Vol 3 Chapter 2725: Eating randomly

? Feng Nu's pale face barely squeezed a smile, "I don't blame you, I don't even know I will be allergic!"
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"Sister Yun, it's okay, we'll take her to the hospital now." Yi Feng comforted Sister Yun while picking up a wind slave, called Zhang Ergou, who was yawning, and rushed to the best hospital in the city.
Zhang Ergou feels that this wind slave is really a hot potato, and now I’m throwing her away, I’m afraid that the young lady and the young master wouldn’t agree, but it didn’t take long for me to pick up her, and I don’t know how many more moths will be dealt with in the days to come. !
They went to the best Chinese medicine hospital in Nanling Country, where Feng Qiang happened to be there, and his arm could not be retrieved because of broken tendons.
Yang Yun covered her face and wept bitterly. The medical expenses were paid by the bodyguard sent by Yi Feng. He thought that the young lady meant to help him treat.
The doctor came to call for the second fee again, and the bodyguard didn't have too much money with him, so he called to ask Steward Cheng for instructions, but Steward Cheng clearly stated that they don't need to take care of things that are strong. Therefore, the bodyguards are also preparing to withdraw. After all, his main task is to protect the young master and the young lady, not to help unrelated people in this hospital.
Yang Yun was wiping her tears secretly. Hearing that the person who was expecting him to pay for the medical bill was going to leave, she immediately grabbed their pants and refused to let them leave.
"Please, help us! If you leave, my family will die!"
As soon as Yi Long and Yi Feng walked into the emergency room with Feng Nu in their hands, Yang Yun saw them with sharp eyes.
"Dead girl, your father is about to leave, you can't save yourself! Just follow others and run away!"
Speaking of this, Yang Yun got angry. She got up from the ground and grabbed Feng Slave's hair: "You white-eyed wolf, I'm going to pull all your hair out today! Let you go out to see people faceless !"
Yi Feng listened to Yang Yun's nonsense, and there seemed to be countless anger erupting in her chest: "You stop me, haven't you seen her allergic?"
Yang Yun was thinking of her husband's arm in her heart. She was in no mood to care whether the wind slave was dead or alive. Now Ding Chu saw that there were large red rashes on Feng slave's face, neck, and even hands. o
Yang Yun hadn't seen this scene, and immediately stepped back in fright.
"Infectious disease! This must be an infectious disease! She just walked with you for a while and got the disease. Did you feed her some poison?"
Yi Long had never seen such an uncultivated woman. A cold eye cast fiercely over, and Yang Yun took a few steps back in fear. But she still doesn't forgive people, "How she said she was born in and raised in my family, if something happens, I want you to lose money!"
"What a lunatic! Brother, let's ignore her and take the wind slave to the doctor first."
Yi Long also felt that Feng Nu's mother was crazy about money, so he agreed with his sister and took Feng Nu to see a doctor first. It was important to save her life.
At this moment, a light sandalwood scent struck, and the smell was very refreshing. Listening to the speaker, this person seemed to know Feng Yumo.
A white shadow came from a distance, touching the ground without leaving a mark, and the clothes went without wind. The robe was white and spotless. Even the sky was ashamed to leave mottled shadows. His hair was jet-black, reflecting the poetic sheen of his pearly white neck under his bun. The breeze raised slightly, affecting the streamer he tied around his waist, such a detached person who could not eat the fireworks!
Lan Qing'er secretly admired, Mo Yan, as beautiful as ever.
Mo Yan glanced at her lightly, nodded slightly to express his gratitude, but did not speak. He walked straight to the bed, put his little bag aside, and took Feng Yumo's hand smoothly.
Pressed his finger on his wrist.
After a while, Mo Yan's brows wrinkled slightly, and a look of worry appeared in his eyes.
"Have you ever eaten foods with a lot of sugar in the past few days?" Mo Yan asked suddenly.
Feng Yumo looked at Lan Qing'er, pursing his lips.
"Foods with a lot of sugar?" Lan Qinger frowned slightly, and suddenly said as if thinking of something: "Yes, I ate sweet-scented osmanthus cake two days ago!"
Mo Yan glanced at Lan Qing'er, a flicker flashed across his face, but quickly calmed down. He lowered his head to look at Feng Yumo, and said in a condensed voice: "There is glutinous rice in the sweet-scented osmanthus cake. Nowhere, you must not eat it! So careless!"
"It doesn't get in the way. Neto" Feng Yumo tried to squeeze a smile and said with relief.
Lan Qing'er felt more and more sorry, bowed her head and twisted her clothes. Feng Yumo was very attracted to her and loved her very much. Every time she caught the food in his bowl, she obediently ate nothing, knowing that Goose paw can't be eaten, but he never mentions it, hey...he is so stupid. No matter how much you love her, you can't make fun of her life.
Although the person who does not know is not guilty, it is because he indirectly made Feng Yumo weak. Lan Qinger naturally blames herself very much: "I'm sorry..."
Mo Yan moved his gaze from the bedside to Lan Qing'er's face. He stared at her silently. Then, a smile appeared on Jun's face: "Fortunately, I found it early and it doesn't get in the way."
"Huh?" If it doesn't get in the way, why does Feng Yumo get so hurt?
"His Royal Concubine needn't be anxious to blame herself, and His Royal Highness will not endanger his life."
"Really? Is it really okay?" Lan Qing'er asked repeatedly, urgently and impatiently.
