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A scorpion taller than a man?

"Brother Su Ying, have you encountered a scorpion spirit?" Song Xiao teased.

"Really, right in front." Su Ying turned around and pointed forward, "There are four or five, and they are climbing very quickly!"

Chu and Jin and others were interested in going over and taking a look. Unfortunately, the boss was not very interested. What kind of scorpions that were taller than they could not eat? Does it have anything to do with him? Yun Mo is now all his mind is on the young master who is closed and falls in his arms without moving.

Murong Lingfeng's face was blocked by the white jade mask, but the remaining half could still be seen, and it was very unnaturally red. Yun Mo touched her cheeks, which was hot. He frowned and shook her, "Murong, Murong!"

Chu Jin came over and wanted to touch him, but Yun Mo reached out to block him, "What are you doing?"

Chu Jin curled his lips, what can he do? "Look at what's wrong with her, you can't faint for no reason, right?" As a result, treating him as a wolf so cautious? It's indeed an old jealous jar!

Yun Mo raised Murong Lingfeng's wrist and sent it to Chu Jin. He could take his pulse, but he was not allowed to touch his face.

Murong Lingfeng was not seriously injured, but he was tired from the journey and was suffering from cold evil in the sky. In addition, his body was weak and he suddenly had a high fever.

The princess was burned, who would have the intention to see the big scorpion? Yun Mo hugged the person in his arms, turned over the horse, and ran towards Meizhou Prefecture, the nearest mansion to Meishan.

After entering the city, they quickly found an inn to stay. Yun Mo carried Murong Lingfeng to the bed and asked Chu Jin to take a closer look.

Doctors pay attention to looking, listening, asking and touching. Looking is the first step. Chu Jin reached out to take off the half-white jade mask on her face. Not to mention anything else, it would be uncomfortable to wear it like this. Yun Mo quickly took action first, but the face behind the mask made everyone open their mouths unconsciously.

Song Xiao looked at Murong Lingfeng's face, then looked at the mask in Yun Mo's hand. It was taken off, why did he still have one?

Yun Mo also felt strange and stretched out his index finger and poked it. Murong Lingfeng snorted uncomfortable. Yun Mo withdrew his hand and the remaining soft and tender touch under his fingertips, the hot temperature was the skin.

She won't look like this, right?

"This should be the afterimage mask." Song Ye, who had not spoken, stood aside and replied, "When creating the mask, spiritual energy was injected into it. After the mask was taken off, the shadow would remain on the face until the wearer was willing to erase it or reach a certain period of time."

"How long?" Yun Mo asked.

Song Ye shook his head. He had only heard of it. It was the first time he saw the real thing. "That depends on who cast it. The afterimage mask belongs to spiritual weapons, and there are only five pieces of Zhantian Da 6. Three of them were made by Baili Lian, a master of spiritual weapons casting, five thousand years ago, and now it is in the Xihua royal family. The other was obtained by Wu Jun, the leader of Wuzhai Village, two thousand years ago. Thirty years ago, it was presented to the predecessor as a birthday gift to the predecessor. It was placed in the red sandalwood box on the desk of His Majesty's imperial study. The last one was in Zhantian Palace. It was said that it was a divine object that was descended from the beginning of heaven and earth. However, there were too many such legends in Zhantian Palace, but there were few that could be truly proved."

Murong Lingfeng's afterimage mask is definitely not owned by Emperor Chu. So it depends on whether she has anything to do with the Xihua royal family or is it difficult to tell the mysterious Zhantian Palace.

They subconsciously tend to be more inclined to Xihua. After all, no one dares to blaspheme the existence of the Zhantian Palace that is like a god.

Chu Jin took the mask and looked at it, "Murong's wife as the head of the family and Empress Dowager Xihua are sisters. It is reasonable for her to have something from Xihua in her hands."

Speaking of which, the wife of Anguo Duke of Nanchu is the younger sister of Empress Dowager Xihua and Mrs. Murong Yu married An Shuli, the young daughter of Duke of Anguo, as his wife, and should be closer to Nanchu. But in the past decade, the Murong family and the Southern Chu State have not violated the rivers. There are rumors that it is because of the unbreakable and chaotic feelings between Murong Yu and Emperor Nanchu. So this time he is willing to help save Emperor Chu, is it still unfinished?

I thought Murong Lingfeng was just suffering from cold evil, and he would be cured by a few doses of medicine. But they all ignored her identity as the descendant of Jiushang Valley. As the world's number one medical valley, its young valley master is not new.

Everything has two sides, and all poisons are not invaded. The same medicine is not a doctor. Murong Lingfeng will not be poisoned, but the good medicine is just a bitter taste for her and will not have any effect. This is the case now.

Chu Jin changed several prescriptions but failed. Instead, it became more and more serious. Only then did he remember this. Song Xiao held the medicine bowl and looked at the young master who was lying on Yun Mo's legs with a bitter face and his eyes were closed and his bile was almost vomiting. His little face was so pale that even the people watching him felt uncomfortable for her.

"Or don't take medicine, cool her down and sweat."

Chu Jin's sign had already smashed. Yun Mo now had extremely distrustful of him and kicked everyone out and closed the door.

