Merry illusion

, otherwise don't blame us for tearing up the ticket. "

"1000 taels?" Mo Xian raised his eyebrows without any urgency, as if he was talking about other people's affairs. "Hehe, I don't know if you think highly of the son you are holding hostage, or if you don't understand me."

The two kidnappers who said this were confused and looked at Mo Xian.

"I don't know how many people came to throw themselves into my arms as soon as I called Mo Xian. Who is worth my 1000 taels to redeem? Besides, my Mo family's money didn't come from the wind."

The two kidnappers felt chilled when they heard it, but they still threatened: "If you don't agree, we will sell him to a brothel, and let your unenviable person be slept by thousands of people, ha ha."

Mo Xian's heart has already caused great waves, but he still pretends to be calm: "I brought him back from the brothel, and I'm afraid that he will be slept and pillowed by others?"

When Mo Xian said this, he didn't dare to look at Shu Chen's face. He was afraid that he wouldn't be able to continue acting after seeing it. I don't know what will happen, and it will not work to take out 1000 taels from home.

When Shu Chen heard what Mo Xian said, even though he didn't believe it in his heart, he knew it was a trick but still couldn't help the pain, the pain in his heart.

"Let's do this! Let's all give in. I also have more than 100 taels on me now. I'm afraid you won't be able to sell him for so much money if you sell him into a kiln." Mo Xian took out the silver ticket and untied the money bag. The money bag was weighed in his hand, without any worry at all.

The two kidnappers looked at Shu Chen and at each other, and finally looked at Mo Xian with a somewhat leisurely look, thinking about it: "Throw the money here."

"Brothers, what if I give you the money and you don't let him go, let him go first." Seeing the two kidnappers hesitate for a moment, he said again: "You two are still afraid that I will run away?"

The scarred man saw that Mo Xian was just a flirtatious young man, and his weak appearance was not much better than Shu Chen's handsome boy, so he nodded at the sharp-mouthed monkey-cheeked man.

As soon as Shu Chen was untied, he hurriedly ran behind Mo Xian, his steps were a little unsteady, Mo Xian asked with concern: "Are you all right?"

Shu Chen's expression was still immersed in what Mo Xian said just now, he just shook his head, instinctively alienating Mo Xian.

"Throw the silver here quickly." The man with the scar yelled.

"You go first." Mo Xian said to Shu Chen sideways, then turned around and smiled: "Both brothers, please come and get it."

In their eyes, Mo Xian's risk factor is basically zero, he is just a playboy who only knows how to eat, drink and have fun.

The sharp-mouthed monkey-cheeked man strode over, the hand that was stretched out to take the money bag was grabbed by Mo Xian, and then he folded it forcefully, only heard the sound of bones grinding together, accompanied by a scream, the sole of the sharp-mouthed monkey-cheeked man fell heavily on the ground land.

Shu Chen didn't leave, but took a few steps back and breathed a sigh of relief. He almost forgot that his young master practiced martial arts since he was a child. All living beings only know that he is flirtatious, but he is the only one who has seen him work hard behind his back.

The man with the scar immediately rushed over when he heard the situation, but the man with the scar had a few tricks, Mo Xian wrestled with him, Shu Chen was anxious and afraid, and his heart was in a state of turmoil.

Mo Xian has never fought against anyone, and he has been useless for many years without using martial arts. The moves are vague, and the scarred man has brute force, which is really difficult to deal with. When he was about to subdue him, the sharp-mouthed monkey-cheeked man raised the wooden stick and was about to kill him. Throw it at Mo Xian.

Shu Chen exclaimed: "Mo Xian, be careful." He ran to block, but was still a step late.

Mo Xian lost his mind, and fell into Shu Chen's arms, dying, and the last words he said were: "What you said just now is not true."

"Mo Xian—" Shu Chen panicked and called Mo Xian's name.

When the two kidnappers saw Mo Xian fainted on the ground, they thought they were killed, so they quickly picked up the money bag and ran away.

"Mo Xian... Mo Xian." Shu Chen felt a little warmth on his wrist, and he licked it from under Mo Xian's head, and what caught his eyes was bright red, which was still warm.

"Mo Xian—" Shu Chen panicked and finally couldn't help crying.

However, Mo Xian remained motionless, and the corners of his lips gradually lost their color.

Mo Xian was injured

Ben, the boy driving the carriage, sat leisurely on the side of the carriage and hummed a little tune. When he glanced at him, he saw Shu Chen walking over with his second young master on his back, and quickly went up to him: "Young master, my young master, he What's wrong?"

Shu Chen unloaded the heavy burden, walked too hastily and was a little out of breath, panting, said: "Hurry up, help Mo Xian into the carriage."

The boy saw that Mo Xian's face was pale and bloodless, and Shu Chen's cuffs were stained with blood, and he knew something was wrong, so he quickly carried Mo Xian into the carriage, and drove the carriage back quickly.

There were no pharmacies near the meeting, so we had to go back to the city first. Mo Xian leaned against Shu Chen in a coma. Shu Chen did a simple bandage for Mo Xian's wound, but blood still overflowed.

Shu Chen was anxious and couldn't do anything, he could only ask the boy over and over again how long it would take.