"His Royal Concubine is really concerned about the injuries of His Royal Highness. Presumably, although His Highness is hurt, he still feels sweet in his heart. Right? His Royal Highness?" Mo Yan said slowly, and glanced at the phoenix beside the bed inadvertently. Yu Mo.
When Feng Yumo saw the conversation between the two and Mo Yan's interested eyes, he felt extremely distressed. Facing the question that Mo Yan threw, he suddenly didn't know how to answer.
Perceiving the abnormal atmosphere, Feng Yumo said to Lan Qing'er: "Dear rest assured, this Mr. Mo Yan is my best friend, and only he can see my illness, so as long as he is there, I will be fine. Yes. Just now Alan...Alan said what pastries are going to be made, you...you might go and see if he makes them."
After Lan Qing'er listened, she felt gloomy. This was clearly an opportunity to help her leave.
"but"
"No but," Feng Yumo said, he didn't want Lan Qing'er to stay here for a moment. Feng Yumo admitted that he had a guilty conscience. He didn't know where this inexplicable guilty conscience came from. Maybe he was afraid that Mo Yan was really interested in Lan Qing'er. Maybe he was afraid that Lan Qing'er would suddenly recognize Mo Yan again. In short, he There is only one thought now, and that is to let her go. This only slightly selfish thought has been generated, and in the next second, the chasing order is issued: "My dear, go ahead."
Mo Yan's retort was immediately interrupted by Mo Yan: "The crown prince's condition must not be delayed. If there is any further delay, I am afraid that the poison will invade the internal organs. At that time, even Mo Yan can do nothing."
Although Lan Qing'er was full of grievances, business was ahead. At this moment, what could be more important than saving Feng Yumo's life.
So she said: "His Royal Highness, I will go now."
After speaking, he turned to Mo Yan and said, "Then trouble Mr. Mo Yan."
Feng Yumo kept looking at Lan Qing'er out of the door, but the gloomy eyes gradually faded.
Mo Yan nodded and chuckled: "Look
Come, you still care about this prospective concubine. "
Feng Yumo smiled weakly, suddenly, he put away his smile: "Mo Yan, why did you come here?"
Mo Yan took out three light blue injection vials from his bag, and another three vials. Then, he inserted the injection vials into the three bottles respectively, and then replied to Feng Yumo: "I will go in three days. I’m in Qizhou. I made a special trip to see you this time. I didn’t expect it to happen by chance."
"How is that going? Is there any eyebrow?" Feng Yumo asked seriously again.
Mo Yan pondered a little, and replied: "Slightly eyebrows. Those officers and soldiers who were in prison have already returned to their hometowns and cannot find them all. It will take a while to find the truth."
A trace of disappointment flashed across Feng Yumo's eyes, and he asked again, "What are you doing in Jingzhou this time?"
Mo Yan didn't answer, he took out the injection bottles one by one, then leaned over and plunged the injection bottles into different acupoints on Feng Yumo's body.
The injection bottle was pierced into the acupuncture point, Feng Yumo immediately rushed to stretch his muscles and veins, and the suffocation in his chest and abdomen was also relieved, and even his body became slightly warm.
"The demon lotus is extremely poisonous, and if you care about it, it will be fatal. Although the injury on your back looks healed, but the poisonous gas has already existed in the body and cannot be completely eliminated. What you can do now is slowly Conditioning, the poison gas will gradually dissolve over time.
Mo Yan seems to have forgotten Feng Yumo’s problem just now. He took out the injection bottle, wiped it with a clean soft cloth, and soaked the injection bottle in the bottle for a while. Take it out and put it into the acupuncture point.
Mo Yan did it extremely seriously, with long fingers dexterously and freely, with balanced strength. He said to himself, "I can cook this medicine for a whole month. Although it has a temporary relief effect, it still cannot be cured. Therefore, it is all up to you to pay more attention in the ordinary day. Do you love the concubine? What's wrong, but you can't spoil yourself, that will hurt yourself."
Feng Yumo took a long sigh of relief. He felt that his body was obviously getting better at this moment. He said, "My dear, I've been working hard these days. I bring tea and water every day. If I don't like food anymore, then I really feel right. Live her."
"Does it mean that you have killed your own life to call love? Have you forgotten that you still have important things?" Mo Yan's tone suddenly became cold.
For a moment, Mo Yan sighed and continued, "I will help you with that matter. You should rest assured that you can heal your wounds. You are not so lucky every time."
Mo Yan was right, no matter what, this life must be left, because there are more important things waiting for him to complete. After Feng Yumo listened, he immediately shut up and stopped speaking.
The kitchen is filled with steam.
A Lan's slender figure keeps busy, but Lan Qing'er sits on the stool blankly, holding his chin in both hands, with an absent-minded expression on his face.
"His Royal Concubine, do you want to add so much sugar in this steamed cake?"
"His Royal Concubine, should the eggs be directly beaten into the flour or poured into the flour after being stirred?"
"His Royal Concubine, I heard Xiaoyu say that you like to eat sweet-scented osmanthus cakes, then I'll put some sweet-scented osmanthus, do you think this works?
"His Royal Concubine, His Royal Highness has never eaten osmanthus cake before, but today, but for the first time actively wanting to eat it, it seems that it was influenced by His Royal Highness."
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Alan chattered non-stop while doing things, and his busy hands knocked the dishes and chopsticks loudly.
Today, the imperial concubine and the imperial concubine said that he would teach him how to make steamed cakes.
However, these noisy sounds seemed to have no effect on Lan Qing'er. She was like a wooden person, her eyes straightened, and she sat motionless.