Chapter 561

Perhaps it was Gu Wei's last sentence that stimulated Feng Shaojin, and in the following days, he really cooperated with Gu Wei's care.

Three days later, the high fever in his body had already subsided, and thin scabs had begun to form on the wound. Feng Shaojin stood at the door of the thatched cottage, looking at the long intersection leading outside, wondering what he was waiting for.

Gu Wei came back from the outside, wrapped in a snowstorm, "I arranged for someone to send your letter to the Marshal's Mansion, but Miss Mo still refused to come to see you. information.

Master, when are we going back to the south? "

Feng Shaojin was noncommittal, looking into the distance with deep phoenix eyes, without saying a word.

Just when Gu Wei thought that Feng Shaojin would not answer, a deep and powerful voice came from his ear: "Tomorrow early in the morning, we set off to return to the south, the great rivers and mountains of my great country cannot fall into the hands of those bandits! "

Gu Wei was stunned for a moment, "Then, where is Miss Mo? You don't plan to take her back to the south?"

"There are wars over there, and this is the only remaining peaceful and pure land. I can rest assured that she is here and someone will protect her. I will resist the invasion of Japanese pirates in the south, and let her live here peacefully. It is also very good! "

Feng Shaojin returned to the hut, stroked the dagger in his hand, covered his chest, and lay back on the bed again.

In the early morning of the second day, an unremarkable carriage carried the two of them and disappeared at a desolate intersection.

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Young Marshal's Mansion.

Chu Yunyao applied the veil soaked in cold water to Mo Lingwei's forehead, and yawned.

Bao'er looked at Chu Yunyao's sleepy and exhausted expression, and felt distressed: "Miss, you go to rest, I will take care of the eldest lady, the injury on your back is not completely healed, and you are bumping back and forth on the horse's back, So as not to fall to the root of the disease."

Chu Yunyao couldn't bear it any longer, so she went to the low couch, "I'll just take a nap here, and when her fever subsides, I'll go back to Wangyue Pavilion."

After returning from the suburbs, Chu Yunyao noticed something was wrong with Mo Lingwei as soon as she dismounted.

He staggered and staggered, his body fell into the clouds, and he didn't even seem to know that the cloak on his body had slipped off.

The snow was flying, and her thin body was like a ray of lonely soul with no home in the dark night.

Chu Yunyao didn't have time to get the medicine box, so she quickly picked up the cloak that fell on the ground, and wanted to put it on her, but just as her arm touched her shoulder, Mo Lingwei's thin body fell back limply.

Chu Yunyao was taken aback, and quickly reached out to catch her.

Mo Lingwei fainted in Chu Yunyao's arms, unconscious.

As soon as Chu Yunyao touched her face, her tentacles were hot, she quickly wrapped her in a cloak tightly, held her arm, and led her back to the bamboo garden.

Looking at the increasing wind and snow outside, Bao'er was worried about Chu Yunyao's safety, so she didn't dare to fall asleep all night, so she sat in the room doing embroidery work and listened to the movement outside.

When he opened the courtyard door, he saw Chu Yunyao helping Mo Lingwei back, so he immediately ran to help and settled Mo Lingwei into the bamboo garden.

Then he led the horse outside to the stable, twisted the medicine box and went to the bamboo garden.

He also poured warm water to help them scrub.

Mo Lingwei's fever was severe, she was so ill, her eyes were closed tightly, she was unconscious, and she didn't have the slightest desire to live.

Chu Yunyao was very worried.

The patient's self-survival will is very important. Once the patient himself has given up on himself, it will be difficult to recover from the disease.

Thinking of this, Chu Yunyao wished she could beat Feng Shaojin violently to vent her hatred...