Chapter 1509

Seeing that Chu Yunyao was finally sleeping soundly on the bed, Bao'er quietly left the bedroom, went to tidy up the messy desktop, and wiped the bright red condensed blood in the jade box.

Chu Yunyao stood next to the warm person around him, absorbing the warmth of his body, wrapped her arms around Mo Lingyuan's waist, and pressed her cheek against his shoulder, and said in a voice like a mosquito, "Ling Yuan, wake up quickly, okay?" , if this goes on, I'm afraid I won't be able to hold on anymore."

It's too cold to be high.

The position of high authority seems to be worshiped by thousands of people, but it is only when people with conscience actually sit on it that they realize that it is like a fire pit, which is scorched all the time.

If one is not careful, everything will be lost, and a lot of people's lives will be lost.

Chu Yunyao's lips trembled, and she leaned close to his ear, as if she was rambling unconsciously: "You once said that when the world is peaceful, take me to roam around, smell the fragrance of flowers in spring, and listen to the singing of cicadas in summer. , To see the rolling wheat waves in autumn, to see the white snow in winter.

Walk all over the rivers and lakes, see the scenery of the four seasons, and see the picturesque mountains and rivers.

You can't break your word.

You must not break your word.

No!

..."

Her voice gradually dropped, Chu Yunyao was so tired that she finally fell asleep.

In the dream, she seemed to be in a world of ice and snow, holding a little bit of spark in her hand, absorbing the little bit of warmth, and walking through the snow that submerged her calf.

The road ahead is boundless, with no light of hope in sight, the road behind is blocked, and there is no way back.

For many days in a row, Chu Yunyao woke up and fell asleep, wrapped in a thick quilt, lying on the bed, sitting by the brazier, her fingernails and lips were blue and white from the cold, and she was shivering.

Even when she spoke, her articulation was trembling, and she couldn't speak clearly.

Cups of hot tea were poured into the stomach, and the mouth was full of blisters, but it seemed as if it had been poured into a cold pool, and it still couldn't warm this cold jade-like body.

Seeing Chu Yunyao like this, Bao'er forced a smile in front of her, turned her head and hid in the ear room and wept softly, for fear of being seen and heard by her.

Why fight?

If the Gong family is not a good person, why should they be the lackeys of the Orientals and Westerners?

It is clear that the same blood flows in the veins in the bones, why do they kill each other?

Wouldn't it be nice to live a peaceful life?

The wound medicines from Lingyunmen were pulled over by carts. Bao'er helped Shi Yi and Jiu'er divide the various medicines, and walked through the halls where the wounded were placed. , cursing.

They re-established their faith in the collapse, and found hope again in despair.

Sometimes, living is more difficult than dying.

Bao'er helped Li Changqing bandage the wound, and those people asked, "How is your injury?"

"It's almost over, with the young lady here, everything will be fine."

"Where is the young lady? I haven't seen her for a long time."

"My grandfather's wounds have been repeated, and the young lady has been guarding him every step of the way. After this period of time, my grandfather will recover completely."

"Can young lady heal my leg? Is my leg useless?"

Bao'er looked at the man who had been blasted by gunpowder to a bloody mess, leaving only a leg bone connected by skin, and was suddenly speechless: "..."

Too cruel.

It was so cruel that her scalp felt numb just looking at it.

Chu Yunyao didn't show up for a long time, only Bao'er came in and out alone, and another wave of rumors quietly grew in the Mohist army: Mo Lingyuan is dead, and the secret will not be mourned!

Compared with last time, the rumors this time were very subtle.

After all, no one wants to lose their life because of troublesome tongue.

But this rumor is like a time bomb, buried in the Mohist army...