Yun Mo took off her coat, lay on the bed, hugged Murong Lingfeng in her arms, and used her internal energy to warm her body. After a long time, she finally stopped shaking, and the painful expression on her face eased. Her cold hands and feet gradually returned to their temperature. Her slightly opened mouth was panting but looked much better than before. Yun Mo hugged her and lay down for three days before the fever subsided. A thin layer of sweat floated on Murong Lingfeng's forehead, and her clothes were also infected with sweat and became wet.

After lying for another half a day, the young master frowned and opened his eyes. The dazzling sunlight made her turn over irritably, and pierced her head into Yun Mo's arms and rub it habitually.

As she rubbed her, Murong Lingfeng finally realized something was wrong. She touched the strong muscles under her hands, slowly raised her head to look at Yun Mo, her mouth opened, but she couldn't make a sound because of her dry throat.

"Are you awake?" Yun Mo helped her stuff the quilt horns, got out of bed, poured a bowl of water, and brought it to her, and fed it to her bite by bit.

After a bowl of water was down, Murong Lingfeng's throat finally stopped being so dry and painful. He could speak, and the first thing she did was to scold in a hoarse voice, "Rogue!"

Yun Mo made her happy, "I have been guarding you for three days and three nights and didn't close your eyes. I exhausted my internal strength. You are a little unscrupulous. Don't say thank you, but you still think that you are a hooligan. If you are a hooligan, you can still lie here with all your heart?"

Murong Lingfeng pouted and knocked off the hand that pinched her nose, "Then, where is my clothes?" The clothes on her body were made of pure cotton. Although they were also very comfortable, they were definitely different from the silk she wore before.

Yun Mo brought a bowl of white rice porridge, and blew it to her and fed it to her. While explaining, "You were sweating all over and your clothes were wet, so I took it to wash." Yun Mo wiped the white rice grains from the corner of her mouth with a handkerchief, "It was replaced by the shopkeeper's daughter. Sooner or later, you will be my princess. Can I do such a tasteless thing when I take advantage of others' danger?"

Seeing the bowl of porridge, Yun Mo fed her some water, and then he felt relieved and reached out to push her, "Lying in, I will have to see you for a while."

Murong Lingfeng stood firm on his territory, "You go to another house to sleep, or you can hit the floor!"

Yun Mo didn't listen to her. He picked up the person and put it in the bed, lifted the quilt and crawled in, and hugged the person in his arms again, as if he was holding a pillow, and he refused to let go.

Yun Mo slapped the little guy who was moving in his arms with punishment, "Be honest."

Murong Lingfeng was so angry that he bit his chest hard, but he had never even slapped his butt!

Yun Mo patted her back as if she didn't feel anything, "Be good, sleep with me for a while, and let the shopkeeper steam a turtle for you later."

"Not to eat turtles! I want to eat spicy hot pot!"

"No, your cold has not healed yet. You can't eat spicy and greasy ones."

"Hmph, then you need assorted fried rice."

“This can be there.”

Murong Lingfeng frowned, was this conversational pattern wrong? Is it so easy for her to be abducted?

In fact, it was so easy. Before the assorted fried rice was cashed, she fell asleep again in a daze under Yun Mo's gentle pat.

I don’t know if it was because I was too tired or something else, Yun Mo slept very peacefully and didn’t wake up until the next morning, or because Murong Lingfeng was full and was making trouble in his arms.

Seeing that he finally opened his eyes, Murong Lingfeng quickly grabbed his head hard, "Let me go! I'm so uncomfortable in one position!"

The young man was so angry that he wanted to kick him. Why didn't this person change when he was sleeping? He pressed on her and half-pulled his body and numbed his body.

Yun Mo grabbed her head from her hand, stretched her waist and sat up, and turned around and saw that she was still lying there in her previous position.

Murong Lingfeng stared at him with his eyes slanted and said gritting his teeth, "Why don't you rub me quickly, I can't move!"

After lying in bed for four days, the young master Murong, who had just recovered from a serious illness, said that he was not healed. His whole body was soft and he couldn't lift it up.

Yun Mo helped her to sit down at the table and asked the waiter to serve a bowl of rice porridge. The young master's face immediately became muscular again, "It's porridge again, where is my assorted fried rice?"

"Can your appetite bear it? Let's drink some thinness to moisten your stomach first."

Murong Lingfeng angrily used a spoon to stir up the porridge bowl and couldn't even put his mouth down. Yun Mo had no choice but to ask the waiter to bring a plate of fried rice on it. The little guy immediately pursed his lips and smiled.

Yun Mo put the chopsticks aside and raised his chin to signal her to drink the porridge first. "You can only eat a little fried rice, otherwise your stomach will be uncomfortable, and I won't rub it for you if you have a stomachache."

This time Murong Lingfeng just flattened his mouth and said nothing, and obediently drank porridge.

Yun Mo looked at this little guy, he was still a child at all. Thinking about his future daddy career... he was still a little expectant. Was he stunned and not awake yet?

"What are your plans next?"

The two of them sat at the table chatting with their stomachs.

