Mo Xiao washed the white wine Zhao Xiuli brought over several times, grabbed the weeds beside him, chose some and washed them with the stream water, rubbed them into mud with his hands, and applied them to the wound.

"Is it a poisonous snake?" Zhao Xiuli asked carefully.

"Yes, but fortunately it's not the most poisonous type. I released blood and applied it to the outside of the seven-leaf and one-branch lotus. I'm temporarily stable. I'll go back to the clinic and get some poison-clearing medicine and take it. It should be fine."

When Zhao Xiuli heard Mo Xiao say that it was okay, she breathed a sigh of relief, turned her head and looked at the poisonous snake that was beaten to death by Chonglou in the grass.

She suddenly took a breath in her heart, and then she saw clearly that the arrow shot into the snake's body was not an arrow, but a branch. It should have been picked up from the ground just now when Chonglou heard Mo Xiao's call.

While running, he had to shoot a tiny branch from a distance accurately into the rapidly moving poisonous snake seven inches. Even the best guards in the mansion were not as good as the guards. Perhaps only her uncle Zhao Qingfeng could compare with him, but Zhao Qingfeng's martial arts was personally taught by the real person in Meishan. So where did this little guy get his skills?

Zhao Xiuli couldn't help but look at the heavy building with her hair like a knife cut, her eyebrows like ink paintings, and her peach blossom eyes like drunkenness. Haha, the glance before getting in the car just now seemed to be a handsome man, and now I look at it like this, I feel that there is no one in the world.

Zhao Xiuli suddenly felt that if she married such a person, even if he was just a friend, she would be willing to do so. Thinking of this, she felt that the deer in her chest was bumping into her, and a red cloud suddenly flew out of her face. Her eyes looked at Chonglou and she desperately looked out with small pink bubbles.

Mo Xiao on the side did not notice Zhao Xiuli's abnormality at all. She is just thinking about what to do next.

In this situation, she must have to go back to the clinic. The simple treatment just now was not enough. But everyone had been in the carriage for so long, and they had to go home before they even started to enjoy the peach blossoms. Isn’t it a bit too disappointing?

"Let's go, go back to the clinic." Someone seemed to have made up her mind before she could think for too long.

Before Mo Xiao could react, he was beaten and picked up and walked towards the carriage.

"Hey, wait, you hugged someone without asking a question. Did I agree?"

"Can you leave like this?"

"Uh, no." Walking speeds up blood flow unless she wants to die.

"That's it."

"But... you just touched my butt." It was actually just a thigh.

Chonglou paused and moved his hands holding his lower limbs a little further.

"Your chest touches mine." Can the princess hug not touch my chest?

A man tried his best to straighten his chest and held his hands out, so that Mo Xiao's body did not rely on his chest. However, this posture was to use the power of his forearm to hug a living person, or a living person who was not very light in weight.

Mo Xiao secretly felt so happy. This posture was definitely much more difficult than carrying two buckets of water in an empty hand, but looking at his relaxed face, she felt that the difficulty coefficient was not enough.

"you……"

"If you talk about it, I will put you on the ground!"

Mo Xiao just spoke the word "you" and was ruthlessly interrupted by a certain man.

She raised her head slightly, and looked at him with a big black face, and the corners of her mouth were still twitching.

OK, let's tease the young and handsome guys so far. Mo Xiao silently lowered his head and pretended to be a little bird.

Put Mo Xiao in the car carefully and quickly get rid of the horse.

"By the way, then Mother Li and Licorice are still in the village. We have to go and tell them first, see if they want to go back together or pick them up tomorrow."

Chonglou had already tidied up his horse's head and jumped into the car. He pulled the reins in his hand, and the horse raised its hooves and ran away.

"Hey, you didn't hear what I said, and Xiuli and Junshen haven't gotten in the car yet. Why did you get the carriage up?"

Mo Xiao is now so angry that he dares to say something but not move.

"There are too crowded and it's not convenient for you to lie down. Besides, don't you say you want to send someone to report the message to Li's mother and Licorice? Miss Zhao and the little kid stayed to report the message."

Chonglou is now unwilling to accept the orders of the outside king. His horse whip kept throwing up, and he had no intention of stopping.

"Sister Mo, your fruit, oh, why did you pull the car away?" Junsheng held a fruit in his hand and chased after the carriage. After two steps, he found that his short legs could not catch up with the horse's legs at all, so he stopped and cursed.

Mo Xiao lay in the carriage, wanting to stand up and drink and stop him, but he is afraid of snake venom, so he has to swallow his anger for a while.

Forget it, wait until you return to the clinic before you settle the score.

The carriage walked faster than when it came, but it was very stable, which means that this heavy building was a familiar style. Mo Xiao leaned against the car frame and looked at the mysterious boy through the curtain.

Many contradictory characteristics are integrated into one.

He said he was noble and could drive carriages and do rough work.

I should say he is a simple guy, but he exudes the aura of being arrogant and arrogant from time to time.

Mo Xiao felt that he had seen countless people, and he felt that he would not read it wrong. This young man had hatred and ambition in his eyes, but also had a innocent heart, so he would frown when he was silent, and would be very open when he smiled, and would stand up when he was in danger. Uh, he should be taking drugs.

"Hey, you're not dead, are you?"

Chonglou's unceremonious question interrupted Mo Xiao's thoughts.

Mo Xiao angrily scolded, "I'm not dead even if you die. If you care about others, just choose a nice question. As soon as you open your mouth, you just ask if someone dies. It's really uneducated."

"It will be at least half an hour to go back to the clinic. It's boring to catch a train like this. It's better to sing a song to listen to it." Chonglou said.

Mo Xiao knew that he was afraid that she would die of poison in the back of the carriage quietly. Thinking about this wonderful spring scenery, there should be singing.

For some reason, she suddenly thought of the invisible wings and sang it opens her mouth.

Every time, I am strong in loneliness;

Every time, even if you are very injured, you will not burst into tears.

I know, I have always had double invisible wings.

Take me flying, fly over despair.

...

Mo Xiao's voice was crisp and clean. When singing this song, maybe I thought of the original owner Mo Xiao's life experience. The voice she sang was filled with a hint of emotion and was somewhat sad.

After a song, the silence between the two returned to their original state.

"What kind of singing is that you are not angry at all, and you sing it all the whole spring is gone." Chonglou was silent for a long time and finally gave a comment without hesitation.

"Hmph, you say it nicely. If you have the ability, you can sing a person with great spirit to me!" Mo Xiao didn't want to be polite to such people who completely disrespect the fruits of others' labor.

"Sing, just sing, listen."

Chonglou cleared his throat and sang when he opened his voice.

Drive six dragons and ride the wind.

Traveling all over the world, the eight countries under the road.

Climb the mountains and the valley, and ride the clouds.

...

The river is gone and does not flow eastward.

Relieve your sorrow and drink jade juice.

Follow the action, go east to Penglai Mountain and up to the gate of heaven.

...

Kneel and receive it, respect the gods.

When this happens, the Tao will come.

Mo Xiao always thought that he sang well, and always thought that the poem must be too monotonous.

Now, she felt that she was half wrong, so of course she sang well, but the poem Chonglou felt like it was a shocking feeling. It turned out that the poem could be sung and it was very nice.

But how does the flavor of this poem sound like a king?

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Here we use invisible wings and Cao Cao's poems, because...

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