Chapter 83 Falling in love with you becomes a disease 35
Seeing his serious and quiet look, Qing Wu raised his hand, touched his lips, blew him a kiss, and gave him a wink.
Mo Xuan's eyes suddenly darkened, and he felt that the tips of his ears were getting faintly hot.
He put his index finger slightly to his lips and coughed softly.
He reached out to hold her hand that was holding his sleeve, and squeezed it gently.
He whispered: "Don't make trouble."
Qingwu couldn't help but rub his ears.
Doctor Mo's voice has always been clear and melodious, but now he spoke in a lowered voice, which was really indescribably sultry.
It sounds like my ears are pregnant.
They were still discussing, so she didn't bother him anymore.
But when she wanted to take back her hand, he didn't let go.
Not only that, she also felt her palms being lightly scratched by him.
There was an electric itch in her palms, which made her want to withdraw her hands.
Mo Xuan sat upright and held her hand a little harder.
Qingwu looked at him in surprise.
He also said that he would not make trouble, so what was he doing? What a prude!
There were constant little moves on their side, and the third prince who accidentally witnessed this scene was a little heartbroken.
In broad daylight, Lang Lang Qiankun even blatantly showed affection in front of him and bullied him for being alone and without a wife!
Come out of the meeting hall.
Qing Wu led Mo Xuan and walked slowly.
"Axuan, do you have a way to eradicate the plague?"
Plague, in the ancient plane, was a serious disease that could spread thousands of miles and kill tens of thousands of people. Now no one has figured out a cure.
When visiting officials, they can only isolate the sick people and send heavy troops to guard them, preventing them from contact with the outside world.
Kinder officials would treat people until they died and then burn them.
The decisive officials, when they discovered the plague heads, isolated and burned the sick people. Now Yigu County has locked up sick people in the suburbs.
From the outbreak of the plague to the present, five hundred people have been imprisoned in various places. More than two hundred people died.
Very serious.
Mo Xuan thought for a moment.
"Not yet. We need to understand the patient's condition before we can prescribe the right medicine."
"Then let's go take a look now?" Qing Wu suggested.
Mo Xuan stopped and looked at her seriously, "Awu, it's me, not us."
She was slightly stunned: "I'm already here, of course I have to go and see."
"No." Doctor Mo's attitude was firm.
Knowing what he was worried about, Qing Wu still had a headache.
Does she seem such an unreliable person?
Looking into those beautiful and cold eyes, after pondering for a few seconds, she let go of his hand and took two steps forward, waving to him, "Okay, then you can go alone, I won't join in the fun." ”
"Awu..."
Seeing her suddenly letting go of him, thinking she was angry, Mo Xuan pursed his lips, a little at a loss.
After taking a few steps, Qing Wu suddenly thought that although Doctor Mo was a miracle doctor, he was still an ordinary person in essence.
She stopped, sighed softly at last, and turned back helplessly.
"Lower your head."
Mo Xuan didn't know why, but he still bowed his head obediently.
In the courtyard, the slender young man lowered his head and leaned over, his eyes soft and focused. His dark hair, which was tied up casually, fell on his shoulders and crossed his delicate snow-white face.
Qing Wu raised a hand, gathered the remaining spiritual power in his body into his palm, and then gently patted his smooth forehead.
(End of chapter)