare to recognize it.

"Brother Wenhua, do you remember me? I'm Hu Lan, Luo Haiyang's wife, Wan Qing's former good friend.

We have met several times before, and after you married Wan Qing, my husband and I went abroad, and only recently returned to China.

However, my family Yuyao lived with her grandmother in Jiangcheng when she was a child. I heard that during that period, she often came to your house and played with Mo Han. "

After Hu Lan introduced, Master Ling seemed to think of something.

"Uh…"

He opened his mouth wide, as if he wanted to say something, but only a weird noise came from his throat.

Seeing him so excited, Hu Lan looked at Mrs. Ling with some concern, and asked, "Wan Qing, what's wrong with him, did I say something wrong?"

"It's okay, Hu Lan, Wenhua is just too excited to see an old friend."

Hearing Mrs. Ling's explanation, Hu Lan smiled relievedly: "It turns out that it is."

She continued to look at Master Ling and said, "Brother Wenhua, I said that our two families are really fate. I used to be good friends with Wan Qing.

Now, Mo Han is going to be engaged to Yu Yao again, and we will be in-laws in the future! "

"Uh uh uh…"

When Ling Wenhua heard this, his nails squeaked the sheets, and the entire forehead was covered with blue veins.

Hu Lan was frightened by his reaction and backed away a few words.

She looked at Mrs. Ling suspiciously: "Wan Qing, how did Brother Wenhua react like this?"

Mrs. Ling chuckled twice, glanced at Ling Wenhua, and replied: "Wenhua is too excited and too happy to do this!"

"I thought he was not too happy."

Hu Lan patted her chest twice, relieved her fear, and nodded.

Although Ling Wenhua had been prepared before coming to see it.

But when he really saw a man lying on the bed like a living dead, unable to even speak, and could only make weird screams, Hu Lan was still a little frightened.

Hu Lan didn't stay in the room too much. After speaking a few words with Ling Wenhua, he and Mrs. Ling left the room together.

Ling Wenhua kept staring at the direction of the door, and Bai Liyue saw a hint of helplessness in his eyes.

Bai Liyue closed the door, sat next to Ling Wenhua, and asked in a low voice, "Master Ling, do you know some secrets about Wan Qing?

For example, why she can make people forget things that happened recently, which is too unreasonable. "

Master Ling nodded, but pointed his finger in the direction of the desk just now.

But before that desk, Bai Liyue didn't find any clues.

Bai Liyue was a little discouraged.

In the situation of Master Ling now, only a few fingers can barely move, and he can't even hold the pen.

She knew that Master Ling must know something, but she couldn't translate it.

She looked at Master Ling's appearance and sighed with great pity.

"Master Ling was so kind to Wan Qing when you were young, but she was so cruel to make you like this.

Now she is still calm, and fearlessly enjoying everything in the Ling family, it is really incredible. "

After covering the quilt for Master Ling, Bai Liyue left the room.

Avoiding all the servants of the Ling family, he came to the door of Ling Mohan's room.

She had been here for so long, but she didn't even see Ling Mohan's person.

Raising his hand and knocking on the door, no one responded.

Seeing that there was no one around, she simply opened the door and walked in.

When she stepped into the room, a strange fragrance came to her, and Bai Liyue raised her hand to cover her nose.

As soon as she smelled it, she knew that this spice had a powerful sleeping effect and could make people fall asleep quickly.

His eyes immediately fell to the celadon incense burner on the table.

Bai Liyue covered her mouth and nose, picked up the tea on the table, poured it into the incense burner, and poured out the burning spices.

Walking into the room, it was true that Ling Mohan hadn't woken up yet.

Bai Liyue took out the silver needle from her pocket and plunged it into Ling Mohan's acupuncture point.

Ling Mohan gradually woke up.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Bai Liyue staring at him closely.

Raising his hand and rubbing his temples, there was still a pain in his head.

He felt that he had had a long dream. As for the things in the dream, his mind was blurred.

He tried to think about it, and there was another burst of pain in his head.

Bai Liyue watched him rubbing his temples, knowing that he must have had a headache again.

She raised her hand and took down his hand and held it tightly in the palm of her hand.

A pair of clear beautiful eyes looked at him worriedly, his voice softly: "Does the head hurt?"

Feeling the warmth in Bai Liyue's palm, Ling Mohan's frowning sword eyebrows gradually stretched. The ten thousand year iceberg seemed to melt at this moment, and his indifferent eyes became a little warmer.

In his mind, the somewhat confused thoughts suddenly became clear.

Although he doesn't remember what happened, at this moment, he was full of this woman.

The irritability suddenly disappeared, and he felt that the world was quiet.

His eyes filled with complex expressions, and his right hand gradually lifted, touching Bai Liyue's cheek lightly.

This feeling, he actually seems to have known each other before.

Bai Liyue felt the temperature in his palm, did not avoid it, but looked at him with a smile.

She knew that he remembered her deep in his heart.

At this moment, she suddenly felt Mu Jingchen.

Not Ling Mohan.