Chapter 1484

Duan Changyu wanted to say something, but was stopped by Mu Qing: "The war is about Zifeng, when the master will wake up, only the young lady knows best, you just need to follow the young lady's words."

Duan Changyu is still worried: "But the morale of the army is not stable, just in case..."

"With the young lady here, there will be no big trouble." Mu Qing pulled Duan Changyu out: "You and I will interrogate the guards who escorted the Lord back today, and see if there is any meticulous work in these people."

Duan Changyu: "..."

Duan Changyu was terrified when he heard that, "Could it be that the dark chess buried by the Gong family more than ten years ago hasn't been completely eradicated?"

"Ghost knows!" A killing intent flashed in Mu Qing's eyes.

Various medicines were continuously delivered to the bedroom. Chu Yunyao sat on the edge of the bed, used the best wound medicine, and pierced the golden needle into Mo Lingyuan's acupuncture point, watching his sleeping face still not responding at all.

Chu Yunyao pulled out the golden needle, rubbed it in the quilt for a while with shaking fingers, and then held his finger.

His fingers were well-knit, slender and strong, but at this moment he let her hold her softly, his fingertips were cold, without any warmth.

There are thin and rough calluses in the pulp of the finger.

The coldness seemed to soak into her heart.

Chu Yunyao placed her fingertips on his weak pulse, and said hoarsely, "Ling Yuan, open your eyes and look at me, okay?"

Just as the wind passes without a trace, the geese pass silently.

The person lying on the bed is unconscious.

"Young Madam." Luo Zifeng stared at the door for some time, and couldn't help breaking the suffocating atmosphere in the bedroom.

Chu Yunyao's back stiffened for a moment, and when she turned around, the grief and helplessness on her face had long since disappeared, and she changed into a calm, calm face.

Chu Yunyao let go of Mo Lingyuan's hand, stood up, walked towards Luo Zifeng, and asked softly, "Did you come to see Ling Yuan?"

Luo Zifeng nodded slightly, and asked, "How is it, Master?"

Chu Yunyao looked at Luo Zifeng's furrowed eyebrows, and thought of the rumors that were spreading wildly in the Mohist army at this moment, she really couldn't tell who the person who disturbed the army's morale was.

It is related to the Mohist army founded by Mo Lingyuan, it is related to the painstaking efforts of the Mohist ancestors, and it is related to the lives of tens of millions of people.

It is about the life of her husband, the biological father of her child, Mo Lingyuan.

A moment of hesitation flashed in Chu Yunyao's heart, and the nails gathered in her cuffs dug into her palms.

Her voice was eerily calm, just like her peaceful face without any expression or waves, she replied: "With me here, he will wake up."

Luo Zifeng asked: "When will you wake up?"

Chu Yunyao hesitated again and again, but said nothing.

At this moment, no one can believe it except Bao'er and herself.

Bao'er was bringing tea over, and saw that Chu Yunyao was silent, so she quickly took over the conversation: "Mr. Luo, don't rush my lady, my lady can save someone like me who died once, not to mention Grandpa just suffered some serious skin trauma.

With my young lady here, I will definitely wake up. "

Bao'er's answer was sonorous and forceful.

Luo Zifeng sighed: "The news of my master's unconsciousness has spread throughout the Mohist army. At this moment, people are panicking, and even the people around me are talking about it...

Please rest assured, Young Madam, I will stabilize the morale of the army, resist the attack of the Gong family, and wait for the master to wake up. "

Chu Yunyao raised her eyes and looked at him fixedly: "Mr. Luo, tell me about the current situation. How many troops are there in the Mohist army? What are the casualties? How many were killed and injured by the Gong family in this battle?"