After the first fool

Chapter 141

Qingfeng found a doctor in Hechun Hall, and dragged him to the guest room. When he saw Mo Xiaoran, he was slightly taken aback, and then dragged the doctor to the bedside: "Help him take a look."

Mo Xiaoran tactfully stepped aside and stepped aside, not disturbing the doctor's diagnosis and treatment of Xuanyuan Wushang.

"Mother, where is my master?" Qingfeng asked in a deep voice, why is she here alone?Obviously the master left with her.

Mo Xiaoran met his scrutinizing eyes and shrugged, "Maybe I should go somewhere to relax."

She let the master leave alone?Qingfeng was secretly unhappy in his heart, and was very dissatisfied with Mo Xiaoran's actions, but because of Bai Qingluo's admiration for her, he could only hold back, but his face darkened unconsciously.

"Dengdengdeng-"

There were footsteps coming from far and near outside the house, Mo Xiaoran and Qingfeng turned their heads together and looked at the wide open door, only to see Sui Lang wearing a black robe entering the room anxiously, their eyes darkened slightly , I thought the person who came in would be Bai Qingluo.

"Where's the master?" Sui Lang glanced at the room and asked aloud.

"I don't know." Qingfeng shook his head honestly, "Master just left and hasn't come back yet."

"Then why are you here?" Sui Lang's eyes sank slightly, and he asked again. He didn't even look at Mo Xiaoran once, and ignored her completely enough, as if Qingfeng was the only one in the room.

Qingfeng looked at Mo Xiaoran, bowed his head and remained silent. Sui Lang is not an idiot. Obviously, all of this has something to do with this woman. His sharp eyes fell on Mo Xiaoran: "Tell me."

"In the event of an assassination, Xuanyuan Wushang was seriously injured. I had a quarrel with him and parted ways. Qingfeng is here waiting for the doctor to diagnose and treat Xuanyuan Wushang." Mo Xiaoran briefly summarized the whole matter from beginning to end, without hiding anything. It can be concluded that Sui Lang respects and cares about Bai Qingluo from the bottom of his heart.

"You lost your master, but you are guarding Xuanyuan Wushang here?" Sui Lang laughed back angrily, the frost in his eyes was flying all over the sky, his baby face was covered with haze, and he stared fiercely at Mo Xiaoran, It seemed as if he was going to rush up to find her in the next second.

A trace of fatigue flashed across Mo Xiaoran's eyes, she nodded slowly, "Yes."

"Damn you!" Suilang was so angry that he directly pulled out the long sword at his waist, and was about to stab Mo Xiaoran. Seeing this, Xiao Zhu's face changed drastically, and he hurriedly stood in front of her, using his body as a meat shield, trying to attack Mo Xiaoran. Block her attack.

Qing Feng screamed badly, Sui Lang was obviously mad with anger, his figure flashed, his right hand grabbed his wrist, and his left hand slapped the weapon in her hand to the ground, narrowing his eyes dangerously: "You can't hurt him!" she!"

The master likes her, if he finds out that Sui Lang has hurt her even the slightest bit after he comes back, I'm afraid he will be severely punished!
"You still want to protect her now? This woman! What is so good about this woman? How is she worthy..."

"Shut up!" Seeing that Sui Lang was about to pierce the layer of paper, Qingfeng interrupted him almost rudely, "Master has his own discretion, it's not up to you and me to make decisions for Master." In front of Xiao Zhu, separate her and Mo Xiaoran behind her from Sui Lang.

Sui Lang is the calmest person on weekdays, but he is often the most impulsive and aggressive one when it comes to his master's affairs. Qingfeng sighed fiercely: "Even if you are upset, you can tell your master when he comes back. , there is no need to vent your anger on her while the master is away."

No matter how angry the master is at Mo Xiaoran, it is impossible for her to be injured. Only this point, Qingfeng dares to guarantee it with his life.

