Chapter 30

Bu Qingyi and Su muzhe chat for a short time, but Lu Jingyi returns to the inn alone, with helpless expression. Su muzhe is a man who has heard and seen clearly. He guessed the reason without a word and apologized to Lu Jingyi.

"It's me who should apologize. For a moment, I don't know how to reply. I'm afraid I've made girl Jinshang sad." Lu Jingyi looked out of the window and worried, "it's dark, and the girl has not come back. I'd better send someone to look for her."

"I'll go, I'll go." Su muzhe pushed Lu Jingyi to the bed and said with a smile, "you keep talking. Don't worry about other things. I'll enlighten her well."

Su Muzhi, as if afraid of disturbing them, hurried out of the room. Before closing the door, he secretly winked at Lu Jingyi. Unfortunately, bu Qingyi had a good view of him.

Su muzhe has a heart to make up for them. Bu Qingyi naturally can see that she just feels ridiculous - not to mention that she is bent on revenge and has no intention of personal relationship with her children. It is absolutely impossible for Lu Jingyi to find a woman of her identity to be brought into the palace, unless Jinwang palace wants to be demolished.

As soon as the door was closed, bu Qingyi climbed up from the bed.

Lu Jingyi was worried about not helping him, but he felt that it was not right. He could only stand awkwardly and make a protective statement from a certain distance: "where is the girl Bu going? I'll call lead China to serve you? "

"No, don't tell her. She has to scold me to death." Bu Qingyi shook her head quickly and reached for the dagger. "The angry woman doctor in my family is fierce. If she knew I was going out, I might not survive tonight."

"You're going out? Your wound... "

Bu Qingyi has no skin and no face. He smiles and doesn't answer. He pushes Lu Jingyi out of the door on the excuse of changing clothes. When Lu Jingyi, who was worried, sent someone to call him, he kicked the door open. Half a figure had disappeared in the room, only the cold wind was blowing through the open window.

Night is the best camouflage.

The wound on the abdomen is neither deep nor big. After detoxification, it doesn't have much influence on Bu Qingyi's action. Turning over a square wall doesn't matter. But this matter was only known by the few people who came and went to the inns. Just like the night, Su Muzhi, who was very resourceful, had made preparations early in the morning.

"That day, as soon as you were sent back to the inn, King Jin rushed to ask me how to deal with it. I pondered that if you let outsiders think that you are in danger of being poisoned, it may be able to buy you more time and let the other side down their guard. "

When she was alone, Su muzhe said this to her. Bu Qingyi really wanted to jump up and give him a big hug.

As an orphan, she doesn't know if all the fathers in the world are so wise. All she knows is that Su Jinshang is absolutely happy and has such a reliable father. She even had such a flash of thought, if Su Mu Zha was really her father.

Of course, it's just an idea.

Su muzhe doesn't know that Bu Qingyi has already got the antidote. The grapevine from Guangling palace makes him mistakenly think that Bu Qingyi should be struggling in front of the gate of death at this time, but the whole Dongyang palace is unprepared. They are all tortured by Pei Yuanshu's ghost crying and wolf howling, and have no time for other things.

After sneaking into the Guangling palace, bu Qingyi didn't even need to inquire, but directly found the remote courtyard which was guarded but not attended by people outside. As if to go back to their own as forced to open the door, sure enough, inside stood a face at a loss of Wei nine city.

"What about people?" Step on the tip of the eyebrow.

Wei nine cities saw ghost similar, dull half open mouth, subconsciously point toward bedroom direction. Bu Qingyi raised her foot and kicked the door, but the door didn't knock. She pushed the door open and burst into the bedroom.

There was only a candle burning in the bedroom. The light was dim. Pei Mogui's face was not very clear. Step green clothes step light, silent to the bedside, hesitated for a moment to sit down at the edge of the bed.

He fell asleep.

His face was very pale and pale.

Bu Qingyi sighed and turned to look at Wei Jiucheng: "how is the injury?"

"The master is right. He didn't hurt the key, but the sword was pierced through. It's hard to avoid a lot of blood." Wei Jiucheng looks like he hasn't had a good rest for a long time. His face is a little dim and his voice is a little hoarse. "The doctors in the mansion are staring at the young master these days. They only come here once and say that the master's wound healing is not very good. The master will be feverish at night, occasionally awake during the day, most of the time in drowsy, say not good how long to toss. I can't take care of it by myself. "

Bu Qingyi's eyebrows wrinkled and his palm fell gently on Pei Mogui's forehead.

Sure enough, it's hot.

Wei Jiucheng, after all, is a big man. He can't take care of patients carefully. He doesn't know how Pei Mogui has survived these days. He's lucky to be alive.

"Go and get some water. It's warm. Get another bottle of wine. " Bu Qingyi rolled up his sleeve and gave an order simply and clearly.

