Mr. Fu ran away again today

When Fu Chuxi and Yang Lang set off to escort Prince Beidi to leave, Fu Chuxi's injury had healed very much, and Mo Chen's injury had long since healed.

On the way to the pass, as expected, there were several waves of Beidi people who robbed prisoners, they were all small characters, and Mo Chen and Yang Lang led people to clean them up.

As soon as he entered the customs, Mo Chen received a letter from Hall Master Ma, saying that Molang had been staying in the south of the Yangtze River for half a month, and recently suddenly rushed all the way north to outside the customs, and then briefly reported the current situation on the island.

Mo Chen sighed, as expected the one who should come still couldn't hide.Judging from the date when the letter was sent, they would definitely encounter Molang within three to five days.

On this day, it started to rain patter since noon, Fu Chuxi rarely abandoned his horse and got into the carriage, so Mo Chen naturally followed in the carriage to shelter from the rain.

"How long will it take for us to reach the capital?" Mo Chen asked.

Fu Chuxi was resting with her eyes closed, and replied, "Seven or eight days."

"You look very tired today, is there something wrong?" Mo Chen asked.

"The carriage is bumpy, so it's not as comfortable as riding a horse." Fu Chuxi said, "But I hate rain, and I get wet all over."

When Fu Chuxi said this, she leaned on a cushion and sat next to Mo Chen. When she closed her eyes, there was a trace of laziness all over her body, which made Island Master Mo feel a little itchy.

Mo Chen said: "Ah Lang will come here in three or two days at most, I think we probably won't be able to avoid him this time, we have to make preparations as soon as possible."

"En." Fu Chuxi responded.I don't know if it's because I haven't been in the carriage for a long time, and I feel a little dizzy after sitting for a while.

I don't know if the rain has stopped.

Fu Chuxi opened his eyes, stretched out his hand to lift the car curtain, saw that it was still raining outside, and everywhere was wet, so he put down the curtain again, thinking that he could only endure for a while, and rest when he got there.

"About Molang, I've thought about it for a long time along the way, and maybe there is a way to solve this crisis." Fu Chuxi continued to close her eyes and meditate, "I have asked people to look for someone similar to Murong Yuan first. We will meet in a town. When we get there, we will find a reason to stay in the post house with the fake Murong Yuan for a few more days, and let Yang Lang secretly lead someone to escort the real Murong Yuan back to the capital. It will take another time for Mo Lang to get here. In two days, when he comes to his senses and chases after him, Yang Lang should have arrived in the capital, so he will be safe."

Mo Chen thought for a while, and said: "This method is feasible! Ah Lang is not a person who kills innocent people indiscriminately. Even if he finds us, he won't do anything to us. Then I will buy him a drink—" Mo Chen said this, looked at Looking at Fu Chuxi's face, seeing that he didn't frown because of the word "wine", he continued, "Maybe it can delay him for half a day."

"That's the only way." Fu Chuxi pinched the center of her brows a little irritably, "No matter what, we can't let Murong Yuan be robbed in our hands."

"Don't worry, I'm here." Island Master Mo quietly moved to Fu Chuxi's side, "Your Highness, I see that you are very tired. You can rely on me to sleep for a while, and I will call you when you get there."

Since leaving the barracks, Fu Chuxi asked him to change his address to "Mr. Fu", saying that if he still called him that in the capital, it would be easy for someone to catch him and find out something.

"Yeah." Fu Chuxi closed her eyes, leaned half against Fu Chuxi, and fell asleep.

The carriage bumped on the road, and Mr. Fu, who was in a drowsy sleep, was jolted awake. Just as he was about to sit up, he felt dizzy and fell back down again.

"What's wrong?" Mo Chen was awakened by his movement, and when he turned his head, he saw Fu Chuxi frowning, as if he was very uncomfortable.

Mo Chen stretched out his hand to touch his forehead, and it was hot under his hand.

"You have a fever?" Mo Chen was shocked, and quickly wrapped the gray wolf fur cloak that was left aside and was useless after entering the customs, and wrapped it around Fu Chuxi, then opened the curtain and called out to Yang Lang.

Yang Lang rode over, Mo Chen said: "Master Yang, His Highness may have caught a cold and caught a fever. You have to go to the city quickly and find a doctor."

Upon hearing this, Yang Lang quickly ordered the big guy to quicken his pace.

Mo Chen took a water bottle and fed Fu Chuxi a few sips of water, letting Fu Chuxi lean on him to continue sleeping, reaching out to test his forehead from time to time, the fever never subsided.

At dusk, the convoy arrived at the station in the city.After Fu Chuxi was settled, Yang Lang immediately sent someone to invite the doctor.

Mo Chen felt that Fu Chuxi really belonged to the crow, and he just said to find an excuse to stay for a few more days, but he fell ill immediately, as if others would not believe it.