Murong Lingfeng picked up the tea bowl and took a sip, and put it down again if it was too hot. "Among the seven spiritual medicines, I only know that the snow Ganoderma lucidum is on the top of the sky, the night sand is in the ghost cave of the Meilin, and the phoenix egg is in the bathing mountain. There are rumors that the sea dragon scales are in the Beihai, and some are in the Hutou Bay. I don't know which one is true, but I prefer the Beihai. As for the earth fire spirit, jade stone and ice cordyceps, I really have no clues at all. There are also medicines, corpse ginseng, and I don't know where to go."

Yun Mo just handed her a letter written by Murong Lingxue and sent it with the order of Princess Wu. The general meaning is that you are so brave that you dare to leave without saying goodbye while I was drinking tea and chatting with the princess! It seems that it’s really itchy to not get scalped for three days! Remember this for you first, and when you see the Holy Prince, go with others honestly. You dare to act a fool again. When you come back, we will settle the new and old accounts together!

Young Master Murong, who was still thinking about rebelling, immediately became depressed and was exploited and oppressed for two lifetimes. His surrender had long been buried deep in his bones and blood. Whenever Murong Lingxue crossed her legs and raised her chin to look down on all living beings, the young master wanted to lie down and call out to the Queen. The Queen said, how dare you not obey?

However, Murong Lingfeng followed Queen Snow. She was not convinced by this saint prince who had come out halfway, so she was so naughty and causing trouble for Yun Mo along the way.

That's it now.

The two were talking about the important matters, discussing whether to go to the Yusheng Mountain or the Meilin first. Murong Lingfeng suddenly heard something was messy outside, and it seemed that something had happened. The young master has never been a calm master. When there was a lively trip, he immediately threw the important matters behind his head and ran to the window and leaned down.

Yun Mo chased after him with a cloak, "Be careful of catching a cold."

Murong Lingfeng looked up at the window.

A group of people came not far away. Four yamen runners were carrying stretchers, and a middle-aged man in his forties lay on it. He was burly and powerful. He looked like a martial arts practitioner. However, at this time, his eyes were closed, his face was ashen, his lips were purple and black, and his chest no longer had a fluctuation. He was obviously exhausted.

A female family caught up from behind and cried and wanted to pounce on her. Fortunately, she was stopped by several passers-by. Some were comforting, some sympathetic, some regretful, and some were more frightened.

"There has been a scorpion in Meizhou Prefecture recently, and many people have died." Yun Mo answered her questions, "But I only heard that in the surrounding villages, why did you come to the city today?"

"Viral Scorpion?"

Yun Mo shrugged, "I don't know if it's poisonous. It's said that he's quite big."

Su Ying saw a tall scorpion, which was indeed true. Now the prefect is worried about this matter. I don’t know if the scorpion has become a spirit or something. Once the equipment is fully equipped, the city defense army will go up the mountain to fight the scorpion, and the mountain will be empty and cannot even find the molt. When the scorpion team returns in vain and returns to the city, the big scorpion will emerge from the cave to harm the villagers.

Murong Lingfeng really didn't care much about the scorpion. She cared more about the man who had already died on the stretcher. She grabbed the chopsticks from the air that the waiter on the table had not had time to take away, threw them down casually, and passed the chopsticks past the crowd and inserted them straight into the man's chest.

The sudden situation made the street quiet instantly. Before everyone could react, Murong Lingfeng raised his fingers lightly, shot two golden threads from his wrist and wrapped them around the chopsticks. With a little force, he pulled them out again.

The black blood gushed out like a fountain, jumping three feet high, the blood gradually became smaller, and the blood color became lighter and returned to normal bright red. The man's lips were no longer weird black and purple, and even his complexion seemed to be a little rosy than just now. His lips opened slightly, coughed twice, and he actually opened his eyes and came back to life.

Although they were just worried about him and said that he shouldn't have gone like this at such a young age, but now that he was resurrected from the dead, everyone was so scared that they retreated. The yamen runners almost threw him on the ground, and only the crying little lady rushed up, hugging him and laughing, "Brother Yan! I'm not dreaming, are you really living again? Brother Yan, no matter whether you are alive or alive, I will be with you, don't leave me behind!"

"Hey, if you hug me so tightly, he will really be unable to recover!" Murong Lingfeng leaned against the window, grabbed a handful of peanuts and watched the show while eating, and threw out a few big holes around the man. "When you are angry, why should you take it back and see the doctor? Why are you appealing on the road? Do you have no wife to bully me?"

The "wives" behind him coughed at the right time, and Murong Lingfeng turned his head to glar at him, "Entertainment, something, the master hasn't nodded yet. Let's see who dares to tie her into the sedan chair! Let's put it on first, and then discuss it later!

Someone downstairs finally came to his senses and shouted that it was a miracle doctor, and the miracle doctor saved Li Yan!

The yamen runners reacted quickly this time, and they carried the man to the second floor.

The little lady knelt down in front of Murong Lingfeng with a pounce, "Miscellaneous Doctor, please save my brother Yan! I am willing to be a cow and a horse to repay the kindness of the miracle doctor."
Chapter completed!