Chapter 2411: 2411
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"No Mo Lingwei took down the half wet handkerchief on his forehead, dipped it in warm water, and wiped his forehead: "the medicine in the camp is almost used up. By the way, I went to the drugstore to buy some. How about you?"
"Seeing you, I'm half better." Feng Shaojin stares at her delicate eyebrows, smiles slightly, and the dark eyes are full of light.
He seldom gets sick. Even if he gets sick, he is still strong. How could he be so weak.
At this time, Feng Shaojin, who had been cold and resolute, was just like an ordinary patient who was vulnerable and needed care. His face was pale to bloodless, his thin lips were dry, but his eyebrows and eyes were much softer.
The bedding slides to the chest, revealing the white tunic inside. The once meticulous ink hair hangs down in small pieces, which is less dignified and more gentle.
Mo Lingwei's palm stuck to his forehead, "the fever has subsided. Two hours later, I'll take the medicine again. After tonight, I'll sweat all over. I'll be fine tomorrow."
Mo Ling Wei flicked her wrist, "you let me go."
"Where are you going?" Feng Shaojin asked.
"I'll go to the kitchen and bring some porridge." Mo Ling Wei Ye Ye Bei Jiao: "it's already noon."
Feng Shaojin finally reluctantly released her fingers. After she left, she raised her hand and touched the forehead that she had wiped. The corners of her lips involuntarily hooked. A sick smile appeared on her face.
In a flash, like fireworks in general, bright Fanghua.
When Mo Jinlan pushed the door in, she happened to see feng Shaojin's smile different from the past. She was stunned and put the tray on the table.
Feng Shaojin sat up: "how are you, Ling Wei?"
"She was called to distribute the medicine." Seeing that Feng Shaojin's face changed, Mo Jinlan said quickly: "it's coming soon. She asked me to feed you this bowl of porridge. Please have some."
Feng Shaojin refused to eat, half on the bed, closed her eyes, asked: "you accompany her out of the camp, on the way there is danger?"
"Well, I met a Japanese warrior and a fine craftsman. Fortunately, there was no danger." Mo Jinlan stands at the head of the bed and tells Feng Shaojin what happened in the drugstore.
Finally, he said, "on the way to the governor's mansion, I met he Wenhao."
Feng Shaojin raised her eyes: "what did you say?"
"It's all about the situation in Yuncheng and the survival of the people. Ling Wei is worried about the current situation and gives he Wenhao a hairpin to try to contact Chu Yunyao..." Mo Jinlan looks at Feng Shaojin and explains: "don't misunderstand them. Ling Wei wants he Wenhao to help deliver gunpowder and Western medicine from the north when she hears that your weapon storehouse has been destroyed by the Asians 。
Ling Wei said that Chu Yunyao had her own pharmaceutical factory and set up a gunpowder factory. She just wanted to win more when Feng Jiajun was fighting against the Oriental people....
Feng Shaojin's face became more and more gloomy. He waved and said to Mo Jinlan, "I know. You go out first."
Mo Jinlan took the bowl: "the porridge is getting cold. I'll feed you first."
Feng Shaojin refused: "no, I didn't break my hand."
Mo Jinlan, "...
Mo Jinlan didn't know if she had said something wrong, so she went out of the bedroom nervously.
When Mo Lingwei came in, she saw that the bowl of porridge was placed on the low cabinet at the head of the bed. It didn't move at all. Feng Shaojin leaned on the head of the bed and closed her eyes. Her face was a little bad. She didn't know what she was thinking.
Mo Lingwei stuffed the bowl into Feng Shaojin's hand: "people are iron, rice is steel, at least eat some."
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"No Mo Lingwei took down the half wet handkerchief on his forehead, dipped it in warm water, and wiped his forehead: "the medicine in the camp is almost used up. By the way, I went to the drugstore to buy some. How about you?"
"Seeing you, I'm half better." Feng Shaojin stares at her delicate eyebrows, smiles slightly, and the dark eyes are full of light.
He seldom gets sick. Even if he gets sick, he is still strong. How could he be so weak.
At this time, Feng Shaojin, who had been cold and resolute, was just like an ordinary patient who was vulnerable and needed care. His face was pale to bloodless, his thin lips were dry, but his eyebrows and eyes were much softer.
The bedding slides to the chest, revealing the white tunic inside. The once meticulous ink hair hangs down in small pieces, which is less dignified and more gentle.
Mo Lingwei's palm stuck to his forehead, "the fever has subsided. Two hours later, I'll take the medicine again. After tonight, I'll sweat all over. I'll be fine tomorrow."
Mo Ling Wei flicked her wrist, "you let me go."
"Where are you going?" Feng Shaojin asked.
"I'll go to the kitchen and bring some porridge." Mo Ling Wei Ye Ye Bei Jiao: "it's already noon."
Feng Shaojin finally reluctantly released her fingers. After she left, she raised her hand and touched the forehead that she had wiped. The corners of her lips involuntarily hooked. A sick smile appeared on her face.
In a flash, like fireworks in general, bright Fanghua.
When Mo Jinlan pushed the door in, she happened to see feng Shaojin's smile different from the past. She was stunned and put the tray on the table.
Feng Shaojin sat up: "how are you, Ling Wei?"
"She was called to distribute the medicine." Seeing that Feng Shaojin's face changed, Mo Jinlan said quickly: "it's coming soon. She asked me to feed you this bowl of porridge. Please have some."
