Koi Fubao: Being loved by everyone on the road to escape from famine

At Fan Yanmu's invitation, Mo Xingjun sat down on the other side of him and did not seem to be in a hurry to leave immediately.

Xiao Zhixue pursed her lips and chose to remain silent in the face of these actions.

At this moment, Mo Xingjun's coughing broke out again, rapid and frequent. He quickly covered his mouth and nose with a delicate silk handkerchief, fearing that his illness would affect Fan Yanmu.

"Has your body not recovered yet?" There was a hint of sincere worry in Fan Yanmu's caring voice.

Mo Xingjun managed to even out his breath, his voice sounding a little weak: "It's an old injury, it can be temporarily suppressed after taking medicine."

As soon as he finished speaking, he took out a small porcelain bottle from his arms, poured out a few dark green pills, and swallowed them with difficulty.

Soon, the drug began to take effect, his breathing gradually became stable, and the pain on his face gradually dissipated.

Guo Mo looked at the weak figure in front of him, and the grief in his heart was like fallen leaves blown by the autumn wind, scattered all over the ground.

Even the experienced imperial doctors in the palace could only shake their heads and sigh, unable to do anything about this unknown disease.

Along the way, the shaking of the carriage seemed to aggravate the condition. Every vibration made the master's face paler and his breath weaker.

Guo Mo frowned, his eyes full of worry as he advised: "Master, shall we return to the carriage and take a rest? The journey ahead is long, and I am really worried about you, fearing that your body cannot bear it."

The outside world was completely unaware of this, and only Mo Xingjun himself knew that his life was like a candle in the wind, which could be extinguished at any time.

What worries him most is that the mastermind is still at large, and if the antidote is not found in time, he may not have much time left.

This chronic poison was so ingenious that even the imperial physicians found it difficult to identify it, which shows how vicious and clever the poisoner was.

Mo Xingjun leaned gently against the tree trunk, trying to draw a moment of tranquility and strength from nature, and said softly to Guo Mo: "The air in the carriage is blocked, let me breathe some fresh air here."

Hearing this, Guo Mo nodded silently and quietly found a place to sit down.

At this moment, Mo Xingjun felt curious.

The words just now sounded like someone reminding me that there was a smell of medicine in the carriage. Who said that?

If that woman could identify the scent of medicinal herbs on her body, she might actually know medical skills.

Mo Xingjun couldn't help but imagine that if there really was a secret doctor hidden in the team, he would definitely beg the doctor to take his pulse and uncover the mystery of the poison that had troubled him for so long.

He turned his head slowly, his eyes moving among the people who were resting. He saw the villagers sitting on the ground in groups of three or four, looking leisurely and contented. It seemed that no one noticed what was happening here.

That sentence seemed like an illusion, like a breeze, gently passing by my ears and then disappearing without a trace.

Mo Xingjun turned his gaze away with a hint of disappointment and smiled bitterly at himself. He thought he was too eager and naively thought that he could find a master who could crack the strange poison among this group of ordinary people.

Even the imperial doctors in the palace were at a loss, let alone these common people?

The moment Mo Xingjun sat down, Xiao Zhixue vaguely smelled the fragrance of medicine in the air, and her brows couldn't help but frown slightly.

She wondered what kind of person needed to take such a drug. This was obviously not an ordinary illness, but a sign of chronic poison.

If you are really discouraged, why not end it in a more direct way instead of choosing this slow and painful way?

Could it be that he had no idea about his own condition and actually took this chronic poison as a health-preserving substance?

Looking at Mo Xingjun's handsome and tall figure, Xiao Zhixue couldn't help but feel a little surprised. He looked so outstanding, but his mind seemed not to be agile enough.

As for his true identity, the fact that he had some connection with a figure like Fan Yanmu has led to a lot of speculation.

However, all this was of little interest to Xiao Zhixue. She chose to remain silent and not express any opinion.

Seeing that everyone had finished resting, the village chief urged everyone to get ready to continue on their journey.

Mo Xingjun reluctantly stood up, his eyes involuntarily falling on Fan Yanmu again, and he asked tentatively: "Master Fan, are you really unwilling to ride in the same carriage with me?"

Fan Yanmu remained calm and replied, "No, I'll just go with everyone else."

Faced with Fan Yanmu's polite refusal, Mo Xingjun did not force him. He just nodded slightly to show his understanding, then turned and walked towards the carriage.

However, after taking a few steps, a violent coughing fit suddenly came like a tide. This time the coughing was more violent than any previous one, almost tearing all the internal organs out of the chest.

Under the astonished gazes of the crowd, Mo Xingjun's body was shaking due to the violent coughing, and he looked extremely fragile.

Seeing this, Fan Yanmu reacted quickly and ordered Ying Yi: "Hurry up and help Mr. Mo get back to the carriage. There is no time to delay."

Ying Yi took swift steps forward with a solemn look on his face, and stretched out his hands almost at the same time as Guo Mo, and the two of them tried together to support the crumbling Mo Xingjun.

However, at this moment, Mo Xingjun suddenly burst into a long-suppressed cough, and then with a "puff", he spat out a mouthful of ink-black blood. The color was so deep that it was shocking.

His body seemed to have lost all strength. After a violent tremor, he fell limply, his eyes closed, and he fell completely into a coma.

Guo Mo's heart suddenly tightened, and he reflexively wrapped his arms around Mo Xingjun's weak body, his face filled with panic and helplessness.

The air around him seemed to freeze in an instant, leaving only the sound of his rapid breathing.

Faced with this sudden change, the personal bodyguard seemed so isolated and helpless, his mind was blank, and only the weight in his arms reminded him that he had to act.

After great effort and with the help of Yingyi's strong arms, the two finally lifted Mo Xingjun carefully into the spacious but unusually quiet carriage.

Although the space inside the car was small, a heavy atmosphere quickly spread as Mo Xingjun entered.

"What should we do? The master's health is getting worse and worse. If this continues, I'm afraid that before we reach Zhangzhou, we will..."

There was an anxiety and fear that was hard to conceal in Guo Mo's voice. He looked around and found that he had become the only support for Mo Xingjun. An indescribable feeling of despair surged in his heart.

The precious medicinal herbs that Mo Xingjun brought with him have been consumed over this period of time and are now only a few left. It is simply a pipe dream to find a doctor or extra medicine in this wilderness.

This anxiety was like a wildfire, causing Guo Mo's voice to unconsciously rise by several decibels. The urgency and worry in his voice penetrated the silent night sky, causing Zhou Shuqiong's heart to tighten not far away. She turned to look at her daughter, Xiao Zhixue, her eyes full of anticipation.