Empress: The Old Emperor's Way to Pursue His Wife

Chapter 50 Calculating (3)

Mo Yanxiao's condition was very unstable, he had a high fever and was drowsy all the time. When he was fully awake, it was already evening ten days later.

It was Qin Mei who took care of him these days.And Xiao Yi would come to see him several times a day, and sit alone by his sick bed for a while.

The setting sun is like blood, shining obliquely through the window, and sprinkles bright red in the room.

Even the face of the sickly young man lying on his back on a pillow had a very light tinge.

Seeing Xiao Yi who hurried over after getting the news, Mo Yanxiao's smile was the same as usual, but his voice was hoarse and dry, no longer clear and soft: "Sorry for the poor hospitality, please do what you want."

"Master Mo..." Xiao Yi's heart, which had been hanging for a long time, suddenly came to rest. She opened her mouth and murmured something, only to feel her nose sore. After a long time, she finally choked out a sentence: "How can you sleep so well?"

Mo Yanxiao was slightly taken aback, and smiled: "I slept for a long time this time, I made you...worry you, I'm sorry."

Xiao Yi walked to the bed, sat down with her head bowed, her eyes fell on his arm covered by the brocade quilt, and there was a long silence.

"it's a pity."

Xiao Yi raised her eyes blankly: "What?"

"Now my handwriting, I'm afraid it will be priced at ten thousand gold?" Mo Yanxiao sighed with a smile, and joked: "If I knew it, I should have inscribed it earlier that day. According to the emperor, four words, forty thousand gold , is really a big lump.”

So Xiao Yi also laughed, smiled, and burst into tears.

"Look at you, how old you are, you still cry and laugh when you talk about it. If your subordinates see it, the head of the sect will lose all face."

Xiao Yi rubbed her eyes embarrassingly, and muttered: "They won't see it, I will only be in front of you... in front of the master, that's all."

With some difficulty, Mo Yanxiao took a square handkerchief with his good hand and handed it to her: "Yes, yes, who made me your elder?"

"It's okay, Master Mo, I will definitely cure you." Xiao Yi took it, wiped it carelessly, and said urgently to Mo Yanxiao or herself, "It doesn't matter if the imperial doctor can't do anything, there are many master doctors in this world. No matter where it is, no matter how difficult it is, I will find them by digging three feet into the ground..."

"Xiao Yi..." Mo Yanxiao shook his head slightly, and interrupted her: "Aren't my hands in good condition, and they are not disabled."

"But, you can no longer..."

"Although the handwriting in my left hand can't be put on the table, it is still possible to write a notebook and approve a document."

"cocoa……"

"Being an official depends on the ability to make decisions and handle things, not to write or draw."

"Brother Yi said that too." Xiao Yi lowered her eyes, took a deep breath, and raised her head again, not for a moment: "It's just my little master, I will never forget, those summer evenings, when you sat in the tree Play the piano, and I will sit beside you and listen."

Mo Yanxiao's eyebrows twitched suddenly, and his eyes turned to the window.

The wind was cold and the snow was still there.

The pair of cicadas singing and the shadow of the tree whirling under the master and apprentice, that little girl, that little master, disappeared without a trace.

(End of this chapter)