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I haven't talked with my brother freely for a long time. Today, I finally found time to chat with my brother about the situation in Yuecheng and the information collected by my brother about the Mohist School in Jincheng. I'm still a little excited.
Unexpectedly, the store owner shook his head: "the young master is not in the inn."
Mo Siyu wondered, "where did he go?"
"This..." the shopkeeper paused for a moment and answered decisively: "I don't know."
"I don't know?"
"The little one has no right to intervene in the affairs of the master." The store put a lot of delicious and delicious food on the table.
Mo Siyu could only step back and ask for the second place: "then call aunt Yun San and I'll have a chat with her."
The shop owner said with a sorry face: "recently, there has been a lot of trouble. Miss Yun and Mr. Luo are both too busy to be in the shop."
Mo Siyu: "in this case, what's the meaning of staying here?
Mo Siyu put away the bottles and jars he had brought, and planned to go to the priest's house. He took the initiative to go to the high priest to help the city Lord solve some of the people's sufferings.
The guards of the Chu family only ensured Mo Siyu's safety in Chu Chuyan's advice, but they did not dare to restrict her movement. They had to follow Mo Siyu to the priesthood house...
in the side hall of the saint's palace.
Hu Yueru sent out all the people who were waiting for her, closed the door, sat in front of the Western mirror, took off her shirt, and showed her shoulder bound by cotton cloth. Her eyes were cold.
The soup on the table had been drunk clean. She looked at the plaster sent by the Hu family and bit by bit tore open the white cotton cloth wrapping the wound.
Bloody shoulder exposed, cut off the carrion of the wound more shocking.
It's just that there's no smell of rotten meat a few days ago.
She felt her forehead, which was still feverish, with one arm drooping and the other hand tearing the white cotton cloth stained with blood from the wound.
"Cut the flesh and pick the bone..." behind him came the man's deep voice full of heartache, "you told me that you just suffered a little injury, already well, we don't owe each other.
This is the wound you've already healed? "
Mo Chengyue stands behind her, and her eyes fall on the shocking wound in the Western mirror.
Hu Yueru smell speech, suddenly turned around, because the action is too big, tear to the wound, pain of her stuffy hum.
The other hand grabbed the cotton cloth on the table and was about to cover the wound. The action was slow. The wrist was held by Mo Chengyue, who flashed over. "Don't move, I'll bandage you."
Hu Yueru looked at the closed door and window and lowered her voice: "how did you get in?"
"Although the guard here is still strict, it can't stop me. I wanted to see you, so I came." Mo Chengyue glances at the wound medicine on the table, picks up a bottle, opens the bottle cap, and sprinkles the powder on the wound on her shoulder.
Women are still a pair of unprepared appearance, but the forehead exudation of sweat wet wet scattered in front of the forehead of the ink hair.
Mo Chengyue put her on the chair and sat down, "don't move, I'll wrap it up for you soon."
The man's hand is sharp. After seriously checking her shoulder, he quickly tied the clean white cotton cloth around her wound and put on her clothes.
"Why don't you tell me the truth?" If he hadn't noticed something wrong with her at the top of the snow mountain last time, and didn't know when she would be delayed, Mo Chengyue was full of love: "if he had been treated earlier, it wouldn't have been like this...
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I haven't talked with my brother freely for a long time. Today, I finally found time to chat with my brother about the situation in Yuecheng and the information collected by my brother about the Mohist School in Jincheng. I'm still a little excited.
Unexpectedly, the store owner shook his head: "the young master is not in the inn."
Mo Siyu wondered, "where did he go?"
"This..." the shopkeeper paused for a moment and answered decisively: "I don't know."
"I don't know?"
"The little one has no right to intervene in the affairs of the master." The store put a lot of delicious and delicious food on the table.
Mo Siyu could only step back and ask for the second place: "then call aunt Yun San and I'll have a chat with her."
The shop owner said with a sorry face: "recently, there has been a lot of trouble. Miss Yun and Mr. Luo are both too busy to be in the shop."
Mo Siyu: "in this case, what's the meaning of staying here?
Mo Siyu put away the bottles and jars he had brought, and planned to go to the priest's house. He took the initiative to go to the high priest to help the city Lord solve some of the people's sufferings.
The guards of the Chu family only ensured Mo Siyu's safety in Chu Chuyan's advice, but they did not dare to restrict her movement. They had to follow Mo Siyu to the priesthood house...
in the side hall of the saint's palace.
Hu Yueru sent out all the people who were waiting for her, closed the door, sat in front of the Western mirror, took off her shirt, and showed her shoulder bound by cotton cloth. Her eyes were cold.
The soup on the table had been drunk clean. She looked at the plaster sent by the Hu family and bit by bit tore open the white cotton cloth wrapping the wound.
Bloody shoulder exposed, cut off the carrion of the wound more shocking.
It's just that there's no smell of rotten meat a few days ago.