Feng Shaojin refused to eat, half on the bed, closed her eyes, asked: "you accompany her out of the camp, on the way there is danger?"
"Well, I met a Japanese warrior and a fine craftsman. Fortunately, there was no danger." Mo Jinlan stands at the head of the bed and tells Feng Shaojin what happened in the drugstore.
Finally, he said, "on the way to the governor's mansion, I met he Wenhao."
Feng Shaojin raised her eyes: "what did you say?"
"It's all about the situation in Yuncheng and the survival of the people. Ling Wei is worried about the current situation and gives he Wenhao a hairpin to try to contact Chu Yunyao..." Mo Jinlan looks at Feng Shaojin and explains: "don't misunderstand them. Ling Wei wants he Wenhao to help deliver gunpowder and Western medicine from the north when she hears that your weapon storehouse has been destroyed by the Asians 。
Ling Wei said that Chu Yunyao had her own pharmaceutical factory and set up a gunpowder factory. She just wanted to win more when Feng Jiajun was fighting against the Oriental people....
Feng Shaojin's face became more and more gloomy. He waved and said to Mo Jinlan, "I know. You go out first."
Mo Jinlan took the bowl: "the porridge is getting cold. I'll feed you first."
Feng Shaojin refused: "no, I didn't break my hand."
Mo Jinlan, "...
Mo Jinlan didn't know if she had said something wrong, so she went out of the bedroom nervously.
When Mo Lingwei came in, she saw that the bowl of porridge was placed on the low cabinet at the head of the bed. It didn't move at all. Feng Shaojin leaned on the head of the bed and closed her eyes. Her face was a little bad. She didn't know what she was thinking.
Mo Lingwei stuffed the bowl into Feng Shaojin's hand: "people are iron, rice is steel, at least eat some."
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"No Mo Lingwei took down the half wet handkerchief on his forehead, dipped it in warm water, and wiped his forehead: "the medicine in the camp is almost used up. By the way, I went to the drugstore to buy some. How about you?" "Seeing you, I'm half better." Feng Shaojin stares at her delicate eyebrows, smiles slightly, and the dark eyes are full of light. He seldom gets sick. Even if he gets sick, he is still strong. How could he be so weak. At this time, Feng Shaojin, who had been cold and resolute, was just like an ordinary patient who was vulnerable and needed care. His face was pale to bloodless, his thin lips were dry, but his eyebrows and eyes were much softer. The bedding slides to the chest, revealing the white tunic inside. The once meticulous ink hair hangs down in small pieces, which is less dignified and more gentle. Mo Lingwei's palm stuck to his forehead, "the fever has subsided. Two hours later, I'll take the medicine again. After tonight, I'll sweat all over. I'll be fine tomorrow." Mo Ling Wei flicked her wrist, "you let me go." "Where are you going?" Feng Shaojin asked. "I'll go to the kitchen and bring some porridge." Mo Ling Wei Ye Ye Bei Jiao: "it's already noon." Feng Shaojin finally reluctantly released her fingers. After she left, she raised her hand and touched the forehead that she had wiped. The corners of her lips involuntarily hooked. A sick smile appeared on her face. In a flash, like fireworks in general, bright Fanghua. When Mo Jinlan pushed the door in, she happened to see feng Shaojin's smile different from the past. She was stunned and put the tray on the table. Feng Shaojin sat up: "how are you, Ling Wei?" "She was called to distribute the medicine." Seeing that Feng Shaojin's face changed, Mo Jinlan said quickly: "it's coming soon. She asked me to feed you this bowl of porridge. Please have some." Feng Shaojin refused to eat, half on the bed, closed her eyes, asked: "you accompany her out of the camp, on the way there is danger?" "Well, I met a Japanese warrior and a fine craftsman. Fortunately, there was no danger." Mo Jinlan stands at the head of the bed and tells Feng Shaojin what happened in the drugstore. Finally, he said, "on the way to the governor's mansion, I met he Wenhao." Feng Shaojin raised her eyes: "what did you say?" "It's all about the situation in Yuncheng and the survival of the people. Ling Wei is worried about the current situation and gives he Wenhao a hairpin to try to contact Chu Yunyao..." Mo Jinlan looks at Feng Shaojin and explains: "don't misunderstand them. Ling Wei wants he Wenhao to help deliver gunpowder and Western medicine from the north when she hears that your weapon storehouse has been destroyed by the Asians Ling Wei said that Chu Yunyao had her own pharmaceutical factory and set up a gunpowder factory. She just wanted to win more when Feng Jiajun was fighting against the Oriental people.... Feng Shaojin's face became more and more gloomy. He waved and said to Mo Jinlan, "I know. You go out first." Mo Jinlan took the bowl: "the porridge is getting cold. I'll feed you first." Feng Shaojin refused: "no, I didn't break my hand." Mo Jinlan, "... Mo Jinlan didn't know if she had said something wrong, so she went out of the bedroom nervously. When Mo Lingwei came in, she saw that the bowl of porridge was placed on the low cabinet at the head of the bed. It didn't move at all. Feng Shaojin leaned on the head of the bed and closed her eyes. Her face was a little bad. She didn't know what she was thinking. Mo Lingwei stuffed the bowl into Feng Shaojin's hand: "people are iron, rice is steel, at least eat some." www.mylovenovel.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
