Chapter 58 [Don't Poetry]

Chapter 58 [Don't Poems]

"Since you think about him so much, why don't you go back to him? You stupid woman, I think you are the one who is really crazy?" Fan Yun was so angry with Ru Mo that he couldn't help saying in a gloomy voice.

After wiping off the wet sweat and tears on her cheeks with a smile, Ru Mo sighed, "Fan Yun, do you know? I'm a very proud woman, so I can't let myself be dilapidated. I even go back to Xiao Yan with blindness. Take me away. Let's stay away from the palace and go anywhere.

"Do you really want to come with me?" Fan Yun asked sadly and indignantly. Seeing her nodding, he stretched out his hand sadly and touched the blood stains on her forehead, "Okay, let's go!"

The morning light is faint, reflected on the lake with thousands of miles of smoke and waves. There is a golden light on the water, and a white-feathered and red-billed bird flies by lightly.

Fan Yun pulled off his clothes and got wet, wiped Ru Mo's face, and said softly, "I'll find a carriage later. Let's go to 'Wuyang'. My ancestral home is Wuyang, Nanxiang. It's a beautiful place. You must like it."

"There are also poets there, such as the erudite and talented scholar of Fan University..." Ru Mo said this, paused for a moment, smiled and asked again, "Fan Yun, is it worth giving up the great future in the imperial city?"

"Is it worth it for you to give up King Liang?" Fan Yun asked in a low voice.

Ru Mo's face condensed and coughed weakly. Fan Yun was anxious at the bottom of his heart. He stopped pursuing the topic just now. He picked up Ru Mo horizontally and frowned and said, "Going forward, when you get to the market, there should be Langzhong."

"Cough... I don't need any Langzhong... I'll just take a break..." Ru Mo subconsciously stopped it, and there seemed to be a voice in his heart that kept shouting, don't go to Wuyang. That's not what you want, Leng Rumo.

Swinging with the breeze in the morning, there is a wooden board hanging on the door, with two big words "Medical Center" on it!

The room of this hospital is very dark. The man looked at Rumo's face, took her pulse, and said solemnly, "This lady is poisoned, and the poison is still very deep."

"Is there any way to alleviate it?" Fan Yun asked quickly.

Lang Zhong slowly moved his eyes and looked at Fan Yun. "The way is to find the antidote to relieve it, otherwise..."

"How about it?" Fan Yun's heart suddenly hung up, and he asked sweaty.

Lang Zhong shook his head helplessly and said, "Otherwise, it will be more than a month and ten days less. If this lady's poison can't be solved, I'm afraid it will be a lack of skills!"

An ominous premonition flashed through Fan Yun's eyes, hesitated for a moment, and finally said, "I still say that. Is there any way to relieve it?"

"The best way is to find the antidote. The so-called relief is also to treat the symptoms but not the root causes. Judging from my wife's current situation, it is already very serious. If you want to relieve it, you can only take some antipyretic and detoxification drugs first to suppress the spread of toxins to delay the time and find the antidote." Lang Zhong said while writing a prescription.

Fan Yun untied a piece of jade pendant around his waist and handed it to Lang Zhong, "This is the best sheep fat white jade. You pawn it, hire a carriage for us, and prepare some dry food. The rest is just for the medicine. Is it enough?"

Lang Zhong took over the jade pendant. At first, he was stunned, and he was so happy that he couldn't close his mouth. "Enough, that's enough. I've opened a hospital for most of my life, and I haven't met such a good jade." After stuffing the jade pendant into the cuffs, he took out a brown bottle from the cabinet. "I'm also equipped with some air lift pills. When you can't catch the breath, you can eat one, and it will be more comfortable."

Fan Yun clenched the small medicine bottle and suddenly smiled, with an endless desolation in his smile. "Little Jasmine, are you really willing to come with me?"

A round of pale sun hung weakly in the sky, and a carriage galloped under the cold light of the sun. Ru Mo shrank into a ball and then began to tremble. Fan Yun was suddenly once more afraid of the future...

Fan Yun hugged the muddle-headed Ru Mo with one hand. She picked up the medicine in one hand and sent it to Ru Mo's mouth. She opened her mouth and poured it in, but it flowed out along the corners of her mouth and stained her clothes.

Ru Mo did not open her eyes from beginning to end, and her condition seemed to be getting worse and worse. She was confused, her face was blue and purple, and her whole body twitched and groaned in pain.

Fan Yun put down the medicine pot, reached out to touch Ru Mo's forehead, suddenly withdrew his hand, looked at the wet sweat in his hand, picked up the medicine pot, bowed his head and took a big mouthful of medicine.

Ru Mo only felt that her nose was pinched by a warm big hand. She couldn't help opening her mouth. A stream of sweet medicine poured straight in, coughed loudly a few times, gasped, and muttered like a dream; "Xiao Yan... Take Mo'er away... Take Mo'er away... Xiao Yan... Xiao Yan...."

Listening to the most real voice in Ru Mo's heart, a melancholy and sad smile appeared on Fan Yun's face. He stared at the wall of the carriage, squeezed his thin lips, and his voice sank, and he was a little disappointed. "Little Molly, I finally know that there is only one position in your heart, and that position can only be left to one person!"

