The Seventh Bride of President

Feng Shaojin's voice became weaker and weaker, and a faint Qi sound sounded in her ear: "she won't save me. Don't waste your strength."

Mo Lingwei:...

after a long time, Mo Lingwei found her voice: "what did you say?"

Feng Shaojin hooked her finger: "last time, I broke into your bedroom to find you. She caught me. She almost killed me.

Ling Wei, don't go to her. She won't save me. She's afraid that I'll pollute your reputation and discredit the door of Mohism. I wish I would die like this.

Don't waste your efforts. She won't come. Even if she does, she won't try her best to cure me.

Instead of letting me die in her hands, let me delay for another two days to see you. "

He seemed to be very tired. After a pause, he took a breath again, and then said, "your brother hates me to the bone. If he knew that your sister-in-law saved me, he would not let me go.

Ling Wei, just stay here, stay with me, and stay with me. "

Mo Lingwei:...

Mo Lingwei shook her head: "I'll ask my sister-in-law. My sister-in-law is not the kind of person you think...

" Lingwei. " Feng Shaojin interrupted her words: "if you really want to save me, send me back to the South and let me leave here earlier. In this world, only Yichen can cure my injury..."

Mo Lingwei:...

Mo Lingwei's tears fall down again and bites her teeth and says: "OK."

Feng Shaojin: "when shall we leave?"

Mo Lingwei put his hand into the quilt: "you wait for me, long journey, I go to arrange the carriage luggage, tomorrow morning, I will take you out of here."

Feng Shaojin: "good."

How nice!

At last his aim was achieved.

He was really hurt too much. If it wasn't for the special medicine, he would have died long ago. At this time, he heard that Mo Lingwei agreed to go back to the South with him, as if the people on the deathbed had achieved what they wanted, and his spirit relaxed.

He closed his eyes, fell asleep, and let go of her hand.

Mo Lingwei saw that his pupils were suddenly lax. She was so scared that she almost choked her breath. She put her finger under his nose and could detect the faint sound of breathing.

Mo Lingwei touched his pulse, put his arm back into the quilt, leaned over, and her pale lips fell on his forehead: "Shaojin, wait for me!"

She gathered up her black cloak and was about to go out. She saw that the charcoal fire in the room was about to run out. Fearing that Feng Shaojin would freeze, she grabbed the dagger on the table and went to the woods.

Gu Wei looked at the slender figure from a distance, and his heart was full of astringency.

How can a young lady who has never worked know which firewood is good to burn and which firewood is not suitable for lighting?

Fortunately, the things in the cabin were made by him from the beginning, warm porridge, burning charcoal fire, and necessary medical bags.

Otherwise, we don't know what the consequences will be.

Gu Wei anxiously looks at Mo Lingwei who is cutting branches from the tree and dragging her to the cabin, and sighs to herself.

Three days.

The young master said that as long as she could last three days, the young lady would be willing to leave the north and follow him back to Yuncheng, hoping that the young master's body could bear it....

Mo Lingwei dragged the long branches back to the cabin, broke them and threw them into the charcoal fire.

Without waiting for her to lie on the ground and blow hard, the thick smoke came out and shrouded in the narrow space.

Mo Ling Wei is choked big cough, the person on the bed is also smoked by smoke wake up, eyebrow Cu Cu, also light cough.

The cough involved the wound, and Feng Shaojin woke up, and her breathing was not smooth....

conclusion: Feng Shaojin's cough is related to the wound