Wearing a book, the paranoid devil is crying in my arms

Seeing the bowl of black concoction in Jiang Jingqiu's hand, Mo Qingling had never been tortured like this before.

He pursed his lips and tried his best to resist, so this bowl of black things was the main culprit for making his voice into what it is now.

The point is that the formula last time was different from this time, who knows if he can survive after drinking it this time, the point is that the poison on his body has not been cured.

He was also poisoned by several kinds of poisons, which made him a disaster. Is this still worth it?

Seeing that he didn't drink, Jiang Jingqiu frowned, with a helpless expression, and brought the medicine bowl to his mouth.

"I'll feed you, after all, doctors are benevolent."

Mo Qingling immediately pursed his lips tightly, smelling the pungent smell of the concoction, he couldn't stand it anymore.

Finally, he raised his hand and grabbed Jiang Jingqiu's wrist, and it took him a long time to force out a smile.

"I know how to cure the poison on my body, as long as I find the antidote herbs."

"Uh..." Jiang Jingqiu looked at him seriously, "Are you sure?"

How could he still doubt the credibility of his own words?

Mo Qingling really didn't know how to describe her messy mood at the moment.

"I can never make fun of my own life."

After finishing speaking, Mo Qingling didn't forget to add in her heart that you don't take my life seriously.

If he is allowed to continue to heal like this, he will lose half his life if he does not die.

Jiang Jingqiu nodded when he heard this, holding the medicine bowl in his hand, and when Mo Qingling thought he was about to put it down, he relaxed his vigilance a little.

He felt Jiang Jingqiu pinch his thigh hard, and Mo Qingling, who was in pain, immediately wanted to question him.

As a result, the moment he opened his mouth, Jiang Jingqiu poured the medicine bowl into his mouth. Mo Qingling's complexion turned black, and before he wanted to vomit, the medicine juice flowed down his throat.

His eyes widened and he opened his hand violently, and the bowl that had drunk most of the medicine juice fell to the ground, and Mo Qingling lay on the bedside coughing wildly.

With a blushing cough and a thick neck, Jiang Jingqiu patted him on the back very gently and understandingly.

Seeing him like this, Mo Qingling's body trembled uncontrollably, and he opened his mouth several times, only a very hoarse sound came out of his throat.

It even made him find it difficult to speak, "You...why are you..."

"I understand you. How old are you, how can you still be afraid of taking medicine?"

Mo Qingling: "..." If he died, he would definitely die with regret.

He regrets it very much now, why did he knock on the door at that time, and forced himself to die.

"Good medicine tastes bitter. Only after drinking the medicine will your illness be cured."

Jiang Jingqiu kindly reminded her.

Mo Qingling gritted his teeth fiercely, and a strange taste came out of his mouth, which made him want to vomit, but he couldn't vomit it out.

After a while, he sat up and opened his mouth, and soon he froze.

How good this time, he was really speechless, really dumb.

He held his throat in disbelief, his whole body was not well, he opened his mouth a few times, only a hoarse voice, and he couldn't even articulate the syllables.

Jiang Jingqiu saw him blink his eyes like this, "You don't have to be so surprised."

surprise?

Mo Qingling was greatly frightened, his eyes were fixed on Jiang Jingqiu in front of him, he was seriously suspicious now.

Could it be that meeting Jiang Jingqiu was the retribution for all the bad things he did in his life?

Finally, he gritted his teeth and pointed at the pen and paper on the table, and motioned to Jiang Jingqiu.

Jiang Jingqiu frowned, "There is no need for a thank you letter."

Mo Qingling gestured for a long time, and Jiang Jingqiu finally understood a little bit, and put the pen and paper in front of him.

The difference between speaking and writing is that when you write what you want to express, at least you will use words carefully.

Even though Mo Qingling scolded Jiang Jingqiu from beginning to end in his heart, when he saw his eyes, he still chose to compromise.

After all, his life is really in his hands now, and he hesitated for a while holding the pen in his hand, thinking countless curse words in his mind.

The last thing I wrote was, "Why don't you find me a doctor."

Jiang Jingqiu looked at his handwriting, and after studying it carefully, "Your handwriting is not very pretty."

Mo Qingling: "..." The pen holder in his hand was almost broken by him.

"However, it is inconvenient for me to find a doctor here. There are many medicinal herbs in my yard. Maybe there is an interpretation you want. I will take you out to find it?"

When Mo Qingling heard this, he obviously didn't believe it. Fortunately, he had been injured for so many years, so he still knew something about medicinal herbs.

But how do you look at his unreliable appearance and don't believe that he can grow flowers?

It's outrageous to grow flowers even if you can't raise them well.

Although he didn't believe that he had this ability, he was still supported by Jiang Jingqiu to the door, and Mo Qingling couldn't help but sigh when he got outside.

This Jiang Jingqiu is indeed capable. He doesn't cultivate this yard, but he does plant a lot of things.

What even surprised him was that some plants were not adapted to the soil here, but they could even allow him to feed them.

Soon he found the herb he wanted among those flowers and plants.

Weakly raising his finger, Jiang Jingqiu couldn't help but start to doubt when he saw the place he was pointing at.

"Isn't that just an ordinary weed? I haven't had time to clean it yet."

"Uh..." Mo Qingling pursed her lips, do I have to thank you for not having time to clean up the weeds?

This touched Jiang Jingqiu's knowledge blind spot a little bit.Most of the time, what he cares about is whether the plant is precious or not.

But I never cared about what they are used for.

Jiang Jingqiu helped Mo Qingling go back to lie down again, and picked some herbs in front of him according to the herbs he pointed out.

Mo Qingling held a pen and paper in his hand, "Mash the medicinal herbs and boil three bowls of water into one bowl. Once a day, I will be cured of this poison in three days."

Jiang Jingqiu pursed his lips, obviously not believing it, but he still learned something, took those herbs and went out to decoct according to what he said.

When he went out, Mo Qingling's face was livid, he touched his throat, opened his mouth to speak, but still couldn't make a sound.

He closed his eyes in a little despair, and he didn't know what this guy ate for himself, so that his throat could not make a sound.

However, he looked down at the paper he was holding in his hand. Could it be that his writing is really ugly?

In the past, he was only focused on practicing swords, but he really didn't think about it, and he didn't care about calligraphy.

It was at this time that he had time to slowly look at the furnishings in the house. The things placed in the house were very simple, with a simple screen partition and a table made of bamboo.

It may also be that this house is mainly built of bamboo, so this place can still smell a faint bamboo fragrance.

At the moment, there are a lot of books on the edge of the table, some are piled up in a mess, and some seem to be accidentally dropped on the ground while flipping through them.

The overall look of the house is relatively tidy, and it can be seen that the owner is cleaning up on weekdays.