"It hurts everywhere, as if there is a knife stirring in my head."
Mu Yunhan's forehead was so hot that he was confused by the burning: "Open it, see what it is, take it out and throw it away!"
The man remained silent and didn't make a sound, and kept his hand on her forehead.
"Alin, I really feel pain..."
Mu Yunhan burst into tears. She felt that she was dreaming, but it was great to see Gu Fenglin in her dream and act coquettishly with him.
"You haven't been at home these days. It's been so hard for me. I have to worry about you and I have endless worries. I want to cry every day, but I don't dare to cry."
The man suddenly took his hand away and stood up.
Mu Yunhan hurriedly pulled his sleeves: "Don't leave, I won't cry anymore."
He stopped and whispered something.
Someone next to him whispered a reply, and then, a cold thing was placed on Mu Yunhan's forehead.
Mu Yunhan wanted to throw away the thing on her forehead irritably, but someone held her hand down and poured something into her mouth. It was fishy, a little sticky, and tasted like rust.
She thought it was not a good thing and wanted to spit it out.
But someone held her down and pinched her nose.
In order to breathe, she had to swallow.
Her stomach was burning, and she retched for a while, but couldn't vomit anything out, so she burst into tears.
The soft female voice said cautiously: "Madam, this is medicine. You have been poisoned. You need to drink the medicine. If you drink the medicine, you will be fine. Otherwise, not only will your head hurt, but your body will also hurt."
Mu Yunhan wanted to say something, but her throat was burning and her body was sore and weak. She tossed and turned uncomfortably and gradually lost consciousness.
Duo'er carefully wiped the sweat from Mu Yunhan's forehead, and looked at Gu Yilan admiringly and distressedly: "Master, do you want to take a rest?"
Just now, she saw with her own eyes that Gu Yilan took a small bowl of blood and fed it to Mu Yunhan. There was so much blood and it hurt, but he didn't even frown.
Gu Yilan sat in the shadow of the lamp, looked at Mu Yunhan, and silently waved her hands.
Duo'er obediently retreated, and a small red clay stove was placed at the door. A pot of white rice porridge was cooking on the stove, and sticky bubbles were spitting out.
She quickly picked up the spoon, stirred it, and patiently cooked the porridge.
The young master is a good man, and so is his wife. Both of them were injured, sick, and had nothing to eat all day and night.
She wants to make this pot of porridge soft and delicious, and serve it to them immediately when they want to eat it, so that they can feel comfortable.
The night wind blew the candle curtains, and a dark shadow in the room shook red.
Gu Yilan stared at Mu Yunhan silently.
Her headache was relieved, she felt comfortable, her frown finally calmed down, and she slept peacefully.
The eyelashes are long, casting a small shadow under the eyelids, and the lip color returns to rosy, like two full and plump petals.
The small dimple between the lower lip and the mandible is unique and naughty, as if it is filled with fine wine, always tempting people to reach out and poke it inadvertently.
Gu Yilan thought so and did the same.
Tender as petals.
He was stuck in it and didn't want to leave.
His heart was beating wildly, all the blood in his body rushed to his head, and he forgot everything around him.
His fingertips lingered over her face, carefully tracing her eyebrows.
This is not only the natural power of blood, but also more than the desire and call of life.
His soul hesitates alone in the darkness, waiting for redemption.