The villain is ill

"Servant Qiu Ting."

"Slave Dongmo."

"I've seen your son."

The two women in green clothes saluted one after another.

Good time?

Chu Mo looked at the wedding dress, his eyes paused at the cuffs and collar, "Put it down, I'll change it myself."

"The old housekeeper told me that we have to wash and dress up the young master ourselves." The servant girl said, "Please don't make things difficult for the servant girl, young master."

Chu Mo nodded, "Okay, I'll change my clothes first, you wait outside the door, and I'll call you in after I change."

"Ok."

After the two of them left the room and closed the door, Chu Mo unfolded the wedding dress and carefully saw the pattern clearly.

Although the stitching is slightly different, it is indeed a familiar pattern, exactly the same as the moiré that Chi Wushang often uses.

And the style of this dress is the same as the dress that Chu Mo prepared for him when he first entered Chi Wushang's family.

Obviously, Chi Wushang is very likely to be here.

Coming to this conclusion, Chu Mo couldn't help but cheer up a little.

Quickly changed clothes and called, "Come in."

Two maids opened the door and came in. Seeing Chu Mo's new image, their eyes lit up immediately, and they repeatedly boasted: "Young master really looks like a fairy descending from the world, exactly like the painting."

"Painting? What painting?" Chu Mo asked.

"My lord, don't listen to Qiu Ting's nonsense, there are no paintings." Dongmo pulled Qiu Ting, "Sit down first, I will tie your hair for you."

Qiu Ting was a little unhappy, and looked for a comb with her mouth curled up.

Seeing that the two of them were silent, Chu Mo didn't ask any more questions, but just figured out where Chi Wushang would be. Hearing what the two said, there might be another painting.

"Young master's hair is really nice, black and smooth." Qiu Ting boasted, "It's so long and it doesn't tangle at all. I've grown up so much, and I've never seen a man as beautiful as you. , I thought it was fabricated by the young master. I didn't expect there to be such a person as the young master."

Chu Mo said: "Master?"

"That's right, the young master painted your portrait, even the mole on the neck is exactly the same. Now that you have changed into the clothes painted on and combed your hair, it's hard to tell the difference." Qiu Ting said with a grin.

Chu Mo's heart moved, and he said calmly: "I am going to marry your young master today?"

"Yeah, but..."

"Qiu Ting." Dong Mo interrupted Qiu Ting's words.

Chu Mo didn't continue to ask.

He has basically judged at this moment that most of the people who are about to pay homage to him are too late.

Soon it was the auspicious time that the butler said, Chu Mo was covered with a thick hijab, and was led by two maids to the front hall.

There was a lot of people around, and the sound of suona was the sound of congratulations.

Standing in the middle of the hall, a piece of bright red silk was stuffed in Chu Mo's hand. He tilted his head slightly and looked along the silk, only to see that there was no one on the other end of the silk, but a big rooster tied to it.

The rooster is held in the arms of the housekeeper, with great momentum.

This discovery made Chu Mo a little uneasy.

Ordinary people do have the custom of a rooster worshiping the church, but the premise is that one party is unable to move or is dead.

Could it be that something happened to Chi Wushang?

Soon the worship was over, and Chu Mo was led to the back hall again.

Half a quarter of an hour later, a door opened in front of him, and the butler said, "My lord, please come in, the young master is waiting for you inside."

Chu Mo stepped across the threshold, and the door closed gently behind him.

Chu Mo raised his hand, took off the hijab on his head and put it aside, roughly watching the layout of the room.

At this time, there was no festive decoration in the room, and it looked very ordinary. The layout of the outside room was very simple. There was only a table and a few stools, and there were two rows of bookshelves against the wall, which were full of books.After entering the inner room, Chu Mo saw the painting hanging on the wall at a glance. In the snow all over the sky, under the Snowfall Pavilion, the young man in red looked back with a long sword in his hand, with a smile on his face.

Chu Mo recognized that it was the scene when he was 16 years old, waiting for Chi Wushang to come back by the pavilion after a sword practice.

Looking away from the painting, he looked at the only bed in the room, on which Chu Mo was all too familiar.

It's too late.

At this moment, Chi Wushang seemed to be in a coma, his face was pale, and his figure was so thin that Chu Mo had never seen before.

Evidently he was already very weak.

Chu Mo walked to the bed and gave the man his pulse.

The pulse condition is vain and intermittent, as if it is a sign of a dead pulse.

No wonder his family will find him someone to come back to congratulate him.

At first Chu Mo deduced about Chi Wushang's condition, but he was still a little surprised when he saw it. He expected that Chi Wushang's condition might not be very good, but he didn't expect it to be so bad.

If he comes one step later, I'm afraid he won't be able to find Chi Wushang again.

Putting the man's hand back, Chu Mo went out to write a prescription, opened the door, and said to the housekeeper who was guarding the door: "Help me prepare these things."

The housekeeper took the list, "My lord, what are you doing?"

"Don't you want me to treat your young master Chongxi? Wouldn't it be better for me to treat him directly?" Chu Mo smiled.

The butler pondered for a while, guessing that Chu Mo would not dare to harm anyone, "Okay, I'll go get ready."

Within two hours, what Chu Mo wanted was ready.

After countless experiences, Chu Mo roughly understands the principles of these illusions. Before they are punctured, everything inside is real, so the disease is also real.