Fu Chuxi collapsed again after drinking the medicine, but his fever still persisted until dark.

Yang Lang wanted to go to see Prince Beidi in person, in case someone robbed the prisoner, so he could only hand over the important task of taking care of Fu Chuxi to Mo Chen.

Mo Chen borrowed a small stove from the kitchen, and took the time to cook the second medicine for Fu Chuxi. After the medicine was cooked, he cooked a small pot of porridge on the stove.

When the medicine was slightly cool, Mo Chen went to the bedside and changed the kerchief on Fu Chuxi's forehead. Fu Chuxi slept very restlessly, with her brows furrowed, and Mo Chen was so distressed that she wished she was sick.

Mo Chen touched the bowl and it became colder, and the soup was slightly hot in the mouth, so he helped Fu Chuxi get up to take the medicine.

Fu Chuxi was so sick that he almost lost the strength to get up, so he could only lean on Mo Chen's body and drink the medicine with his hand.

Mo Chen watched him slowly drink up a bowl of medicine, and asked, "Are you hungry now? Do you want to eat some porridge before going to bed?"

Fu Chuxi was so dizzy that she shook her head weakly.

Mo Chen didn't force him either: "Then sleep for a while, drink the medicine and sweat and get sick."

Mo Chen kept watch until midnight, and Fu Chuxi finally broke out in sweat, and the fever began to subside.His wet cloth wiped his body with hot water, changed him into clean clothes, and changed his mattress and quilt to make him sleep more comfortably.

Yang Lang was worried that Mo Chen could not take good care of Fu Chuxi, so he came here at dawn, and saw that Mo Chen took good care of Fu Chuxi, so he left with confidence.

Seeing that the time was almost up, Mo Chen cooked Fu Chuxi's third dose of medicine, and then put the homework porridge on the stove to heat up.

After Fu Chuxi woke up this time, she regained some energy and knew she was hungry.

Mo Chen brought porridge to him, Fu Chuxi sat on the bed, saw Mo Chen scooping up a spoonful of porridge carefully, put it away before handing it to his mouth, Fu Chuxi opened his mouth to swallow the porridge, chewed slowly, and looked at Mo Chen .

Fu Chuxi's voice was still a little hoarse, and he vaguely remembered that someone was guarding him all night, feeding him water and medicine, washing his body and changing his clothes, and asked, "You took care of me all night?"

Mo Chen said: "Well, I took a nap in the middle, and I just woke up when Master Yang came to ask about your situation."

Fu Chuxi saw a set of clothes on the side, which was obviously changed. He touched the dry clothes on his body and asked, "You... also changed the clothes for me?"

"Yeah." Mo Chen didn't care, "I can't let you sleep in sweat-soaked clothes, right? If you don't get well, then my hard work all night was in vain?"

Fu Chuxi pretended not to see his slightly red ears, he finished a small bowl of porridge and said, "Call Yang Lang in for me."

Mo Chen pulled the quilt for him, and then went out.

Yang Lang arrived soon. Before Fu Chuxi could open his mouth, Yang Lang reported that the replacement for Murong Yuan had been found, and he would send someone to pick him up after dawn, so he would not notice anything if he dressed up in disguise. It's different, they will leave here first at noon.

Fu Chuxi said: "Thank you for your hard work."

Yang Lang hurriedly said: "It's the job of the subordinates."

Fu Chuxi still felt a little tired, he said: "It's almost dawn, and I don't have a fever anymore, you all go to rest, there is no need to keep anyone here."

Yang Lang said: "Yes."

Mo Chen followed Yang Lang out slowly.

The room of the two of them was next to Fu Chuxi's room, and Yang Lang went to the door of the room first.

After arriving, Yang Lang stopped in his tracks and said, "Island Master Mo, I will leave at noon at the most, and the safety of His Royal Highness will be entrusted to Island Master Mo."

Mo Chen said: "I know, you should also be careful on the way. It's best to get to the capital safely. If you really meet Ah Lang, you can hand him over to him. You can't beat him anyway. Don't give your life away."

Yang Lang was speechless: "It is my mission to send Murong Yuan to Beijing, even if it is desperate, I will fight."

"Come on." Island Master Mo snorted, "You can't even beat me, and you still want to fight A Lang? Why don't you save your life and come back to take care of Fu——Your Highness, I'm afraid he can't do it around the capital." A few people who can be used? Save your life, even for your highness."

What Mo Chen said made Yang Lang speechless. Thinking about it carefully, it is true, but if they really meet, fleeing without fighting would be too embarrassing...

Seeing Yang Lang's troubled face, Mo Chen didn't bother to persuade him any more, and went back to his room to sleep on his own.

Maybe it was because Fu Chuxi saw something she shouldn't have seen when she was washing her body and changing clothes, and couldn't help closing her eyes to recall it, so that Mo Chen actually had a charming dream that night...