After rebirth, I became the widow of my mortal enemy

Chapter 200 Be honest

Ning Miao was startled and quickly reached out to touch his forehead.

It's indeed a bit hot.

Frowning: "It should be caused by wound infection."

Yan Mobai said nothing, as if he had a severe headache. He turned his head to look at the mountain bank behind him, as if he wanted to find a place to lean on.

But the stone they were sitting on was some distance away from the mountain bank and they couldn't get close to it.

Ning Miao didn't know what to say about him.

"Now you know that you are bringing disaster upon yourself, right?"

Yan Mobai turned his head to look at the direction where Lan Ying left, breathing a little heavily, "Why hasn't Lan Ying come back yet?"

Finally, he withdrew his gaze from her and said, "I'm going to go back first. Please wait for him here for a while and tell him when he comes back."

After saying that, Yan Mobai pretended to force himself to stand up, but he failed because of the injury on his leg.

Seeing him like this, Ning Miao sighed.

"If you're not feeling well, stop trying and just sit still. When Guard Lan comes back, I'll take you to see my uncle. If you go back to Beijing alone, what if you faint on the way?"

Yan Mobai didn't respond, just sat there obediently, with a fleeting smile on the corner of his lips.

Ning Miao turned her head to look at him and saw that his handsome eyebrows were slightly wrinkled and his cheeks were slightly red due to the fever. She was silent for a moment, then patted her shoulder, indicating that he could lean on her.

Yan Mobai tilted his head and leaned over.

His forehead touched the skin of her neck. His high temperature and extreme touch made Ning Miao's heart tremble.

Especially since his breath was so close, it was hard to ignore.

It seemed that if he moved slightly, his lips would touch her neck, and if she moved slightly, she would kiss his face.

Neither of them spoke.

Yan Mobai closed his eyes and felt her breath.

Ning Miao played with the dogtail grass in his hand and tied it into the shape he wanted.

When Lan Ying came back with the water, she saw her master leaning on Ning Miao and did not dare to go forward to disturb him.

It was Ning Miao who discovered him.

"Have you found the spring?"

Blue Shadow nodded.

Yan Mobai opened his eyes upon hearing the voice.

Ning Miao gestured to Lan Ying: "Hurry up and give your master a couple of sips. He has a fever."

Lan Ying was startled and hurried over, unscrewed the stopper of the water bag, leaned over and handed the water bag to Yan Mobai's lips.

Yan Mobai opened his lips and took a sip.

Ning Miao reached out and touched his forehead again.

Then he said to Lan Ying, "Let's go back to the mountain first and ask my uncle to prescribe some medicine to reduce his fever."

Lan Ying looked at his master, met his master's eyes, and said quickly: "Okay!"

He knew that his master was just taking this opportunity to do this.

Otherwise, how could a man who didn't need Ma Fei San to pull out a thousand arrows, and who just cut his own leg with a sword without even a groan, become so weak just because of a little fever?

There's obviously a height difference between them. Wouldn't it be more uncomfortable for the tall one to lean on the shorter one's shoulder like this?

"I just took a small path and didn't ride a horse, so I'll ride the one I used just now, and you can bring your parents to ride together." Ning Miao said.

Lan Ying was just about to say yes, but he saw his master glaring at him. His breath trembled, and the word "yes" on his lips turned into "but..."

"What's wrong?" Ning Miao looked at him.

"But my horse hasn't been fed for two days, and it has been running all day. If it carries two people up the mountain, I'm afraid it won't be able to handle it."

As the saying goes, quick thinking brings out the best in people. Lan Ying found that this was the first time his mind worked so quickly.

Because Lan Ying was a stubborn person, Ning Miao didn't suspect anything.

"Then you ride that one." Ning Miao pointed at the horse she had just ridden.

"No, I can't ride the lord's horse. It recognizes its master. The last time I rode it, it threw me to the ground. My back still hurts." Lan Ying said.

Ning Miao: “…”

Yan Mobai's mouth twitched slightly at Lan Ying's lame excuse.

"This was also my first time riding it, and I didn't notice it recognizing its master," said Ning Miao.

Lan Ying was speechless for a moment: "Because... because you are also its master, the mistress."

Ning Miao: “…”

Yan Mobai started coughing.

Ning Miao looked at the two of them and immediately understood.

After being speechless for a moment, she tauntedly said, "It's really hard for Guard Lan."

However, despite the ridicule, she didn't waste any more time with them and gestured to Lan Ying: "Then you help hold him up. I'm riding the same horse with him."

Lan Ying was pleased.

Three men and two horses went up the mountain.

Yan Mobai sat behind Ning Miao, his whole body leaning against her back, his arms tightly wrapped around her waist, as if he was afraid he would fall down.

How could Ning Miao not know the little thoughts in his mind, but seeing that he was really uncomfortable, she was too lazy to argue with him and just let him be.

The sound of wind passed by her ears, the mountain trees retreated, and her hair was lifted up by the mountain wind, brushing against Yan Mobai's face.

Her scent filled my breath.

"Ning Miao..." Yan Mobai called her.

Ning Miao felt his lips on the back of her neck. As he spoke, his hot breath burned her skin there, causing an indescribable itchiness.

She shrank her neck slightly: "Hmm?"

But he didn't say anything afterwards.

Just call her.

"Behave yourself, or I'll throw you off your horse," Ning Miao warned.

Yan Mobai curved his lips: "I am very honest."

His arms held her tighter.

Ning Miao was having trouble breathing because of his grip. He lowered his head and looked at the hand on his waist and abdomen: "Are you trying to strangle your offspring?"

Yan Mobai: "......"

He immediately relaxed his strength a little.

In a direction that Yan Mobai couldn't see, Ning Miao's lips curled slightly.

Looking at the green trees and red flowers along the way, Yan Mobai narrowed his eyes and said, "Ning Miao, it would have been great if I had known you earlier, before King Kang."

She knew him before she defected to King Kang in her previous life.

There would be no mutual killing later.

"I also want to be Master Yikong's disciple and become your senior brother." Yan Mobai said.

Then we read and wrote together, practiced sword skills together, and climbed the mountains together.

Ning Miao pursed her lips slightly.

There are not so many ifs in this world.

"I have followed my master since I was five years old. If you want to be my senior brother, you should do it even earlier. Otherwise, you can only be my junior brother." Ning Miao said.

Yan Mobai rested his face on the back of her neck: "I am two years older than you. I can be Master Yikong's apprentice before I am seven years old. I will be your senior brother."

Ning Miao didn't say anything else.

One is to let him conserve his energy.

Second, she didn't want to waste her time and energy discussing something that would never happen.

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Yikong and Wuya were very surprised to see that she brought back Yan Mobai and Lan Ying, the master and servant.

"When did you go out?" Yikong asked.

I thought she was resting in the side room.

"While you were drying the herbs in the backyard, Uncle Master, he had a fever. Please help him."

Ning Miao and Lan Ying helped Yan Mobai into the main room and sat him down.

Wu Ya and Yi Kong looked at each other, walked forward, lifted up Yan Mobai's sleeve, and felt his wrist pulse.

Finally, she lifted the corner of his robe and looked at his legs.