C247 Heartbreak

As Duan Yunfei spoke, she was somewhat nervous and helpless, as she did not dare to raise her head to look at Mu Chuyang in the eyes.

Mu Chuyang looked at Duan Yunfei, as if stars were twinkling in her eyes. Duan Yunfei really did not know how to reply him. He had just woken up and was looking at her with a face full of joy, but what she wanted to tell him was the cruelest thing in the world.

Duan Yunfei's mouth twitched, but she was still unable to say anything in the end.

On the other hand, Mu Chuyang noticed that something was off. He looked into Duan Yunfei's eyes, pretended to be relaxed as he shook his head at Duan Yunfei, and continued to coax him. Little Thirteen, don't be sad, it's okay, didn't I already wake up. "

It was fine that Mu Chuyang did not speak, but the moment he opened his mouth, Duan Yunfei's tears started rolling out of her eyes like beads with a cut string, scaring Mu Chuyang out of his wits.

Mu Chuyang reached out his hand, wanting to help wipe the tears at the corners of Duan Yunfei's eyes, but before he could raise his arm, he felt a tearing pain. If not for the fact that Duan Yunfei was in front of him, he would have definitely cried out.

Mu Chuyang frowned, he once again put down his arm, and awkwardly smiled at Duan Yunfei.

Duan Yunfei quickly dried her tears and crawled over to check on Mu Chuyang's wounds.

"Little Thirteen." Mu Chuyang hesitated for a moment, then called Duan Yunfei again.

Duan Yunfei's hand stopped in midair, and turned to look at Mu Chuyang. His expression was serious, and in Duan Yunfei's heart, she could already foresee what Mu Chuyang wanted to say to her.

Mu Chuyang looked at Duan Yunfei, and lightly blinked his eyes and asked: "Thirteen, tell me the truth, is the wound on my arm really unable to heal?"

"Nonsense!" "Hearing Mu Chuyang's question, Duan Yunfei froze for a moment. She continued to stretch her hand out to cover Mu Chuyang's arm with the blanket. You've only been shot once, how can't you get better? "You are still young now, and your body is the best. As long as you rest well, your wounds will heal within a few days."

"Little Thirteen." Just as Duan Yunfei finished speaking, she couldn't help but let out a laugh. "I am of medical background, so you don't have to lie to me about that. The arrow that I shot that day was poisoned, and now the poison has slowly seeped into my body. I'm afraid it won't be able to save me."

Hearing Mu Chuyang's words, Duan Yunfei couldn't help but be a little excited. She walked over and grabbed Mu Chuyang's other arm, and anxiously said to him. "Mu Chuyang, you come from a medical background, and the poison refining methods of Prince Mu are peerless in the world. Naturally, you know that there's bound to be an antidote for this poison. You must know how to cure the poison in your body right? "

Duan Yunfei looked at him with expectation, but Mu Chuyang was actually speechless for a moment. The light in his eyes dimmed.

After a long while, Mu Chuyang finally shook his head at Duan Yunfei. Little Thirteen, don't be anxious, things are not as you think. "

"Even though everything in this world reacts to each other, there must be an antidote for the poison. However, the poison I was inflicted with this time wasn't any ordinary poison. This poison came from the Western Regions and was later introduced by the Golden Horde Kingdom. It has no color and no smell, but its poison is extremely strong. Now that I have been hit by it, I'm afraid that even if my Royal Father was here, he would only be able to say that he was powerless. " As Mu Chuyang spoke, he could not help but sigh. He originally did not want to tell this matter to Duan Yunfei.

However, Duan Yunfei seemed to be filled with anticipation, as she did not want to disappoint her.

"No, there must be some other way." Although she heard Mu Chuyang's words, Duan Yunfei still shook his head. Even if he was lying to himself, even if the doctor told her to "I still need to tell the truth". She also believed that there would be another way to save Mu Chuyang.

Duan Yunfei was in a bit of a daze, she helped tuck in the corner of Mu Chuyang's blanket, and her entire person became flustered.

"Little Thirteen." Mu Chuyang looked at Duan Yunfei and felt a little sad. He reached out her right hand to grab Duan Yunfei's sleeve and tried her best to show a relaxed expression. "Don't be so sad. Even though I'm like this, I'm still happy."

Mu Chuyang's expression was calm, and displayed an extremely relaxed look, as if the person who was injured wasn't him, as if this matter had nothing to do with him. The way he continuously consoled Duan Yunfei made his truly crumble.

"But the doctor said that if you can't find the cure, then your arm will be crippled." "Duan Yunfei finally could not take it anymore, and grabbed onto Mu Chuyang's sleeves tightly, and shouted at him with all his might." Mu Chuyang, you are still so young, you still have your dreams and dreams that haven't been fulfilled. You are Jin Country, and one day, you will inherit your father's teachings and go on the battlefield to kill your enemies. If you lose your arm like this, how would I be able to face you for the rest of your life? "

Duan Yunfei was already sobbing silently. Mu Chuyang stared at her blankly, extended his hand out, wanting to touch her forehead. In the end, he could only hollow his hand in the air and did not speak for a long time.

When Duan Yunfei calmed down a bit, Mu Chuyang's face revealed some signs of a divine injury. He hesitated for a bit, then said to Duan Yunfei: "Little Thirteen, we have known each other since childhood. Since I was young, I liked following you, so even though I was injured and shot by an arrow, I was still lying on my sickbed without being able to move. But the thought that all this is for you makes me happy. "

Duan Yunfei did not reply, she only dried her tears and fiercely scolded "Idiot."

Mu Chuyang was not angry, and laughed at Duan Yunfei. As if he suddenly thought of something, he said to her, "Little Thirteen, do you remember that at this time of the year, we eat some sweet dumplings to satisfy our craving in the capital? "Now that I think about it, I really want to eat more."

Duan Yunfei looked at him with some suspicion, then shook her head at Mu Chuyang and said, "In the past, we would only cook Sweet Rice when it was winter in the palace. It's only September now, how could it be so early? "You must have remembered wrong."

Mu Chuyang had fainted for too long, the memories in his mind also became unclear.

"He thought for a moment, before nodding towards Duan Yunfei. The north wind swept up the white grass, and the snow fell in August. It must be that the weather here is so cold that I thought it was already winter and winter. "

"It's the prime of your life. If you want to eat anything else, you don't have it." Duan Yunfei said to Mu Chuyang: "But what's so difficult about this sweet dumpling? If you want to eat it, I'll send someone to cook it. In the evening, you will definitely eat steaming sweet dumplings. "