117 The only chance

The bumps under the body are extremely uncomfortable, as if they were torn by something, and every bone on the body is sore. The only feeling is sad, and very sad. It seems that something is pressing on the chest, making people breathless.

Lin Yarong suddenly opened her eyes and couldn't help moaning. Yin.

I raised my hand and held my head, and I only felt a sudden jump on both sides of my forehead, and I had a headache. After a while, she realized what was going on.

She put down her hand and saw the shaking roof of the car. She turned her head and looked. Lin Yarong noticed that there was a man sitting beside her. At this time, she was looking down at the things in her hand.

It was a sheepskin map. Lin Yarong opened her mouth, but found that a voice could not be said, and her throat seemed to be burning.

She struggled to sit up, but she was powerless. The man reached out to help her up and poured a glass of water to her mouth. Lin Yarong was like a traveler who had been thirsty in the desert for a long time. She drank two glasses of water in a row, and then she took a long breath.

She asked in a hoarse voice, "Prince, where are you going to take me?"

When she woke up, Lin Yarong's first thought was that she was not dead. When she saw Mojiru sitting next to her, she thought that the man in black in the heavenly prison was Mojiru's men, and the last fire she saw was also Mojiru's instructions.

But what does Mojiru mean?

Mojiru smiled gently, put the empty water cup aside, took out a medicine bottle from his arms, poured two pills and handed them over: "Eat it. This is a ginseng pill tonic. It's not poisonous."

Lin Yarong didn't ask anything and took it to her mouth. Then she looked at Mojiru. Can you give her an answer now?

"I know you have a lot of questions to ask me, but you just woke up and are a little weak. Let's talk about it slowly in the future. And..." Mojiru smiled at her, "We are going back to Wei Mo."

Lin Yarong suddenly wanted to punch Mojiru's face directly. What is this? This should be a kidnapping.

Mojiru didn't seem to see the dissatisfaction on her face. He put the silk cushion scattered aside behind her and carefully helped her to hold her well before saying, "Are you hungry?" You have been dizzy for three days and should be very hungry. When I get to the next town, I will cook delicious meat porridge for you.

Lin Yarong looked at Mojilu with no expression on her face, but there were too many emotions in her heart.

She didn't expect that she had been in a coma for three days, that is to say, she was already far away from the capital at this time. Looking at Mojiru's relaxed appearance, it seems that the people in the capital do not know that she has disappeared from the prison.

Lin Yarong didn't know whether it was because she was too shocked to see Mojiru or because she was glad that she didn't die, so she couldn't figure out a clue. But she knew another thing. It was not a good thing for Mojiru to take her out of the prison. Mojiru is not a fool, he must have had a plan.

Lin Yarong raised her eyes again and looked at Mojiru. What benefits does this man want to get from her?

She wanted to know everything, but Mojiru didn't seem to want to tell her everything at this time.

She finally had another look on her face, and she was very uneasy.

What about Sun Jingbang?

Mojiru suddenly came over: "What are you thinking? Let me guess, are you thinking about Zhen Guohou? Although I have left the capital for three days, I can imagine that the Marquis of Zhen must be very sad at this time.

sad? Why are you sad? Lin Yarong doesn't understand.

Mojiru was closer to her, and his breath could almost hit her in the face.

"The wife of the Marquis of Zhenguo died in a fire. Anyway, it is not a good thing for the Marquis of Zhenguo."

After a while, Lin Yarong finally understood what Mojiru meant, but she didn't find it funny at all.

After a long silence, she whispered, "What happened to Jiang Mei?"

"Jiang Mei, who is Jiang Mei?"

Lin Yarong suddenly raised her hand and slapped him fiercely.

Mojiru also reacted quickly and lowered his head. Although his face was not straight, he was cut out by Lin Yarong's nails.

"Lin Yarong, you..."

Before he finished speaking, a tear hit the back of his hand. Mojiru looked at Lin Yarong in surprise.

The inner sadness couldn't stop. Lin Yarong closed her eyes and couldn't help gushing out of the wet ** from the corners of her eyes. Even Mojiru didn't say anything, but Lin Yarong knew that Jiang Mei was dead.

Mojiru lowered his head, and the tear that hit the back of his hand soon disappeared, but it was still wet, as if it was passing something. Mojiru looked up again, and there was an inexplicable emotion in his heart.

He couldn't see the scars in her eyes, but Mojiru seemed to understand something at that moment.

Mojiru didn't say anything. He leaned aside and looked at Lin Yarong silently.

......

Two days later, Lin Yarong has been silent. She is like a mute and doesn't say anything to anyone.

Mojiru has been observing her secretly, and his face is always gloomy, as if he has a lot on his mind. He arranged a maid named Ashana for Lin Yarong to follow Lin Yarong at any time and never let her move alone.

Lin Yarong knew that this was Mojiru to prevent her from escaping or to prevent her from delivering information.

