Quickly traverse the host, his weak constitution

Go, blood was all over his body, Xie Zao opened his eyes and looked at the trembling roof of the carriage, his mind was dizzy.

His hands were tied tightly, and his body had no strength because of the fever. He struggled a few times, but his hands were only made more painful by the rough rope, which was helpless, so he simply stopped struggling.

He felt that his body temperature was getting higher and higher, his whole body was aching and hot, he couldn't tell whether it was cold sweat or hot sweat, his clothes were soaked through, sticking sticky to his body, it was extremely uncomfortable.

His mind seemed to be floating on a cloud, he fell asleep after a while, and woke up painfully because of the itching in his throat that wanted to cough.

His body was weak and he couldn't lift any strength. He coughed and panted slowly and with difficulty, as if he couldn't get a quick death. Sliding down with a warm itching.

Xie Zao felt a little confused that the warmth was gradually cooling down, as if he was feeling his own life passing away slowly, his eyes were reddened with some discomfort, and the eyelashes were moist.

The warm evening sun fell into the embrace of the broad mountains, and the stars rushed to the endless night sky.

Twilight was everywhere, and night gradually invaded the small carriage.

During the day, the mosquitoes that were silent in the deep mountain bushes came out to look for food, smelling the sweetness of blood, they flew into the four-in-one carriage in groups.

The strong and sturdy mosquitoes buzzed around this defenseless delicacy, dividing their mouths.

Numb and itchy, his hands and feet could not be scratched by help, and he was slaughtered and sucked like a fish on a chopping board.

After a while, dense red dots appeared on the exposed skin, swelling, pain, and itching.

Xie Zao opened his chapped lips, his cheeks were red and hot, and he blinked his eyelashes trying to drive away the mosquitoes flying on his face.

The tip of the ear was bitten, the eyelid was bitten, the forehead and the cheek were also bitten, Xie Zao twisted his body in pain, his instep stretched out a fragile arc.

He struggled impatiently, and spit out another mouthful of blood while his heart was surging. The sweet smell of blood attracted more mosquitoes.

Xie Zao cried aggrievedly, the pain of high fever and hemoptysis, coupled with the unbearable itching, mixed with the sadness of being abandoned for half a month, gathered into a surging torrent, breaking through the shackles of the final defense line in the bottom of my heart, in my ears It exploded with a bang.

He broke down and cried. Even though he tried his best and his face was flushed when howling, he only made a slight crying sound, not even a mosquito was disturbed.

Tears slid pitifully from the corners of his eyes, washing away some of the coagulated blood, leaving mottled blood marks on his cheeks, as if someone had shed tears of blood.

The driver was wearing a black hat and cloak, and his face was covered with a black cloth. He just lashed his whip hard and stared at the road ahead without turning his eyes.

An ordinary-looking carriage drove so fast for two days and two nights.

Xie Zao hadn't run out of water for two days, and he still had a high fever. He was already unconscious and incontinent. Mosquitoes and flies were buzzing in the small carriage, emitting an unpleasant smell.

Xie Zao's consciousness has long been unclear, and only his instinctive will to survive made him struggle and hang on for a while.

In the early morning, there was a carriage galloping on the official road in the deep forest, and the violent sound of horseshoes made the surrounding birds flee in all directions.

Suddenly, there was the sound of feathered arrows piercing through the air—shooting out from the shady deep forest, and precisely landed on the four forelegs of the two horses and the driver who was driving the horses.

The two horses neighed in pain, and fell to their knees. The carriage was pulled to a sudden brake, and the noose was snapped and thrown out.The coachman was shot in the chest, and fell straight from the carriage to the ground, motionless.

The carriage crashed down on one side of the mountain wall, Xie Zao was hit hard again, there was a sharp pain in his chest, and a big mouthful of blood slipped from the corner of his mouth.

Xie Zao breathed weakly and half-opened his eyes, slumped on the ground, watching the slight movement of the car curtain.

A hand as cold and white as jade lifted the curtain of the car, and Xiao Mo's face as cold as jade appeared in Xie Zao's sight.

Xie Zao's breath was stagnant, and his eyes looked at Qing Jue's face with some attachment.

"You're here." He opened his mouth slightly, but no sound came out.

Xiao Mo was wearing a moon-white white robe which was rare today. The man seemed to be a little thinner, and the robe was a little loose, but he showed a bit of innocence and beauty, like a desolate immortal who had fallen into the mortal world. Indifference to worldly immaturity.

But now, someone who is not stained with dust has come to save him.

Xiao Mo glanced at the condition of the little emperor, his beautiful and cold face was full of distress and anger.

He was stunned for a long time, and then he knelt down beside Xie Zao with shaking hands and red eyes, not caring about the filth here, and hugged him carefully in his arms.

The white robe carefully wiped Xie Zao's bloody and sweaty face, and there was a hint of fragility in his voice: "Morning, I'm here, I'm here, I'm late."

