Jiaohua

It was not until nightfall that Mr. Mo got up from Tao Lan's bed and left.

He Yanpo had been waiting at the door, and Mr. Mo went over to talk to him.

Liu Yue went to the bedside and asked Tao Lan in a low voice: "Madam, how do you feel?"

Tao Lan's face looked very ugly. She lay on the bed and said weakly, "It hurts."

It was a series of violent contractions, with the pain suddenly coming on every once in a while. Her limbs were covered in cold sweat, and her whole body was hot and cold, like a world of ice and fire.

Liu Yue looked at He Yanpo and Mr. Mo at the door.

It's been the whole afternoon, and Mr. Mo sat here without saying anything, his face looking very solemn.

Liu Yue felt that something was not going well. Giving birth has always been a nightmare for women, not to mention that his wife encountered such a terrible accident during this pregnancy.

"By the way," Tao Lan held Liu Yue's hand, "How is Jin'er? Is he okay?"

Liu Yue frowned and looked into Tao Lan's eyes: "Madam, the young master...has been refusing to eat."

"It's been so many days, and he has only eaten so little. Why is he refusing to eat today?"

Not only did he refuse to eat, he seemed completely stupid.

But Liu Yue didn't dare to say this.

Also, it might not just be He Yanjin who has problems. He Yanxin next door also seems to have something wrong. However, the child is still too young and was born prematurely, so Liu Yue doesn't dare to say anything.

"Go and bring Jin Er here. I want to see him." Tao Lan said.

"Yeah." Liu Yue responded.

He Yanpo and Mr. Mo were still standing at the door. When Liu Yue went out, he greeted He Yanpo and vaguely heard Mr. Mo mention some medicinal herbs.

Liu Yue had no knowledge of medicinal herbs, but just hearing these names, he felt a pang in his heart.

The Northern Territory is vast, with vast grasslands, herds of horses galloping on the mountains, and boundless skies and wilderness. However, the resources in the Northern Territory are also scarce.

The northern border has another name, called Northern Desert, because beyond the grassland lies endless wasteland.

To get the medicinal herbs that Mr. Mo is talking about, we can only go to the Central Plains in the southeast.

The Central Plains has always been prosperous, with vast territory and rich varieties of products. It is for this reason that the Central Plains has been called "Donglu" by their ancestors since ancient times.

A few years ago, it was very convenient for them to go south. The Central Plains was in chaos, with various warlords fighting each other, and they were happy to see the chaos.

but now……

Thinking of Liuxing’s rotten head, Liuyue’s tears welled up in her eyes.

The snow in the sky was getting heavier. He Yanpo looked up at the sky and said with regret: "It took me two years to manage Youzhou well. I infiltrated every corner of Youzhou's military and political affairs. Unfortunately, I failed at the last moment. If Youzhou was still the Youzhou of the past, how could such a small amount of medicinal materials be so difficult for me?"

"Right now, we can only send someone."

He Yanpo did not respond and remained silent for a while. He looked at Mr. Mo and said, "We must send people to the south to look for it, but if there is something ready, we can also try to grab it."

"Ready-made? Where?"

"Of course it's the remnants of the defeated army," He Yan said with a casual smile, "These Han troops stationed at the northern border all year round, how could they not have herbs in their army?"

Mr. Mo nodded: "Sir, that's a good idea."

"I'll go to the study," He Yanpo said, "This should be done as soon as possible."

"Ah."

When Liu Yue came back carrying He Yanjin, He Yanpo and Mr. Mo were no longer there.

A maid said that He Yanpo went to the study and Mr. Mo went to boil medicine.

Liu Yue nodded and carried He Yanjin into the house.

Tao Lan lay on the bed, unable to lie down or sit. She had a severe headache, which was concentrated in the right side of her brain. When the pain was severe, she was afraid of light and felt like vomiting.

Liu Yue said: "Madam, the young master is here."

Tao Lan turned her head and saw her son, who had always been well-behaved and sensible with a lovely smile, staring at her blankly. There was no spirit in his eyes, and they were as numb as a pool of stagnant water.

His face was wrapped in a thick layer of gauze. His already thin face had become even thinner due to not eating well in the past few days.

"Jin'er." Tao Lan stretched out her hand and called out with concern.

