Chapter 3175

Mo Siyu stared at the note for a while, then put the note on the candle and burned it to ashes.

She knew the handwriting, Aunt Yun San's handwriting, and there was a faint herbal smell on the note, which was specially used to stop bleeding.

Who is hurt?

If it were Uncle Luo Zifeng, it would be impossible for Aunt Yun San to be so anxious and risk being captured by the Chu family to deliver the letter in such a hurry in the middle of the night.

There is only one possibility: my brother is injured!

But who can hurt brother?

After all, it has been so long, but the high priest has not even found a trace of his brother.

Mo Siyu put on his clothes and went back to the room. He heard that the person on the bed was breathing strangely. He put his fingertips under Chu Chuyan's breath and felt that Chu Chuyan's breath was scorching hot. It seems to be mixed with fire.

She raised her hand and touched Chu Chuyan's forehead. Seeing that his forehead was also very hot, she quickly took out a pill from the medicine bag, poured warm water, helped Chu Chuyan get up, squeezed his chin, and took the pill After convincing Chu Chuyan with the warm water, he put a cold veil soaked in medicine on Chu Chuyan's forehead.

Chu Chuyan was in a daze from the fever. When he was taking the medicine, he opened his eyes and saw Mo Siyu, and smiled at her. After taking the medicine, he closed his eyes and fell asleep.

After finishing all this, Mo Siyu changed into a close-fitting night clothes, blew out the candle, opened the window, twisted the medicine bag, and jumped out of the window...

With the sound of the cold wind whistling beside his ears, Mo Siyu turned over the courtyard wall of the Chu Mansion, and saw two horses waiting at the corner of the wall, and a petite man wearing a cloak was sitting on the back of one of the horses.

Looking at the figure, Mo Siyu recognized the man as Yun San.

"Aunt Yun San." Mo Siyu ran over quickly, quickly got on the horse, and asked eagerly, "Is my brother injured?"

Yun San was a bit speechless: "If it weren't for the young master, we wouldn't have found you here."

Mo Siyu was anxious: "How's the injury? Is it serious? Who hurt brother?"

Yun San didn't want to answer: "You'd better wait until you see the young master to ask, there are so many questions, I won't be able to explain them clearly in a while."

She raised the whip and lashed Mo Siyu's horse's back hard, and the horse galloped quickly.

The two of them were flying like lightning, and soon arrived at the backyard of the inn, entered through the back door, and went straight to the secret private room.

What came into view was a fairly elegant bed. A slender young man was lying on the bed, motionless, as if he was asleep.

Mo Siyu glanced at Yun San and asked, "Where's Uncle Zifeng?"

"Probably went to the kitchen to make medicine." Yun San walked over, opened the curtain, and lifted the quilt: "I don't know what happened, the wound is obviously not big, but after applying the medicine, I fell into a coma with a fever. "

Mo Siyu untied Mo Chengyue's belt, checked the wound, touched Mo Chengyue's forehead, stared at the handsome face that he hadn't seen for almost a year, feeling a little dazed.

My brother seems to have grown up a bit, and looks more mature. Although his figure is still the outline that a teenager should have, he seems to be much more stable than before.

Mo Siyu felt his pulse, "His fever and drowsiness were not caused by inflammation of the wound, but by the wind and cold. He probably fell ill from the very beginning. Relying on his youth and strength, he persisted and didn't care.

After a long time, I was injured again, and my resistance decreased. Those cold symptoms suddenly became aggravated and turned into wind and cold. If I took a few medicines and took a good rest for a few days, I should be fine. "