"Hmph!" Seeing Qingfeng's stubborn expression, Suilang suppressed the anger in his heart, gave Mo Xiaoran a cold look, and warned, "This is the last time." Next time, if she dares to do this again, for the sake of others The man who wanted to leave his master behind, even if he risked his life, he would definitely take her head.

Sui Lang picked up the weapon on the ground, put it back into the scabbard around his waist, turned around neatly, ignored Xuanyuan Wushang on the bed, and left with heavy steps.

Qingfeng frowned tightly, and gave Mo Xiaoran a sorry look: "Suilang has such a temperament, don't take it to heart, she just cares too much about the master."

Mo Xiaoran twitched the corner of her mouth lightly, stretched out her hand and patted Xiaozhu's shoulder, motioning her to relax, and said, "I can tell."

Their loyalty has never been concealed. Even Qingfeng is by his side every day, but the person he is loyal to will always be Bai Qingluo, not her Mo Xiaoran.

The doctor bandaged the wound on Xuanyuan Wushang's lower abdomen, and then slowly stood up.

Seeing this, Mo Xiaoran hurried forward and asked in a low voice, "Doctor, how is his condition? Is his life in danger?"

"His wound was infected with poison, but luckily it was removed in time. Now the wound is festering. I will prescribe some medicine and change it three times a day. When the wound heals naturally, he will be fine." The doctor sat on the chair and took the medicine He took out the Four Treasures of the Study from the box, and Xiao Zhu stepped forward to grind it for him. "Tonight, we should pay attention to whether he has any signs of fever. After the wound is infected, it is easy to cause fever. If the fever does not go away, it will cause serious illness." He picked up the pen. Ji Shu, while writing the prescription, reminded: "It is best to keep someone by his side, and always pay attention to his changes."

Mo Xiaoran wrote it down carefully, and then sent the doctor away respectfully. Before leaving, she gave a piece of golden melon seeds as a consultation fee.

"Xiao Zhu, go to the prescription and get the medicine." Mo Xiaoran stuffed the ink-stained prescription into Xiao Zhu's hand, nodded to her, and motioned to get the medicine quickly, so as not to delay the time to take the medicine.

After Xiaozhu left, Mo Xiaoran strolled to the bedside and looked down at Xuanyuan Wushang's situation.

The corner of Qingfeng's mouth twitched violently. No wonder the master was so angry. May I ask which man in the world can still be calm when he sees his beloved woman caring about other men?

"Mother, do you want to go back to the palace?" Qingfeng asked the same question as Xiaozhu, after all, she has been out for a whole day, if something happens in the palace, I'm afraid she will be finished as soon as she goes back.

Mo Xiaoran shook her head. "He's not awake, how can I walk away?"

"The doctor has already said that Xuanyuan Wushang is not in danger of getting sick. He just needs to pay attention to recuperating and heal soon." Qingfeng didn't understand why she was so stubborn. Was Xuanyuan Wushang made of glass?As a member of the royal family, he didn't know how many assassinations he suffered, and he was injured more than once. How could he be so fragile?Do you still need someone to wait on you?
What a joke!
Mo Xiaoran stubbornly refused to back down a step: "He was hurt because of me, it's only natural for me to take care of him, and I owe him a favor."

Qingfeng really had no choice but to watch her guarding the edge of the bed, applying medicine for Xuanyuan Wushang and wiping his sweat with his own hands.

It's a good thing the master is not here, this thought flashed through Qingfeng's mind more than once, if the master sees her taking care of Prince Xuanyuan so carefully, he will probably get angry again.

Carefully wiped off the cold sweat on his forehead, and brushed away his sticky hair wet with sweat with his index finger, Mo Xiaoran suddenly said, "Is he the prince of Xuanyuan Kingdom? Princess Mingxi's brother?"

Qingfeng was taken aback, it seemed that the master had already told her the identity of this person, "Yes, he is indeed the reigning prince of Xuanyuan Kingdom."