The carriage was bumpy, Shu Chen tried his best to keep it steady and told Mo Xian not to make too much movement, otherwise it would be bad if the wound was shaken.

Shu Chen's eyes were red from crying, and he said silently over and over again: "Mo Xian, you can't be okay, you will be fine."

The car was driving fast, and the journey that originally took two hours only took more than one hour, but Shu Chen felt that it had been a long time.

"Hurry up and ask for the doctor, hurry up." Shu Chen ordered the servant to hurry up and ask for the doctor, and then hurriedly knocked on the door, "Lan Gu."

After a while, Lan Gu opened the door, and when she opened the door, she exclaimed: "What's the matter?" She quickly helped Mo Xian in.

The boy invited the doctor back after a while, maybe it was because the boy talked about where Mo Xian was injured on the way,

As soon as the old doctor came, he asked, "The wounded person is on the head. I need to cut off the surrounding hair. Is it possible?"

cut hair?Mo Xian would never agree if he was awake, but this is about his life, Shu Chen nodded: "Doctor, you can figure it out, as long as his life is safe."

After getting permission, the old doctor took out a pair of exquisite scissors from the medicine box to cut off the hair around the wound, cleaned the wound and sprinkled a lot of medicinal powder, then took the pulse again, and took out a small white bottle for the wound. Shu Chen ordered the medicine to be taken in the morning and evening, and then prescribed the medicine, saying that it was thanks to the simple hemostasis, otherwise he would have died in Huangquan for more than an hour.

Seeing that Shu Chen was burning with anxiety, the old doctor comforted him: "Young Master, don't worry, the injured person is no longer in danger, and as long as he takes care of him carefully, he will recover soon."

"Thank you, doctor." After speaking, he took out a piece of silver and gave it to the old doctor.

The old doctor's subordinate Yin Zi nodded slightly, and left with the medicine box.

"Lan Gu, please follow the doctor to get the medicine."

"Yes."

After everyone in the room dispersed, Shu Chen sat silently on the head of the bed, looking at Mo Xian, with a snow-white bandage wrapped around his forehead, and Lin's face became paler and paler.

Slowly pulling up Mo Xian's hand, the warm palm in the past is now a bit cold, Shu Chen held Mo Xian's hand tightly, feeling sore in his heart, and tears filled his eyes again.

He wanted to say something but couldn't get it out of his throat.

After a long time, a drop of tear fell down onto the back of Mo Xian's hand. Shu Chen felt his finger was slightly ailed, and whispered joyfully, "Mo Xian?"

Mo Xian felt the pain as if his head was about to explode, but he heard a sad, eager and warm voice calling him, resisting the pain and gradually opened his eyes.

Mo Xian squinted his eyes slightly, looking at him with a frowning and flustered face, his eyes were red from crying, and a tear still hung on his cheek.

Mo Xian wanted to sit up in pain, but when he moved his head a little, the pain was severe.

"Don't move, lie down and don't move." Shu Chen supported Mo Xian's back and slowly let him lie down.

"Why are you crying, it's so ugly, what does a big man look like crying." When Mo Xian said this, his heart was as sweet as honey.

Shu Chen hurriedly wiped away tears with his sleeve, and said happily: "Speak less, I'll bring the medicine."

He got up but was held back by Mo Xian: "Don't go, don't go, just stay here with me."

Seeing Mo Xian's childish expression, Shu Chen felt a little helpless, so he sat on the bedside to accompany him again.

Neither of them spoke, Mo Xian looked at him quietly, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.Shu Chen looked at him quietly, his brows were full of worry.

For the first three days, Mo Xian couldn't get out of bed, and depended on Shu Chen for food and clothing. Mo Xian didn't feel that this was suffering, but enjoyed it a lot, until after getting out of bed on the third day...

"what--"

Shu Chen heard a loud cry in the room in the kitchen, put down the basin in his hand, and ran over.

It turned out that Mo Xian had been lying on the bed for three days and wanted to go out for a walk. He felt that his hair was a bit messy, so he went to straighten his hair casually. As soon as his hands touched the hair, he felt something was wrong. Why did it prick his hands?

So I went to look in the mirror, I didn't know if I didn't take a picture, I was shocked, the hair of the person in the mirror was slightly messed up, it was okay, but there was no hair in a small area on the back of the head, how important the hair was to him, it was gone How could he see people with hair, so there was that exclamation.

Shu Chen ran over anxiously and asked, "Mo Xian, what's the matter?" But he saw Mo Xian standing in front of the mirror and muttering to himself.

"What's the matter with my hair?" Mo Xian's tone was filled with anger. After all, a person who is used to flirtatious cares about his appearance and clothing the most.

Shu Chen faltered and replied: "Well, aren't you injured? The doctor said that the wound should be treated and the hair cut off, so I agreed."

"You...you..." Mo Xian didn't know whether to laugh or cry, the length of the hair is only slightly prickly now, it will take at least half a year for it to grow enough to be tied!

"Don't be angry, don't be angry, it's fine, it will grow out soon." Shu Chen comforted.

Seeing Shu Chen's flustered appearance, fearing that he would get angry, Mo Xian, no matter how much anger he had, would vanish into nothingness