Chi Wushang was different from him, he entered the country as a primordial spirit, and he would not really die if he died, but Chi Wushang entered the country with his real body, and death was really death.

As for why Chi Wushang, with his superb medical skills, confused himself into what he is now, Chu Mo can only find out when he wakes up.

The silver needles sank into Chi Wushang's back one by one, and Chu Mo asked the butler, who was staring straight at one side, "Is the medicine ready?"

The housekeeper hurriedly replied: "It's boiling, I'll go and have a look."

With the last silver needle inserted into the acupuncture point, Chu Mo mobilized the power of Yuanshen to infuse Chi Wushang's meridians, and began to dredge his messy true essence.

It’s not that he can’t heal him directly with his primordial spirit power, but Chu Mo’s primordial spirit has never recovered after many deaths, and Chi Wu’s injury is too serious to be cured at one time. It will save a lot of effort after opening the hole.

A quarter of an hour later, Chu Mo withdrew his hand and began to pull out the silver needles one by one. At this moment, his face was pale and his legs were trembling, but the hand that pulled out the needles remained motionless.

Finally pulling out the last silver needle, Chu Mo sat down on the edge of the bed, pulled up Chi Wushang's clothes, turned over and covered the quilt, raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, walked to the table and gave it to him with trembling hands. Pour yourself a cup of tea.

The water in the teapot was completely cold, but Chu Mo didn't care about it, took a few sips and sat down, only then realized that he was a little scared.

If he came a moment later, it might not be too late.

"My lord, here comes the medicine." Realizing that Chu Mo might really be able to save Chi Wushang, the butler became very considerate.

At this time, Chu Mo had already adjusted his mood. Apart from his pale face, there was nothing abnormal. He took the medicine bowl, "Please change a pot of hot tea for me."

"Okay, sir, wait a minute, I'll go right away." The housekeeper smiled and went out with the teapot in hand.

Chu Mo helped Chi Wushang to sit up halfway, and was about to give him medicine, but found that he was in a coma at the moment and couldn't drink it at all.

His eyes paused for a while on the medicine bowl and Chi Wushang's pale lips, Chu Mo was a little embarrassed.

Seeing that the medicine was getting cold, Chu Mo put the medicine bowl back on the cabinet, got up and sat behind Chi Wushang, let him half lean on him, brought back the medicine bowl, and said softly: "Master, I have offended you. "

Hearing a click, Chu Mo removed Chi Wushang's chin, raised the bowl and poured it into it, wrapped his fingers around Chi Wushang's chest, and with a flick of driving force, the bowl of medicine disappeared completely It was clean, and Chi Wushang swallowed it all.

He slightly raised his hand, and with another click, he put Chi Wushang's lower jaw back.

After putting down the medicine bowl, Chu Mo did not let Chi Wushang lie down immediately, but continued to let him lean against him, hooked his toes, picked out the spittoon under the bed and stood it on the ground, and patted Chi Wushang's back lightly, as if What are you waiting for.

Not long after, Chi Wushang's body shook violently, and he bent down to spit out a mouthful of black blood.

The black blood was impartial, and it happened to be spit into the spittoon.

Chi Wushang's blood didn't have any fishy smell, but there was a faint scent of pine in the air.

When the housekeeper came with a new teapot, he happened to see the scene where Chi Wushang vomited blood. He was frightened out of his wits for a moment, and the teapot in his hand fell to the ground, "Master, what's wrong, Master? Why are you vomiting blood? Are you Poisoned the young master?"

Chu Mo supported Chi Wushang to lie down again, "It's just some blood, let him sleep tonight, and he can wake up tomorrow."

Hearing the word "wake up" suddenly, the housekeeper swallowed his questioning words back into his throat, his eyes widened like a bull's-eye, "Really? Master will wake up tomorrow?"

Seeing Chu Mo nodding, the butler hurriedly looked at Chi Wushang's expression, and it was indeed much better than before, and immediately turned around a few times excitedly, "God bless, God bless, my son's great kindness, Chang Fu didn't I can’t forget it, I’m going to burn the paper and tell the master and madam.”

As he spoke, he quickly ran out of the room, not forgetting to pick up the teapot on the way, "Young master, wait a moment, I will ask the servant girl to bring you hot tea and rice right away."

Less than half a quarter of an hour later, the door was knocked again, and Qiu Ting Dongmo stood outside the door each holding a large tray, "My lord, we have brought you dinner."

Looking at more than a dozen dishes of various dishes, Chu Mo shook his head, "I can't eat that much, just leave a bowl of rice and two vegetarian dishes, and take the rest."

Qiu Ting said: "The steward personally ordered that the young master must eat well. If he knew that the young master used so little, he would blame the servants."

Chu Mo would not argue with the two little girls, nodded, "Okay, you guys go down."

"Yes."

After eating, Chu Mo went back to the inner room. It was already dark at this time. He lit the candlestick, and instead of looking at Chi Wushang on the bed, he began to count the books on his bookshelf.

Whenever there is a new understanding, Chi Wushang has always had the habit of recording, Chu Mo knows this very well, and soon he found Chi Wushang's record book.

The handwriting is familiar handwriting, but it looks extraordinarily scribbled. It is obvious that the person who wrote it was very irritable.

The writing habits also made Chu Mo feel a little strange.