Quickly wear the water of trouble: after being cheated on, the yandere male protagonist turned evil

Chapter 223 The chancellor's little Jiaojiao is a black lotus (6)

What Hong Ling saw when she hurried over was this scene——

Gu Mo sat on the edge of the bed with a serious face, covering Bai Wu's mouth with one hand, and holding her hand with the other.

Isn't Gu Xiang always quite indifferent to this Su Zhixi?

Why are you worried that she is so worried now?

Hong Ling, who was filled with resentment, did not break out.

She has found out the details of the assassin.

No matter how much Su Zhixi put on a show, it would only delay her own death.

She is not in a hurry either.

Thinking of this, Hong Ling stood beside Gu Mo without changing his face.

An hour later, Court Envoy Chen finally stopped the bleeding from Bai Wu's wound. After applying the medicine and bandaging her, he had time to wipe the fine sweat on his forehead with a veil.

After bowing to Gu Mo again, he said: "This girl's injury has been stabilized for the time being. Although the poison of this poisonous needle is not fatal, it should not be underestimated. The next official will go back to the Imperial Hospital to dispense the medicine himself. And attach the method of decoction, Gu Xiang has to be taken care of."

Gu Mo nodded: "Employee Chen has worked hard, Hong Ling, you can escort the envoy back."

"Yes, my lord." After clasping her fists together, Hong Ling led the imperial doctor away.

And Bai Wu, in order to act more realistically, pretended to be dizzy when the imperial doctor bandaged her.

Gu Mo frowned, looking deeply at her still bloodless face.

After the Su family had an accident, he tried his best to rescue Su Zhixi.

In order to prevent things from being exposed, he specially found a doctor to change her appearance, and asked Hong Ling to send her to another country.

Although he didn't understand why she insisted on staying, he understood when he saw her eyes full of hatred.

She should have heard some rumors and regarded herself as the murderer of her father and enemy.

He didn't want to explain the truth of the matter too much to this young lady who lived in the boudoir.

Since she hated him, that would be great.

But what puzzled Gu Mo was, why did she block the assassin's plot for herself tonight?
She should wish him dead more than anyone else.

Despite his misgivings, Gu Mo had no intention of staying. After letting go of Bai Wu's hand, he left the room without looking back.

On the bed, the pale-faced Bai Wu quietly opened her eyes, staring meaningfully at Gu Mo's retreating figure.

It seems that the prime minister really doesn't like the original owner.

The original owner is really pitiful, it's okay to let all wishful thinking go in vain, and he died with hatred so unclearly.

"Don't worry, I will definitely fulfill your wish for you." Bai Wu muttered to herself, curling the corners of her lips.

I don't know if the medicine from the plane store is too effective.

Bai Wu slept for three full days and three nights before waking up.

Of course, in the eyes of others, she was unconscious all the time because of the poison in her body.

Although the people in the prime minister's mansion were very suspicious of this woman of unknown origin who also looked like Su Zhixi, the criminal minister's daughter, she saved their master's life after all, so even if she remained unconscious, They also took good care of her.

What Bai Wu didn't expect was that she saw Gu Mo as soon as she opened her eyes.

He was sitting on a carved yellow wooden chair not far from her, flipping through the ancient books in his hand.

Reaching out to lift the white veil hanging by the side of the bed, Bai Wu finally saw the prime minister's true face clearly.

He was wearing a black robe embroidered with dark silver patterns. The corners of the clothes were neatly laid out on the chair, without any wrinkles, and there was no other decoration except for the dark hair crown tied on his head.

Under the sword eyebrows that entered the temples is a pair of deep eyes, like a stroke of ink on rice paper, with appropriate shades and natural moistness.

Even in profile, Gu Mo's outline is extremely smooth and beautiful, and the curvature of the bridge of the nose is just right, so handsome that no one can pick out any faults.

Even though he was flipping through the scroll in his hand with a leisurely expression, he still sat upright, like a desolate snow mountain, majestic and solemn, exuding an awe-inspiring righteousness that seemed almost inviolable.

(End of this chapter)