Xie Zao whimpered and cried, but none of the tears flowed out, only the red eyes were red.

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The little emperor vomited blood three times a day (85)

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Xie Zao, like a baby bird that has finally found an attachment, vented his fear and fear in Xiao Mo's arms for the past few days. Xiao Mo clumsily said words to comfort the child, while gently patting the little emperor's back with his big palm.

In the familiar scent of cold plum, Xie Zao's tense spirit finally collapsed, and he fell asleep with ease, with a faint smile on his mouth.

In the twilight of the morning light, in the cool mood of Xia Lu's wet skirt, someone in plain white clothes came and held his hand to save him from life and death.

His Xiao Mo, finally.

Come save him.

Xiao Mo waited for the person to sleep more peacefully, and then slowly supported the messy carriage, and slowly straightened his stiff legs that had not been moved for a long time and stood up.

He carried him out with a cold face.

After the incident that day, the assassination of Lin Zhi was unsuccessful, but Prince Lian's Gu Chong still fell on Lin Zhi.

As for Lin Zhi, now he has become inhuman and ghostly, dragging his broken body and comatose on the bed for nearly half a month.The Gu worms had been killed by Xu Jiayou with a secret technique of the bereaved family, but there was no way to cure the poison left in his body.

But there is also good news, Xu Jiayou has found a way.

Xiao Mo lowered his head to look at the person who was huddled in his arms with a weak breath, his eyes were darkened, and his expression was hard to discern.

He hugged the person on his body even tighter, looking at the dry weeds on the side of the road, an arc flashed across his dark eyes.

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Li Kingdom Palace.

Zemu Palace.

Xiao Mo looked deeply at the purple-black pinch marks on the little emperor's neck, the bruises all over his body, and the dense red and swollen bumps. The cold air from his body almost condensed into ice.

When he was bathing the little emperor, the congealed blood stains washed out a pool of bright red blood, and his hands couldn't help shaking at that time.

Xiao Mo came out of the shower himself, and was about to apply medicine to the little emperor. He looked at the person on the couch with soft brows and dull eyes, and the coldness on his face dissipated a little.

The slender jade-like hands with well-defined bones gently probed the rough and callused finger pulps, carefully applying ointment on the scarred body.

Xie Zao felt a little itchy, and opened his eyes with difficulty.

Xiao Mo's voice was steady, but his eyes were bright: "Are you awake?"

Xie Zao nodded, looked at the familiar environment around him, felt a little complicated for a moment, and couldn't say a thousand words, so he just said dully: "Thank you for coming to save me."

Xiao Mo leaned over and hugged him in his arms, the strong scent of cold plums gave him a sense of security, his indifferent brows and eyes softened as if covered by a mist, and he said softly word by word:

"I didn't protect you well."

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The third day after Xie Zao was rescued back to the palace.

Thank you for waking up early the next day.

Inside the Begonia Hall.

Lin Zhi lay pale on the huge bright red bed.

The originally bright and beautiful figure was like a flower that suddenly withered, and the whole person became visibly thinner with the naked eye. His cheeks were sunken, and his skin was the unique cyanosis after poisoning.

Lying unconscious on the bed, with no trace of the vivid pride left in the past, imprisoned in the nightmare and unable to extricate himself, the pale lips opened and closed, making a faint raving sound, and the cold sweat disturbed by the nightmare invaded a large area on the bright red bed. Dark traces.

The expression on his face was painful and fragile, his lips were pale and purple, and he was lying upright on the bed, like a proud peony that was about to wither and fall into mud.

Xiao Mo stood in front of the couch for a long time, his slender and thick eyelashes blurred into a shadow, he bent down after a while, and gently brushed away Lin Zhihan's black hair that was resting on his pale cheeks.

His complexion is heavy, with a frosty color that can almost freeze everything.But when his eyes fell on the person in front of the bed, his eyes began to change, and the condensed eyebrows and eyes turned into a softness like the dawn of spring.

Lin Zhi is someone who has been by his side since he started his revenge. Over the years, he has known each other and fought against each other, and has long surpassed the relationship of ordinary friends.

They are close friends who are almost lovers, watching and helping each other.

"Is there no other way?"

Xiao Mo looked at Lin Zhi distressedly, his bony knuckles resting on the edge of the bed.

His gaze couldn't help but drift across the void again, looking towards a distant place, revealing a sense of irritability and deep hidden fear.

He thought of the little emperor's blood-stained face when he rescued the man the day before yesterday, and his hand that was weakly pulling the corner of his clothes, and he felt a little bit reluctant and guilty.

He tilted his head slightly, facing the person at the foot of the couch who was giving needles to Lin Zhi's leg.

Half of Xu Jiayou's face was under the bright candlelight, and the other half of his face was covered by the shadow of the bed curtain. The corner of his mouth that was hiding in the dark was slightly hooked, provoking a mocking arc.

The best of both worlds, why can I give it to you?

He turned his face to Xiao Mo, with a doctor's expression on his face.