Chapter 3269

It’s been a long time since I had a free chat with my brother. I finally took the time to come here today. I was able to chat with my brother about the situation in Yuecheng this month, and inquire about the situation of the Jincheng Mo family from the news I collected. I’m a little excited when I think about it. .

Unexpectedly, the storekeeper shook his head: "The young master is not at the inn."

Mo Siyu wondered, "Where did he go?"

"This..." The shopkeeper paused, and replied decisively, "I don't know."

"I don't know?"

"Master's affairs, small ones have no right to intervene." The store put a lot of delicious food and drink on the table.

Mo Siyu had no choice but to settle for the next best thing: "Then call Aunt Yun San over, and I'll talk to her."

The shopkeeper looked apologetic: "There has been a lot of noise recently, Miss Yun and Mr. Luo are too busy to separate themselves, and they are not in the shop."

Mo Siyu: "..."

That being the case, what's the point of staying here?

Mo Siyu put away the bottles and jars he had brought, and planned to go to the priest's mansion, take the initiative to find the high priest, and help the city lord solve some of the sufferings of the people.

The guards of the Chu family only ensured Mo Siyu's safety according to Chu Chuyan's instructions, and did not dare to restrict her actions, so they had to bite the bullet and follow Mo Siyu to the priest's mansion...

Inside the side hall of the Saintess Palace.

Hu Yueru sent out all the waiters around her, closed the door, sat in front of the diorama, took off her outer shirt, exposed her shoulders bound by cotton cloth, her eyes were cold and unwavering.

The decoction on the table had already been drunk, she looked at the plaster sent by Hu's family, and bit by bit tore off the white cotton cloth covering the wound.

The bloody shoulders were exposed, and the wounds where the carrion had been cut off were even more shocking.

It's just that the rotten smell of rotting meat from the past few days is gone.

She touched her forehead, which was still a little feverish, with one arm hanging down, and with the other hand, she struggled to tear off the blood-stained white cotton cloth from the wound.

"Cut the flesh and bones..." The man's deep voice full of distress came from behind, "You told me that you only suffered a small injury, and it has already healed, and we owe nothing to each other.

Is this the wound you have already healed? "

Mo Chengyue stood behind her, her eyes fell on the shocking wound in the diorama.

When Hu Yueru heard the words, she turned around suddenly, because she moved too much and tore the wound, she groaned in pain.

The other hand grabbed the cotton cloth on the table and was about to cover the wound, but the movement was a step slower when Mo Chengyue who came over grabbed his wrist, "Don't move around, I'll bandage it for you."

Hu Yueru glanced at the closed doors and windows, and lowered her voice: "How did you get in?"

"Although the guards here are quite strict, they still can't stop me. I want to come to see you, so I came." Mo Chengyue glanced at the wound medicine on the table, picked up a bottle, opened the bottle cap, and sprinkled the powder on the wound on her shoulder.

The woman still looked calm, but the fine sweat oozing from her forehead wetted the black hair scattered on her forehead.

Mo Chengyue pushed her onto the chair and sat down, "Don't move, I will bandage you up soon."

The man moved swiftly. After carefully checking her shoulders, he quickly wrapped a clean white cotton cloth around her wound, and put her clothes back on.

"Why didn't you tell me the truth?" If he hadn't noticed something wrong with her on the top of the snow mountain last time, and didn't know how long she would be delayed, Mo Chengyue's heart and eyes would be full of pity: "If he had been treated earlier , it wouldn't be like this..."