Xin Moer, who had already woken up in the house and was dozing with her eyes closed, nervously opened her eyes.
The magic stick is here?
Couldn't he tell at a glance that her soul didn't belong to this time and space at all?
What to do? What to do?
Wouldn't the people here regard her as a monster?
In order to bring her virtuous and kind-hearted qualities into full play, in order not to let others say that she, as a crown princess, was indifferent to her niece's condition, and even more so, she wanted to know the extent of Xin Mo'er's injuries last night.
Zuo Wan also begged Feng Qingjue to take her to Xin Moer's door early in the morning.
For a moment, Xin Moer's door seemed extremely lively. Almost everyone who should be there or not was gathered outside her door.
"How is little donor Mo'er's physical condition now?" The first person to speak was Master Fanyin.
There was no sound coming from the room.
It stands to reason that with so many people gathered outside the door, no matter how snooty the owner of the room is, it is time to get up at this time.
Master Fanyin's voice is full of ancient vicissitudes, deep and kind. It is very pleasant to listen to and makes people feel refreshed after listening to it.
Xin Mo'er has always liked listening to people's opinions. She felt that this old man should be regarded as a wise man. So many people respected him, so there must be a reason to respect him.
Lan Yin did not expect that Master Fanyin would come to see the little princess in person. There are many people in this world who want to get Master Fanyin's favor but cannot get it. Many people hope that Master Fanyin can make a fortune, predict the future, or predict the future.
Are there any natural disasters in recent years? What should we avoid? Or what direction should we develop to achieve better luck?
It's a pity that Master Fanyin has decided all of them, simply because he hasn't found the destined person who should do the divination.
That is the so-called destined person.
Just when Lan Yin was hesitating whether to let him in, the door to the next room was opened, and Feng Qingcang walked over slowly, not as polite as others when they saw him, as if he was an old friend.
He asked calmly, "I wonder how Master Fanyin has time to see Mo'er."
"I heard that the little benefactor was stabbed at the foot of the mountain last night. The poor monk was worried about the little benefactor, so he came to take a look." Then he glanced at the people behind him and said calmly, "Since everyone is here, let's go in and take a look."
Feng Qingcang nodded and pushed the door open first, and everyone followed him in.
I didn't see her figure on the bed, but I saw Xin Mo'er wrapped her whole body tightly in a quilt, with only a pair of big shining eyes exposed, standing by the bed, sneezing from time to time.
When the few people who came in behind saw her like this, they all froze on the spot and didn't understand why she was dressed like this.
"Xiao Mo'er, what's wrong with you? Is it because the toxins haven't been cleaned out after being poisoned last night?" Feng Qingyu looked at her nervously and stepped forward to pull off the quilt cover from her body.
Xin Moer quickly took two steps back, avoiding his hand, pinching her nose as if she was weak, and said, "I have a cold, I can't bear the cold. Don't touch me, I might infect you."
Zuo Wan looked at her carefully for a while, then took a step forward, looked at her with gentle concern, and whispered, "Mo'er, the more you catch a cold, the more ventilated you are. If you do this, you will only get sicker."
"Cough! Cough!" Xin Mo'er coughed twice uncomfortably at her, then took a step closer to Zuo Wan, looking thoughtful and sad, "Maybe I don't have a simple cold..."
"Cough! Cough!" He coughed twice more, "Maybe it's the lungs...cough."
Zuo Wan's originally dignified and beautiful face suddenly changed, and she immediately retreated five meters away, for fear of being infected. Thinking of being so close to her just now, Xin Moer even coughed at herself twice, and the foul smell was definitely spreading.
When he got it into his mouth, he quickly wiped his mouth.
After that, he felt that his behavior was too drastic, and said with an embarrassed face, "Well, you need to see a doctor when you are sick. Only by seeing a doctor can you get better soon... Why don't you ask a doctor?"
Nangong Yun's face was full of doubts, and he looked at Xin Mo'er with a look of inquiry.
Feng Qingyu grabbed Xin Moer's hand directly, "Let's go! I'll take you down the mountain to find the doctor!"
This pig brain!
Xin Mo'er cursed in her heart and tried to get out, but he held her tightly, so hard that it hurt, and she couldn't get out no matter what.
Not only is he a pig-brained person, he is also a stupid guy who doesn’t know how to show mercy to her!
This is Xin Moer's evaluation of Feng Qingyu.
Feng Qingcang saw Feng Qingyu's hand on Xin Mo'er's arm, his eyes darkened, he moved his feet lightly, and came between Xin Mo'er and Feng Qingyu, and aimed his hand at the numb hole on Feng Qingyu's arm.
Clicked lightly.
Feng Qingyu's hand suddenly let go due to pain.
"This is Nanfan Temple, not your home. Pay attention to your image." Feng Qingcang looked at him coldly and displeased.
Feng Qingyu's hand had not yet regained consciousness. With his other undamaged hand, he held the hand that had been pricked and stared at him, "I just care about the little girl. What's wrong? Is that wrong?
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Feng Qingcang turned around and stopped looking at him, leaving him angry and unable to express himself.
"Does the little donor really have a cough?" Master Fanyin's eyes as deep as dry wells seemed to be able to penetrate everyone's inner world, and they were sharply locked on Xin Mo'er's big eyes.
"Cough...cough..." Xin Mo'er felt a little guilty and worried that he would see through it. She coughed twice and said, "It's probably just a common cold. Thank you for your concern, Master. This Nanfan Temple is full of Buddha photos. I believe it."
With the care of the master, no matter how serious the condition is, it will be cured in one day."
"The little donor is joking." Master Fanyin declined.
Feng Qingjue's eyes had not moved away since Xin Mo'er came in. After examining her for a long time, she came to the conclusion that there was no cold at all on her body.
It should be a hickey from someone, such as Feng Qingcang.
The day before yesterday, he saw with his own eyes Feng Qingcang and her embracing and kissing each other affectionately.
Last night, Feng Qingcang took the initiative to move from the south courtyard to the north courtyard, and even lived next door to Xin Moer. There was no other man in this courtyard.
Who knows if the two of them were overly sexual last night, which was why Xin Moer couldn't see anyone today.
Xin Mo'er felt as if she had been bitten by ants when she was looked at by Feng Qingjue's incomprehensible gaze. She turned around unhappily and turned her back to him.
And her actions made Feng Qingjue even more certain that something must have happened between her and Feng Qingcang last night. This was a sign of her shyness.
"Mo'er, is it really Fenghan?" Feng Qingjue walked around in front of her, looked at her with interest, then looked at Feng Qingcang, his eyes moved around the two of them, and finally fell on Xin Mo'er,
He said with a tone of voice, "Or, what did Mo'er do last night, so she's embarrassed to see people today?"