Liu Yue leaned over and handed the little boy in his arms to his mother.

He Yanjin suddenly dodged Tao Lan's hand violently, wrapped his arms tightly around Liu Yue's neck, and stared at Tao Lan in horror. Tao Lan was stunned.

Liu Yue frowned hurriedly: "Young Master, this is Madam, your mother."

He Yanjin shook his head vigorously: "Uh uh uh, yeah! Uh uh yeah!"

Tao Lan's breathing stagnated: "Jin'er, what are you talking about?"

"Young Master, what's wrong with you?" Liu Yue asked in surprise.

The maids and servants all gathered around.

He Yanjin twisted his body wildly, making strange noises with his mouth: "Ah!! Mmmmm!! Mmm!"

Combined with his body language, everyone could see that he wanted Liu Yue to take him away.

"You, speak!" Tao Lan pulled her son over forcefully, "Jin'er, speak properly! Look into your mother's eyes and say something nice!"

He Yanjin's eyes were bloodshot, and he yelled at Tao Lan: "Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!! Ugh!"

"I'll go find Mr. Mo!" a maid said immediately, "Don't worry, Madam. I'll go find Mr. Mo right away!"

Tao Lan hugged He Yanjin tightly, forcing him into her arms, and cried inconsolably: "Jin'er, don't scare me, don't scare me!"

Mr. Mo had just sat down behind the medicine furnace and had not even had time to catch his breath when the little maid came to call him.

Upon hearing that something had happened to He Yanjin, Mr. Mo quickly got up and rushed back.

The house was in chaos, as if Tao Daizhuo had been there.

As soon as Mr. Mo reached the door, he saw He Yanjin biting Tao Lan's arm, struggling out of her arms, jumping off the bed and running out.

But because one of his legs was higher than the other and extremely inflexible, he ran too hard and fell forward.

Mr. Mo was quick-witted and ran to help him up, preventing him from falling to the ground.

"Jin'er..." Tao Lan lay on the bed and cried.

Mr. Mo helped He Yanjin steady himself, looked him in the eyes and said, "Young Master, do you still recognize me?"

He Yanjin pursed his lips tightly, staring at Mr. Mo fiercely with a fierce look.

Mr. Mo said, "Young Master, why do you look at me like this? I have never hurt you."

He Yanjin pushed him away with all his strength, pointed his finger at his nose, and stammered in a very fierce tone: "Um! Uh uh um! Ah, ah!!!"

Mr. Mo was stunned and looked at him in shock.

He Yanjin suddenly pinched his own neck with both hands, screaming as he did so.

Mr. Mo did not stop him immediately. The maids and servants nearby rushed over, but Mr. Mo also raised his hands to signal them not to move.

After quietly observing for a while, Mr. Mo handed He Yanjin over to the maids and servants, asking them to take him back.

"Mr. Mo, what's wrong?" Tao Lan asked anxiously as she looked at Mr. Mo who was walking towards her.

Mr. Mo's voice was heavy: "The young master was greatly shocked that day. He was injured himself, and he saw you being injured and bleeding so much. I think the young master has aphasia."

"Aphasia? What is that? What can I do? Can it be cured?"

"It can be cured, and the young master wants to be cured. He was anxious to speak just now. However, I have only heard of aphasia, but have never encountered it. I don't know how to cure it."

Tao Lan cried, "Mr. Mo, you can't cure it?"

"Madam, don't worry. Just because I can't do it doesn't mean others can't. There are so many capable people in the North. There must be someone who can cure the young master's illness. I will go find the master and ask him to send a letter to Master Ri Yu. Master Ri Yu will definitely find a way."

Tao Lan nodded quickly: "Okay, Mr. Mo, go quickly, thank you for your hard work!"

Mr. Mo took his leave.

After coming out, Mr. Mo took a deep breath and turned to look in the direction of He Yanjin's residence.

Others might not be able to hear or understand the words that He Yanjin just cursed at him while pointing at his nose.

But Mr. Mo knew exactly what He Yanjin wanted to express.

He was calling him a liar, saying there was no way he could cure his leg, calling him incompetent, and telling him to get out.

This child, who usually looks well-behaved and sensible, actually has such deep hatred in his heart.

And this hatred is not only towards him, but also towards his own mother. (End of this chapter)