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

"All of you stay outside and wait. Remember not to spy. Otherwise, you will be distracted and it will be difficult for me to save you."

Guo Mo turned to look at Fan Yanmu, only to see him nod slightly, obviously having complete trust in Xiao Zhixue.

At this time, Ying Yi, who had been silent at the side, spoke in praise: "Miss Xiao's medical skills are superb, which is rare. My master was poisoned in the past, and it was thanks to Miss Xiao's miraculous hands that he recovered."

Guo Mo was shocked. It turned out that Fan Yanmu had also been suffering from drugs and was cured by Xiao Zhixue in front of him.

Xiao Zhixue turned her eyes slightly and looked around, only to see that the herbs in the field had grown more lush under her careful care.

She moved and stepped into the magical space, picked up a few herbs at random, and then took out some medicines from modern society from her sleeve. She skillfully mixed the two and slowly simmered them over a special fire.

In this isolated place where time is accelerated, the pill quickly took shape and solidified.

When she returned to reality, Xiao Zhixue gently pried open Mo Xingjun's lips and slowly put the pill containing vitality into his mouth.

When the pill touched the tip of the tongue, it turned into a stream of clear water, penetrating into Mo Xingjun's body, bringing a cool feeling.

Soon, Mo Xingjun took a deep breath, slowly opened his eyes, and looked at the unfamiliar environment in the carriage in confusion, until he noticed the indifferent woman beside him.

Just as he tried to struggle to get up, he was stopped by Xiao Zhixue's gentle but firm gesture.

"Don't worry, it's better to take the medicine first."

Xiao Zhixue comforted him softly while pouring out two brightly colored pills from a porcelain bottle and handed them to Mo Xingjun, her tone revealing a firmness that brooked no room for rebuttal.

Mo Xingjun stared at the two bright red pills with sharp eyes, vigilance and curiosity intertwined in his deep eyes, "Who are you? What is this?"

To prevent others from hearing, Xiao Zhixue leaned close to Mo Xingjun's ear and whispered, "I am just a wandering person, and the medicine is to remove the poison in your body. It's up to you to believe it or not."

After saying this, she leaned casually against the wall of the carriage and put the unused pills back into the porcelain bottle, her demeanor revealing a sense of uninhibitedness and confidence.

Mo Xingjun's eyes were fixed on her face. Recalling the implicit and profound words in the carriage, his mind suddenly became clear. The person in front of him was undoubtedly the incarnation of the mysterious speaker.

When she mentioned the antidote, she seemed to have seen through the secret that he was suffering from the poison, which made Mo Xingjun feel a little confused and alert.

"How did you know I was poisoned?" he asked tentatively.

Xiao Zhixue's fingers gently stroked the porcelain bottle, her eyes focused and deep, "Not only did I see signs of poisoning in you, but I also detected traces of chronic toxins in the medicines you take daily."

As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Xingjun's heart suddenly tightened.

It turned out that his declining health since taking the medicine was not an accidental misfortune, but the product of a carefully planned conspiracy.

He originally thought that this was just a conflict between the side effects of the drugs and the toxins lurking in the body. He never expected that even the life-saving drugs he carried with him and regarded as a lifeline were quietly lurking with deadly traps.

This betrayal was like ice piercing his heart, making him unbelievable - the imperial physician Wang, who was trusted by everyone, actually dared to kill the person who promoted him!

He closed his deep eyes slightly and took a deep breath of the turbid air that was filled with hope for life.

"Give me the medicine."

These three short words contain unquestionable majesty and determination.

Seeing that Mo Xingjun was finally willing to accept treatment, Xiao Zhixue felt relieved and carefully poured out two round and shiny pills from the cloth bag.

Taking the pills, Mo Xingjun's eyes were like sharp swords as he carefully examined these small balls that were related to life and death. Then, without any hesitation, he decisively put them into his mouth and let them slide into the unknown abyss.

The moment the pill touched the gastric juice, a burst of hot energy spread from the abdomen to every part of his limbs like wildfire. Sweat beads rushed out from every pore, soaking his clothes like heavy rain.

However, in this baptism of sweat, a long-lost comfort began to permeate his whole body. The oppressive feeling that had been following him like a shadow gradually melted away. The severe cough that had tormented him for many days disappeared silently like the remaining winter snow meeting the spring sun.

Mo Xingjun originally had no hope in Xiao Zhixue's abilities. After all, what could a weak woman do in such a chaotic world?

Staring at Xiao Zhixue, Mo Xingjun's eyes flickered with complex emotions.

How could she, a girl of only sixteen or seventeen, possess such superb medical skills that she could not only accurately diagnose what kind of poison he was in, but also prepare a cure in a short period of time?

Xiao Zhixue didn't seem to care about Mo Xingjun's inquiring gaze.

As the sweat gradually stopped, Mo Xingjun slowly sat up, with a hint of curiosity and respect in his tone: "Excuse me, young lady, may I ask your name? Can you tell me a little?"

Xiao Zhixue was quick-witted and realized that this was a great opportunity to learn the identity of the mysterious man in front of her.

Before this, she had tried many times to get answers from Fan Yanmu, but never succeeded.

Perhaps, this opportunity would allow her to get some clues from another mouth.

The corners of her mouth drew up a gentle smile: "My name is Xiao Zhixue, may I ask your name? I see that you have a close relationship with Fan Yanmu, so I guess your position should be below his, right?"

Mo Xingjun's gaze fell on Xiao Zhixue's face, which was smiling like a crescent moon.

He secretly wondered whether Fan Yanmu had revealed his identity as the crown prince.

As an inspector who secretly went to Zhangzhou to investigate Xuanyutang, his identity should not be revealed easily.

After a moment's silence, Mo Xingjun raised his head and said, "I am Mo Xingjun. I am indeed familiar with Fan Yanmu, but my position is slightly lower than his."

Having said that, Mo Xingjun stopped talking abruptly, unwilling to delve further into his identity and background.

Faced with Mo Xingjun's avoidance of the question, Xiao Zhixue did not force it.

In fact, what she cared most about was completing the treatment and getting the due compensation. As for this person's relationship with Fan Yanmu and his background, it was not information that she needed to know.

She gently placed a porcelain bottle in Mo Xingjun's hand, her eyes focused, her tone gentle and serious: "Here are thirty pills, three times a day, one pill each time, remember not to take too many for the sake of momentary pleasure."

Mo Xingjun took the porcelain bottle, his eyes full of gratitude towards Xiao Zhixue. He was about to open his mouth to thank her, but was interrupted by her next words.

Xiao Zhixue's smile faded, her expression straightened, and she said seriously, "No need to thank me, let's just talk about the medical fees and medicine costs."

This turn of events made Mo Xingjun slightly surprised. He saw Xiao Zhixue's expression quickly switch to a serious one like a businessman, followed by a bargaining over the cost. This scene made him feel both ridiculous and funny.