"Oh." Mo Xiaoran was not surprised when the guess in her heart was confirmed.

No wonder he has an aura that even she thinks is dangerous. If he grew up in a deep palace, it can be explained. After all, as a prince, the difficulties he has to face since he was a child can only be imagined. I can also imagine it.

"Miss," Xiaozhu pushed open the wooden door from the outside and entered the room with a few delicious dishes in his hand, "take a break and eat first."

Mo Xiaoran nodded, bent down and pressed the edge of the quilt for Xuanyuan Wushang, then turned around and walked to the chair, pulled up her robe and sat down, Qingfeng was also hungry, so she didn't bother her here to eat, turned and left In the room, just about to go to the lobby for dinner, I overheard the sound of pacing in the box exclusively for Bai Qingluo on the third floor.

He was overjoyed, he didn't care about anything else, and immediately went up the wooden ladder to the third floor.

After tidying up his robe, he knocked lightly on the door, holding his breath and waiting.

"Come in." A hoarse voice came from the house, Qingfeng respectfully opened the door and entered, and saw Bai Qingluo had changed into a new dress, leaning against the window sill with an indifferent expression, holding an emerald jug in his hand, under the moonlight, His cold brows and eyes seemed a bit ethereal, one foot was hanging in the room, the other was bent, placed on the window sill, his elbow was gently pressed against his knee, his index finger was shaking the handle of the jug, his deep eyes were always watching Looking at the movement outside, her vermilion lips were cold and thin, and her eyes were like mist, the depths and shallows could not be seen clearly.

"Master," Qingfeng hasn't seen him like this for a long time, as if abandoned by this world, indifferent, desolate, and lonely, with a slight pain in his heart, he can't help but blame Mo Xiaoran a little more.

Bai Qingluo's eyes flickered slightly, she glanced at him, lifted the pot, and the clear wine fell into the air into his slightly parted red lips, water droplets splashed in all directions, and his back leaned against the frame of the window, The posture is leisurely and lazy, just the undercurrent surging in the eyes, but it is daunting.

"What about her?" Bai Qingluo asked indifferently, with a flat tone.

Master, even at this moment, is Mo Xiaoran the only one you care about wholeheartedly?

Qingfeng couldn't help but sighed in his heart, not daring to be negligent, and hurriedly said: "The queen is in the guest room on the second floor."

"What?" he continued, like a stubborn child wanting an answer.

Qingfeng closed his eyes unbearably, and didn't speak for a long time. How could he have the heart to draw a line on the master's heart?
Bai Qingluo is not stupid. Seeing him hesitating and silent, his chest is slightly cold, "I'm taking care of him, right?"

Eyelids slightly half-jawed, "That's right, according to her personality, Xuanyuan Wushang saved her, why would she leave him at this moment?"

"The queen just feels sorry." Qingfeng couldn't help explaining, deeply afraid that Bai Qingluo would take advantage of her.

There was a misty smile on the corner of his mouth, his eyes rolled around, looking at the breeze, but it seemed to be looking at other places beyond him, his thin lips slightly parted: "I know," the words paused slightly, the deep eyes There was a glimmer of light, a trace of tenderness: "Because she felt that she owed Xuanyuan Wushang a life. Even though she knew that his life was safe, she was still worried. She wanted to take care of him, not at the hands of others, just pure gratitude , simply repaying your gratitude."

Qingfeng breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the words. Fortunately, the master didn't think wildly, but his heart that had not been completely let go, was completely chilled when he heard Bai Qingluo's next words.

"Even though I understand in my heart better than anyone else why she did everything, but," with a chuckle, cold to the bone: "Seeing the shadow of someone else imprinted in her eyes, I can't wait to get rid of that person. Hearing that she was arguing with me for others, I wished I could strangle her to death."

Bai Qingluo ignored Qingfeng, who was already sluggish, with a cold smile on the corner of his mouth: "I think, I'm probably crazy."

Became a demon by her.

(End of this chapter)