Playful and cute concubine

Chapter 445 The Child Will Be Lost 2
At first it was well maintained, maybe it could last for a year or two, but now...

He has been teaching her and arranging for him to leave, how could she not see it?But what can I do?
Now, she can't even heal herself.

Feng Xie hugged Ah Mo into her arms with the blanket.

In his eyes, no one is as important as her.

The people in the palace turned on their backs, and the border crossing was expedited. Although Qi Qing had taken precautions, the distant water could not save the nearby fire. The recent accidents happened one after another, and she was even more devastated.

Mocheng was almost slaughtered!Beiyan burned, killed and looted, even burning down Mocheng!

Qi Qing just went to the imperial hospital, and Xilingshang received the report, and his anger couldn't be relieved!He vomited blood on the spot!

If he was young, he would have led thousands of troops to defeat Beiyan in one fell swoop, but now he is very old!

The news in the palace was blocked, and it was not allowed to spread outside, and the Su Mansion was even more tightly concealed.

When Feng Xie heard the news that the secret guards were inquiring, she suppressed it. This was the most critical moment for Mo'er, and he couldn't make her worry unnecessarily.

The imperial doctor in the palace still came to the Su Mansion for diagnosis every day, everything was in order, as if nothing happened.

The first month passed unhurriedly in the heavy snow. Because of the snow, Ah Mo's legs and feet healed very slowly, but at least half a month later, the acupuncture was performed several times a day, and now every three to five days Needle once.

Currently unable to move around, Feng Xie stayed by her side every step of the way.

"For a while, the trauma has healed a bit. In half a month, the gauze should be removed." Feng Xie carefully changed the dressing on Ah Mo's leg, and embraced her joyfully.

Xilingmo put down the scroll in his hand and glanced out the window. "The imperial doctor seems to be a bit late today."

Feng Xie was squatting down as Ah Mo was wearing warm boots, she didn't look up, she couldn't see his expression clearly, only heard his voice. "It's snowing heavily outside, maybe the carriage was delayed. A few days ago, I heard that a courtier's horse's hoof was not wrapped properly when he went to court. The horse fell, and he fell hard."

"Really?" Xi Lingmo didn't say anything more.

I don't know why, but my heart is faintly uneasy.

It wasn't until the end of the ugly time that the imperial doctor hurried over sweating profusely. The medicine boy behind him was trotting out of breath while carrying the medicine box. Su Wei and Feng Xie were talking to him, and the old imperial doctor fell down with a frowning look. Dou Zilike said something, and then followed Feng Xie around the winding corridors to see Xi Lingmo.

Xi Lingmo was sitting by the bed, the ancient scroll had already slipped from his hand, and he looked back from the window in a daze.

Although she is far away, few people know that she can read lips.

The person said that the emperor was critically ill and almost couldn't make it through. All the imperial doctors in the imperial hospital were guarding outside. He came here to give the young master the injection under the order of his mother.

Because I was too busy, I couldn't afford the manpower for a while, so I missed the time.

When the old doctor Zhong came in with the medicine box, his expression returned to normal. Seeing Xilingmo reading a book outside the window, he said with a smile: "The old minister has seen the young master, the road is slippery in the snow, and the hour was almost delayed."

"It's okay." Xilingmo's voice was flat.

During the acupuncture process, Xilingmo didn't say a word. When Su Wei sent the imperial physician away and Feng Xie came to hug her, he realized that she was shaking violently.

"Mo'er?" Feng Xie was startled, and hurriedly checked her physical condition. "What's wrong with you, Mo'er? Is there something uncomfortable?"

"...It's nothing." Xi Lingmo's pale hands tightly grasped his sleeves, and buried his face in his lapel. "Feng Xie, when will I get well?"

"The imperial doctor said that after half a month, you don't need to use needles, and you can keep them in the future. After two or three months, you can come down and try to walk around. Don't rush." ​​Feng Xie pressed her warm lips against her neck, whispering comfort her. "Mo'er, don't be afraid..."

(End of this chapter)