She felt her forehead, which was still feverish, with one arm drooping and the other hand tearing the white cotton cloth stained with blood from the wound.
"Cut the flesh and pick the bone..." behind him came the man's deep voice full of heartache, "you told me that you just suffered a little injury, already well, we don't owe each other.
This is the wound you've already healed? "
Mo Chengyue stands behind her, and her eyes fall on the shocking wound in the Western mirror.
Hu Yueru smell speech, suddenly turned around, because the action is too big, tear to the wound, pain of her stuffy hum.
The other hand grabbed the cotton cloth on the table and was about to cover the wound. The action was slow. The wrist was held by Mo Chengyue, who flashed over. "Don't move, I'll bandage you."
Hu Yueru looked at the closed door and window and lowered her voice: "how did you get in?"
"Although the guard here is still strict, it can't stop me. I wanted to see you, so I came." Mo Chengyue glances at the wound medicine on the table, picks up a bottle, opens the bottle cap, and sprinkles the powder on the wound on her shoulder.
Women are still a pair of unprepared appearance, but the forehead exudation of sweat wet wet scattered in front of the forehead of the ink hair.
Mo Chengyue put her on the chair and sat down, "don't move, I'll wrap it up for you soon."
The man's hand is sharp. After seriously checking her shoulder, he quickly tied the clean white cotton cloth around her wound and put on her clothes.
"Why don't you tell me the truth?" If he hadn't noticed something wrong with her at the top of the snow mountain last time, and didn't know when she would be delayed, Mo Chengyue was full of love: "if he had been treated earlier, it wouldn't have been like this...
if he hadn't been treated earlier, it would have been like this..." www.mylovenovel.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
I haven't talked with my brother freely for a long time. Today, I finally found time to chat with my brother about the situation in Yuecheng and the information collected by my brother about the Mohist School in Jincheng. I'm still a little excited. Unexpectedly, the store owner shook his head: "the young master is not in the inn." Mo Siyu wondered, "where did he go?" "This..." the shopkeeper paused for a moment and answered decisively: "I don't know." "I don't know?" "The little one has no right to intervene in the affairs of the master." The store put a lot of delicious and delicious food on the table. Mo Siyu could only step back and ask for the second place: "then call aunt Yun San and I'll have a chat with her." The shop owner said with a sorry face: "recently, there has been a lot of trouble. Miss Yun and Mr. Luo are both too busy to be in the shop." Mo Siyu: "in this case, what's the meaning of staying here? Mo Siyu put away the bottles and jars he had brought, and planned to go to the priest's house. He took the initiative to go to the high priest to help the city Lord solve some of the people's sufferings. The guards of the Chu family only ensured Mo Siyu's safety in Chu Chuyan's advice, but they did not dare to restrict her movement. They had to follow Mo Siyu to the priesthood house... in the side hall of the saint's palace. Hu Yueru sent out all the people who were waiting for her, closed the door, sat in front of the Western mirror, took off her shirt, and showed her shoulder bound by cotton cloth. Her eyes were cold. The soup on the table had been drunk clean. She looked at the plaster sent by the Hu family and bit by bit tore open the white cotton cloth wrapping the wound. Bloody shoulder exposed, cut off the carrion of the wound more shocking. It's just that there's no smell of rotten meat a few days ago. She felt her forehead, which was still feverish, with one arm drooping and the other hand tearing the white cotton cloth stained with blood from the wound. "Cut the flesh and pick the bone..." behind him came the man's deep voice full of heartache, "you told me that you just suffered a little injury, already well, we don't owe each other. This is the wound you've already healed? " Mo Chengyue stands behind her, and her eyes fall on the shocking wound in the Western mirror. Hu Yueru smell speech, suddenly turned around, because the action is too big, tear to the wound, pain of her stuffy hum. The other hand grabbed the cotton cloth on the table and was about to cover the wound. The action was slow. The wrist was held by Mo Chengyue, who flashed over. "Don't move, I'll bandage you." Hu Yueru looked at the closed door and window and lowered her voice: "how did you get in?" "Although the guard here is still strict, it can't stop me. I wanted to see you, so I came." Mo Chengyue glances at the wound medicine on the table, picks up a bottle, opens the bottle cap, and sprinkles the powder on the wound on her shoulder. Women are still a pair of unprepared appearance, but the forehead exudation of sweat wet wet scattered in front of the forehead of the ink hair. Mo Chengyue put her on the chair and sat down, "don't move, I'll wrap it up for you soon." The man's hand is sharp. After seriously checking her shoulder, he quickly tied the clean white cotton cloth around her wound and put on her clothes. "Why don't you tell me the truth?" If he hadn't noticed something wrong with her at the top of the snow mountain last time, and didn't know when she would be delayed, Mo Chengyue was full of love: "if he had been treated earlier, it wouldn't have been like this... if he hadn't been treated earlier, it would have been like this..." www.mylovenovel.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