In the rolling sound of the wheels, suddenly the driver shouted to Fan Yun in a low voice, "Son, have you offended anyone? It seems that some people have been following our carriage?"

Fan Yunjun's face was slightly cold. He pulled down the curtain of the carriage and glanced at the horses on both sides beside him. Each of them was well dressed, with a long sword around his waist and a cold expression. These people did not seem to have the intention of avoiding.

"Who are you?" Fan Yun's cold and vigilant eyes met an arrogant, slender man with a token... Looking at the person who looked like a leader and a general, he asked.

The man slowly disembowed his horse with low eyebrows and restrained eyes. After walking to Fan Yun's side, he forked his hand and said, "My master invited Fan to go back. The master said, 'Mrs. Mo is in good health, and it's better to go home for treatment. It's not suitable for bumps."

Fan Yun looked up angrily, frowned slightly, and said slowly, "What if I, Fan Yun, don't obey?"

"The master said that Bachelor Fan is a smart person and knows what to do, so that he doesn't have to say much. Please don't let my master down. If you don't have to fight with each other, you will also disturb Mrs. Mo in the car. None of us can afford it. The leader's expression was indifferent, and there was no wave in his eyes. He only replied respectfully to Fan Yun.

Fan Yun's cold eyes crossed the leader's face, and his voice was faint, "The carriage turned around." The words are quite majestic, and the expression is even more condescending.

In the car, Rumo, who had been in a coma, did not know what was going on outside. She was distracted and kept coughing up blood from her mouth, and her lips became darker and darker.

Fan Yun hugged Ru Mo in a trance, squeezed out a smile in fear, and called gently; "Little Jasmine, wake up... You can't sleep... If you fall asleep... You will never wake up again... So please... Don't sleep!"

The leaves were ringing, and Fan Yun's voice continued, "Little Jasmine, don't sleep. Can I write a poem for you? Luoyang City is like a long time to say goodbye. In the past, the snow was like flowers, but now the flowers are like snow..."

Ru Mo's eyelids beat for a moment, mixed with the whimper of the wind blowing leaves, there was a desolation, "Don't... Don't... Don't..."

"Yes, this poem is called 'Don't Poetry'!" Fan Yun said decisively, and then his voice became much gentler, "Little Molly, I'm sorry, I can't take you to Wuyang. In fact, you're not really going to my hometown, are you?"

Ru Mo moved her dry lips as if she didn't hear it, and tears flowed out of her eyes. The next moment, a confused fragment suddenly flashed in her mind. In the wind and snow all over the sky, there was a handsome face saying goodbye to her...

"Cold... It's so cold... It's cold..." The light in the carriage gradually dimmed, and the curtain was lowered. Instead of being warmer, Rumo's body was more stiff and colder, and her dry lips couldn't help sending single syllables.

Fan Yun stuffed the stove into Ru Mo's hand, and then hugged her tighter. He whispered in her ear, "Little Jasmine, do you know? There is another interesting thing that I didn't tell you, that is, when the imperial concubine locked me and the emperor in the meditation room, a monk took scissors and wanted to shave for me and the emperor. The old witch actually wanted the emperor and ministers of the dynasty to become a monk. Don't you think it's funny? Wake up and look at Fan Yun. Now my head is shiny. Moer, wake up and don't sleep. Why don't you open your eyes?"

No matter how many jokes Fan Yun told, how many poems he read, and how many words he said, Ru Mo's eyelids were deeply closed, as if she would never wake up. When Fan Yun's mouth was dry and there was nothing he could do, he bent down and kissed her lips fiercely. Her lips were cold and there was no trace of anger. He let go of her lips and gently stroked her cheek with one hand, a warm feeling.

Fan Yun's voice was low but full of emotion. He said, "Moer, you must hold on. He is also very anxious... I have always felt that King Liang is the kind of person who is calm and calm after the collapse of Mount Tai. What's more, I think there is a natural king's wind in him, like the momentum between all things in the world, which makes people unconsciously admire, but do you know? When Dr. Wu ran and said that you were kidnapped by the queen, he put on his horse, and I chased him out... Just after we ran for a while, he suddenly tightened the stiff rope and stopped. In an instant, several arrows came. He covered me and asked me to find you first.

Ru Mo, who clung to Fan Yun's warm chest, snorted, and tears flowed down her face into her mouth, making her lips look less dry. She closed her eyes and smiled warmly.

Fan Yun gently shook Ru Mo's shoulders in surprise, "Little Jasmine, who will attack King Liang if the imperial concubine is dead? So when you wake up, there are still a lot of things waiting for you. What are you? You have been trying to suppress your vulnerability in a decisive way and cover up your true self!"

Ru Mo opened her eyes and imagined that Xiao Yan's handsome face was enlarged in front of her eyes. Her black eyes were shining, and the last light of the sunset was cast on her face, softening her face, "I want to go back... See... Xiao..." The ending was swallowed between her lips, mixed with a little heat.

Fan Yun deeply realized in his low laughter that he asked an idiot's question; "Little Molly, are you really willing to come with me?" The "Don't Poem" was recited again, with a different coldness, "Luoyang City, things, long scriptures. In the past, the snow was like flowers, but now the flowers are like snow.