The Seventh Bride of President

"Will you wait a little longer?" Mo Lingyuan rubbed her small head: "I also want to repair son, but compared with repair son, I care more about your safety. When it's stable here, I'll send Wuying to the South with you and get repair son back."

Chu Yunyao thought of Yun er's danger on the way, and knew that this time was not a time of willful recklessness. She could only nod her head: "OK, I'll wait."

She untied his shirt and looked at the wound on his abdomen. "Show me how you're doing."

"It doesn't hurt." Mo Lingyuan picked a ginseng and fed it to her mouth, and then fed her a few mouthfuls of soup. "When the scab falls, it's OK."

"When you get better, I'll go back to Jincheng and take Siyu back from LAN Guifang. Siyu grows older every day. I heard that she can walk and has four teeth. She especially likes to eat complementary food.

We are always away from her. It's not good not to kiss us in the future. " When Chu Yunyao thought of Siyu, he was worried.

"Good." Mo Lingyuan said: "the situation here is almost stable, I will often go back to see you."

He brought water, rinsed Chu Yunyao's mouth and blew out the light: "it's very late. Let's have a rest early."

In the tent, the clouds and waves are rolling, and the night is beautiful...

after spending some time with Mo Lingyuan, unconsciously, the last plum blossom petal in the courtyard withers, the spring flowers bloom, the willows sprout, and there is a warm breath in the passing morning wind.

The grass grows and the warbler flies.

Chu Yunyao was standing in the simple courtyard, sitting by the fire, guarding the soup to recuperate her body, sewing a spring shirt with a needle and thread: "honey, I've decided to go back to Jincheng tomorrow."

Bao'er added a piece of charcoal to the stove, "just let Miss decide."

Seeing that the long thread in Chu Yunyao's hand is about to be tied, bao'er is worried: "Miss, just let me do it. Sewing clothes needs slow work. You can do something else."

Chu Yunyao looked at her askance: "even you dislike my bad work?"

Bao'er was helpless: "compared with rework, miss, it's better that you don't touch needlework. Your hands can save lives from death. How can you waste your talent on such trifles.

Miss, I'll do needlework. "

Bao'er grabs the needle and thread in Chu Yunyao's hand and carefully checks whether the peony she just embroidered has been damaged like the last few times. "The medicine has been boiled. Miss, drink it while it's hot. After today's medicine is finished, you will be completely cured of the cold caused by the poisonous insects."

Chu Yunyao holds the porcelain bowl and looks up at the birds flying high in the blue sky. She has a pleasant feeling.

Sure enough, all the years in the world are quiet because someone is carrying a heavy load for you.

If you can't find a warm person to spend the rest of your life, what a pity it will be.

After waking up from Mo Lingyuan, she stayed in the small yard of this square inch of land. She cooked soup and medicine every day, took good care of her body, and developed new pills. He kept all the blood and cruelty out of the room, and didn't let her get involved.

Chu Yunyao's initial anxiety and the hesitation and distrust in the face of others all disappeared.

It seems that as long as Mo Lingyuan is around, no matter what happens, he can hold up a quiet and stable place for her to stay in and help her block all the ups and downs.