Wei Jiucheng didn't know what she wanted to do, and didn't dare to ask. She took wine and water, and then stood aside as a translucent person. She looked like she was abandoned. Bu Qingyi moistened the cloth with water mixed with wine, wiped it on Pei Mogui's forehead and face, then lifted a corner of the quilt, intending to untie the tie of his middle coat. There was a pause.A few whiplash marks that were healing were lying on his neck, looking particularly dazzling.

"I asked you to give him the medicine?"

Step green clothes eyes a stare, frighten Wei nine city to step back half step, quickly open the drawer to take out the medicine bottle: "in, in! I'm not hiding

"Did he take all your brains?" He rolled his eyes with anger and smile, and bu Qingyi caught the medicine bottle. Seeing that the top cover was still there, she couldn't help smelling Black: "what's the matter? Afraid my medicine is poisonous? Dare not use it? "

Wei Jiucheng shook his head and waved his hand desperately: "no, no, it's not. Master, I heard that this is from you, girl bu. I'm not willing to use it. A few days ago, I wanted to open it and was scolded by the master. "

Bu Qingyi's chest was dull. Some of them wanted to get angry, but they didn't know where the anger came from.

With unexplained anger, he untied the suit rudely, and a more dense whip mark appeared in front of Bu Qingyi, crisscrossed and dense, with new wounds overlapping old ones. Four words are not enough to describe. Bu Qingyi didn't say a word. First, he scrubbed Pei Mogui's upper body with water mixed with wine. After his body temperature dropped, he applied the wound medicine for him.

"I can't see that girl Bu is quite skillful." The atmosphere that nobody talks is a bit embarrassed, Wei nine cities have no words to look for words, want to express oneself existence.

Bu Qingyi glanced at him, still silent, but his movements slowed down.

Skillful.

Of course.

The Lord of Luan Xue Pavilion is not a God who does not eat fireworks. He will also be injured and bleed. Every time Gu was injured, it was her who went to bandage and apply medicine.

Only she was allowed into his room.

Gu Chaoxi is a cold hearted man. He seldom shows his feelings to others, and naturally few people are close to him. In those years around him, from basic necessities of life to small temper and small habits, only she knew what he liked to eat and hated, and what he liked and hated, which was not noticed by others.

How can he take care of himself without her?

"Who are you thinking of?"

A touch of cool came from the back of my hand, accompanied by a weak and hoarse voice.

Bu Qingyi recovered from the gloomy memory, patted Pei Mogui's palm on her hand, and applied a piece of ointment on the wound.

Pei Mogui took a breath and said with a bitter smile, "what kind of temper did you lose? I'm just asking questions. I'm so grumpy. "

"Where is that? I'm so irritable that I have to tear your scars off one by one. " Bu Qingyi stood up and retreated to the center of the room, turned to face the door, pretended to wave his hand with ease, "I'm relieved to see you hurt so badly. I'm going

"You're not going to ask me anything? What are you doing here? " Pei Mogui reluctantly sat up against the soft pillow, coughing.

Bu Qingyi didn't look back: "come to find out the wind and see if Pei Zan is angry. Come by the way to see if you are still alive."

"If you're worried, just say it. It's a bit of a fuss Are you shy, too? "

“…… Shy? Do you want me to strip you all in front of nine cities? " Bu Qingyi couldn't help rolling his eyes.

Since meeting him, her eyes have always been uncomfortable. In the final analysis, it's all because she rolled her eyes too much.

"Nine cities, go to the gate and watch." Pei Mogui took Wei Jiucheng away, then moved a little into the bed, patted the empty seat beside him, "come on, sit down. I have something to tell you. "

Bu Qingyi sighed in her heart. She wanted to slap herself, but her body was out of control. She slowly retreated to the bedside and sat down.

She felt that she was eaten to death by this bastard.

"Pei Zan should not know that you have detoxified. You should make good plans for the next few days and make sure you are safe anyway. I'm afraid I can't help you for a while. If you need anything, please contact Jiucheng. I'll try my best to find a way. In addition, you have to be careful of the conspiracy on the surface. As the king of Dongyang, it's very easy for him to deal with a common people - "

" why should he consider the future? " Bu Qingyi interrupts Pei Mo GUI's words, his eyes are quiet, "if I go to kill Pei Zan, then everything will be over, won't it?"

Taking advantage of Pei Zan's relaxed vigilance to sneak attack, it is not impossible to succeed. Although her primary purpose is to see Pei Mogui's injury, if she has a chance, she thinks she can have a try.

Pei Mogui saw the eagerness in her eyes and shook her head: "some words, I always want to talk to you, but I can't find a suitable opportunity to speak. Now that you mentioned it, I don't have to hesitate. But I said in advance that if I'm hurt, I'm only allowed to hit my face, not my wound. "

Bu Qingyi sneered, and he acquiesced to his request.

He was still in the mood to joke, and it should not be a heavy topic - she thought so. But to her surprise, Pei Mogui's first words made her fall into the impulse to punch his wound.

"I hope you can give me some time. Don't kill peizan yet."