Lin Yarong hasn't had a good time these days. She is very uneasy, but she can't show it.

Now, she doesn't know why Mojiru took her back to Wei Moguo, and she doesn't know how to pass on the news that she is alive. She felt helpless, like a small white flower blooming on the edge of a cliff. As long as a strong wind blows, she will fall to the bottom of the cliff and break her bones.

The fog in front of her became thicker and thicker, and she couldn't see anything.

"Madam, you should eat more. You are getting thinner and thinner."

Seeing that Lin Yarong only took a bite of the meat porridge served, Ashana couldn't help persuading her.

Ashaina is a girl about 17 or 18 years old, with big eyes, a round face, a smile, and sweet dimples on her face. Ashana is very lively and has a lot of words. In Ashana's eyes, Lin Yarong is too thin and weak, as if the wind is a little strong, she will also fall down.

Lin Yarong knows what Ashina is thinking. In the past few days, Ashana has said more than once that she eats less than the lambs on the grassland, and that Lin Yarong is not as thin as her seven-year-old brother.

But Lin Yarong really has no appetite. She is very anxious, but she can't tell anyone. She was afraid to take a bite, which exposed her inner uneasiness and panic.

And she doesn't want anyone to know about this fear and uneasiness, especially Mojiru.

Seeing that she didn't say anything, she just stood by the window and looked into the distance. Asana felt bored, shrugged her shoulders, cleaned up the food on the table and handed it to the people guard outside the door.

The sun is about to set. Lin Yarong knows that they have been going north. Does she really want to go back to Wei Moguo with Mojilu?

She frowned.

It soon became dark, and Lin Yarong stood motionless by the window, like a stone sculpture.

A fur coat was put on her. Even if she didn't look back, she knew who it was.

I don't know how long it took, Mojiru's hoarse voice came from behind him: "We will go out of thousands of miles tomorrow. We may have to speed up the journey."

Lin Yarong didn't seem to hear it.

Mojiru knew this would happen. Looking at Lin Yarong's dark hair from behind, he suddenly wanted to reach out and touch it.

After struggling for a long time, he took a slight step back.

"I heard from Ashana that you don't have a good appetite these two days. You should know that when you pass the Wanli Pass tomorrow, you are not as particular as the capital. You should eat more."

Lin Yarong was still motionless, and Mojiru frowned.

Standing behind her for a long time, Mojiru turned around and walked out of the house.

Hearing the sound of closing the door behind her, Lin Yarong slowly turned around and looked at the closed door with a gloomy look in her eyes.

She didn't expect that Mojilu had only traveled so far for five days. It would be even more difficult to send news back to the capital when she passed thousands of miles tomorrow. But Mojiru looked at her very closely. How could she spread the news that she was not dead?

Lin Yarong thought for a long time and didn't come up with a good way. She sighed helplessly.

Sitting tiredly, Lin Yarong felt that her body was getting worse and worse.

The wound on her shoulder was not very serious. In fact, in the heavenly prison that day, she was drugged in advance, so she was easily hit by the dart, but at this time, Mojiru should have planned all this early.

Is Mojiru the black hand that has been hiding in the dark?

Through the observation these days, Lin Yarong believes that it is not Mojilu. Although Mojiru is the most suspicious on the surface, Lin Yarong still thinks that Mojiru is powerless in some things. Even if Mojiru wants to get involved in the Central Plains, there are still many things that don't make sense. For example, killing Ling Cailan is obviously not good for Mojiru.

So, Mojiru took her out of the heavenly prison because Mojiru knew something?

Lin Yarong squeezed her mouth tightly. Anyway, she had to find a way to escape. Just, what should she do?

The next day, Ashina found that Lin Yarong was hot all over and had a high fever.

When Mojiru came, Lin Yarong was unconscious and asleep in **. As a last resort, Mojiru had to send someone to invite doctors. It seems that they can't get through today.

When Lin Yarong woke up, she saw a white-bearded doctor sitting by the bed. Mojiru sat on the edge of the bed and looked at her worriedly.

Blinking, she said with difficulty: "Water... I want to drink water."

Ashaina hurriedly poured out her with water. Mojiru picked her up and raised the glass and handed it to her mouth.

But I don't know what happened, Lin Yarong coughed violently, raised her hand but accidentally knocked over the water cup in Mojiru's hand and drenched him all over.

Lin Yarong frowned and looked unhappy.

Mojiru obviously didn't expect this. He was slightly stunned and whispered, "I'm going to change my clothes."

Watching him walk out of the door, Lin Yarong said to Ashina again, "Pring a glass of water."

Just as Ashina turned to pour water, Lin Yarong quickly stuffed something for the doctor.

Despite the doctor's stunned eyes, she whispered, " Doctor, please help me."

Lin Yarong knew that this was her only chance.