She was weak, and she was torn between Lord Lu and Wu Yuan's judgment again, and she wanted to rest for a while, but the two people outside didn't let her worry.

However, they are also concerned about it.

Thinking of this, Song Jingyue blew the whistle that Song Juelin gave her.

This whistle was the first time she had blown it, and the sound was very special, a bit like the sound of a bell.

It's wonderful.

Hearing the whistle, Song Juelin was distracted and was kicked to the ground by Mo Xianyun.

"Your Highness, I have conceded." Mo Xianyun put away his sword and looked at him.

"Humph!" Song Juelin patted her knees and stood up and said, "The way you make a move is a bit like an old friend in this palace!" ”

"Your Highness, if you want to let the humble profession teach you martial arts, you don't have to do this." Mo Xianyun turned around and walked back to the door of the room, guarding like a big Buddha.

Song Juelin glared at him: "Ridiculous! Do you know what the whistle of the emperor means? ”

"I don't know."

"That's what Bengong gave her, she asked Bengong to go in, you get out of the way!"

Mo Xianyun wanted to stop it, but heard Song Jingyue shouting inside: "Brother Rin, come in!" ”

Song Juelin glanced at Mo Xianyun triumphantly, bypassed him and pushed the door in.

Entering the house, Song Jingyue didn't let him get close, only let him stay outside the screen, and said, "Brother Rin, Wu Yuan has judged that there is a way to cure Yue'er, don't worry, Yue'er is fine." ”

"Nonsense, this plague man must be weak, feverish and headache, you are so uncomfortable now, but no one is allowed to come in to serve you, what is this like?! I'll stay here tonight! Song Juelin said.

Song Jingyue knew that he would never give up until he achieved his goal, and she also knew that he cared about her so stubbornly, so in order not to panic, she had to say: "Brother Rin, you can't stay, Yue'er has taken the medicine, and she will get better soon." You're going to help Yue'er find Yue'er's murderer! ”

He will naturally look for the murderer or something, but what did she just say? Taken medication?

"What medicine did you take? The medicine prescribed by the Wu Yuan has just begun to decoction, when did you drink it? Song Juelin asked curiously.

Song Jingyue said: "After Yue'er became unwell, she asked Brother Jingling to give the prescription to the crown princess, because the crown princess took medicine every day, so let her help decoct the medicine, no one would suspect it." and asked people to exchange her decocted medicine with the ordinary medicine I drank, do you remember, before the Wu Yuan came to the verdict, Runyu sent a bowl of ordinary potion to Yue'er? It was a medicine for the plague that had been exchanged by the crown princess. ”

Listening to Song Jingyue's words, Song Juerin suddenly felt that she was being entwined.

What medicine? Why exchange? Who is afraid of doubt?

"You mean, you asked the crown princess to help you decoct the medicine? Why are you doing that? How do you know a cure for the plague? Song Juelin had too many questions in her heart.

"I'll talk to you about this later. Yue'er hasn't recovered yet, and it's dangerous for you to come in like this! Yue'er suspects that if Concubine Ru wants to attack me, if Brother Rin wants to avenge Yue'er, please help Yue'er keep an eye on the Jade Palace. ”

"Like a concubine?!"

"Yes, Brother Rin, get out of here! Yue'er wants to rest, you quarrel with Brother Jingling here, Yue'er can't sleep at all! ”

Song Juelin still had a lot of questions to ask, but seeing that Song Jingyue's voice was relatively weak, she dispelled her thoughts, anyway, she has always had an opinion, this time, if she is not completely sure, she will not be so calm, she has a way.

It's no wonder that Jingling can be so calm!

Just believe her!

"Then I'm leaving! If you want to see me, blow the whistle, and I will come. ”

"I see, it's just that the sound of your whistle is strange, like a silver bell." Song Jingyue touched the delicate whistle.

"Specially, it's made for you. I'll go first, I'll help you keep an eye on the Jade Palace!" ”

After Song Juelin left, it could be regarded as clean, Song Jingyue twisted the quilt, lay down and closed her eyes to rest.

When she opened her eyes again, she found Mo Xianyun sitting on the edge of her bed, holding a handkerchief to help her wipe her sweat.

Seeing her open her eyes, a flash of joy and relief flashed on Mo Xianyun's face.

"Brother Yun, why did you come in...... Not for you to ...... Don't come in? Song Jingyue looked at him in a daze.

"I didn't feel at ease, so I came in." Mo Xianyun put her big hand on Song Jingyue's forehead and touched it gently, feeling a little hot.

"Has Yue'er's fever subsided?" Song Jingyue blinked.

"It still seems to be a little hot." Mo Xianyun wasn't very sure.

Although he is strong in martial arts, he is not very good at pharmacology, but he only knows a little bit of skin.

So this time of the plague, he had no choice but to believe in Song Jingyue.

Trusted to the faith, I was still worried in my heart, so I came in to take care of her regardless of it.

Song Jingyue looked at his handsome face, and there was a little more softness between her eyebrows.

"Are you feeling better?" Mo Xianyun asked.

"No, it's sour." Song Jingyue raised her hand and looked at Mo Xianyun aggrievedly.

I had a fever, my body was very weak, and I was sour everywhere.

Mo Xianyun sighed and helped her rub her hands, "You know that the veil is poisonous, and you still need to use it." ”

"If you are not completely sure, Yue'er will not risk her life, Brother Yun can rest assured."

Watching him lower his eyebrows and lowering his eyes, carefully helping her rub her arms, that serious appearance is really pleasing to the eye.

"Brother Yun is the best." Song Jingyue couldn't help but grab his arm, and rubbed her little head against his hand.

Although she is completely sure, she is sick after all, and people who are sick are more hypocritical and fragile.

This time, Mo Xianyun's heart was beating very fast, he reached out to hold her small body, let her lean in his arms, and gently patted her little hands, as if coaxing a child.

Being treated as a child by him can have such good benefits.

No matter how spoiled and coquettish, he will not refuse.

It's just that he just treats her as a sister.

Thinking of this, Song Jingyue rubbed him into his arms again, treating him as a pillow, wrapping around his waist and leaning against him.

"Sleep. I'm watching over you. ”

Mo Xianyun lowered her head and watched her fall asleep with her eyes closed, her eyebrows twisted slightly, her fair little face flushed with heat, and her cherry mouth opened slightly, cute and pitiful.

Her body was so soft that she held it in her arms like a bouquet of flowers.

Mo Xianyun stared at her red lips, and lowered her head a few inches until she could feel her snort, and the thin and soft breath made him unable to hold it for a moment, and his thin lips moved to her lips......

Just when he was about to touch that touch of softness, Mo Xianyun moved his face away in a panic, with a guilty face!

A gentleman does not take advantage of others!

But he is not a gentleman.

Once this thought is born, it cannot be extinguished.

His eyes flashed, he put the girl in his arms on the bed, helped her pull the quilt, and made sure that she was really asleep, then squatted on the edge of the bed, looked at her sleeping face, lowered his head, and hurriedly kissed her on the lips, fragrant, soft, and happy in his heart.