Mo Qianlan and Zhao Shiheng looked at each other in silence. Without saying anything, they already thought that the person asking for directions was Fu Bao.
Among the people Fu Bao brought, there must be someone with a rash. All he had to do was sneeze at Mo Lingfeng when he passed by, or brush the corner of his clothes over Mo Lingfeng...
A child of her age will catch it if she doesn't take precautions and is exposed to it.
It turned out that the emperor did not want Mo Lingfeng to come to Beijing, but wanted to cut off her life directly.
The treasury has opened its huge mouth to swallow up the wealth of the ten states, so how can it be given away?
The Mo family cannot have descendants, because if there are people, there is hope, and they will have the desire to conceal, resist, abscond, and die together. What the emperor wants is Mo Qianlan to be lonely and frustrated, and slowly wear away his temper and let him He handed over all the secrets of the Mo family.
If Li Yitie had hidden it and didn't notice it until Mo Lingfeng had a rash all night, it would probably be too late.
Fortunately - no, not good!
The rash was so dangerous that Mo Lingfeng was lying on the bed, but one foot had already stepped into the door of hell.
Mo Qianlan's eyes were dark, and he suddenly raised his hand and threw the tea cup at Yin Nan's forehead, causing the tea to splash all over her body.
The emerald tea cup, as skillful as Fan Jin and as exquisite as jade, shattered on the hard stone. Yin Nan immediately bent over and knelt on the porcelain, and a line of blood fell from his forehead.
Mo Qianlan angrily scolded her: "Fu Bao is a eunuch. His speech, behavior, accent, and clothes are not similar to ordinary people no matter how disguised they are. In the group, there are people who have their heads and faces covered, hiding like ghosts. You didn't see it? You?" Such neglect!"
Yin Nan bowed his head and was speechless, without any argument.
Zhao Shiheng said solemnly: "Fu Bao, what are the arrangements now?"
Mo Qianlan was silent for a long time. It wasn't until Yin Nan's knees went numb that he rubbed his forehead and said, "It's all buried."
Zhao Shiheng frowned: "Fu Bao is a chamberlain."
Mo Qianlan turned a deaf ear and said, "Let's do it in Jiaxian County."
Zhao Shiheng said hesitantly: "Jiaxian County is the border between Qizhou and Kuanzhou, and it is plagued by banditry all the year round. I can evade it. I'm afraid His Majesty will become suspicious. If Your Majesty thinks we have someone on our hands, I'm afraid it will get worse."
Mo Qianlan said resolutely: "If something happens to Grandma, even if he is on the altar, I will pull him down!"
Zhao Shiheng sighed deeply in his heart and closed his mouth.
Mo Qianlan told Yin Nan: "Go to your brother so that he no longer has to keep an eye on Fu Bao. You two can go to Jiaxian County together and get things done smoothly."
"Yes." Yin Nan stood up and touched the blood on his forehead. The blood covered the upper half of his face.
Subtle emotions suddenly appeared on her always paralyzed face - excitement emerged from her eyes and overflowed from the corners of her mouth.
Normally, she was always emotionless, as if she was separated from the bustling world. Instead, she felt empty in her body - when she was a child, there was always something in her body, and she had to carry it through the wind and sand. We walked through the land, walked through the grassland with herds of cattle and horses, and then walked through the live beach land, back to Kuanzhou.
But when "burying" someone, the boiling blood of others seems to fill her hole, and her eyes and ears will become clear, allowing her to see the sky and the earth clearly again.
With this subtle smile, she walked to the door and suddenly turned to look at Mo Qianlan: "Master, Yin Bei is my brother."
After that, she turned around and continued walking out to find Yin Bei.
The wind and rain were still there, Mo Mansion was busy in full swing, and the bitterness of the medicine seeped into every corner, even Jiusixuan could not escape.
Wu Jin was sitting in the temporarily prepared wing, facing Cheng Ting, with a square table in the middle. There was a candlestick in the middle of the table, and a long candle was lit inside.
Cheng Ting was hunched over, nestled in an armchair, with his crane cloak on the armrest, pulling on his shoes, concentrating on solving the nine links.
The nine gilded rings were shaking and clattering, but not a single one was taken out.
Wu Jin was not affected at all and recited the Book of Books with concentration and concentration. Because its content was ancient and convoluted, he could only recite silently up to Gao Tao Mo.
He wanted to understand every sentence clearly. If he didn't understand a sentence, he would not read the next sentence, and he would try to figure it out again and again by comparing it with a book called "Shu Jing Zhengyi" in the side room.
When he was reciting "Jiu Shen, Xiu Si Eternal. The Nine Tribes of Dunxu, the common people are bright and powerful, and they are far away", Cheng Ting suddenly made a sound of "ah", stamped his feet hard, threw the nine-link ring on the table, scratched his head vigorously, and was angry. Her face was red and her ears were red: "What a piece of shit, I'll melt you sooner or later!"
He wanted to pick out the red pimples on his face, but held back: "Wu Jin, please help me untie these nine links, and I will give you a clay baby tomorrow."
Wu Jin was unmoved and stared at the book for a moment. Even if Cheng Ting became a Buddha on the spot, he had no time to be distracted.
Cheng Ting did not have the ability to become a Buddha, but he was still capable of making earth-shattering tricks. He moved bottles and cans around in the wing, waiting for Wu Jin to open his mouth, but Wu Jin kept immersed in a sea of books.
He didn't know that Wu Jin had wanted to buy this book "Shu Jing Zhengyi" for a long time, but the copy of the book was two hundred and eighty words long, so he had no choice but to give up.
They were allowed to browse through the books in Jiusixuan, but this was his first time entering the wing. How could he let this opportunity pass him by.
Cheng Ting was so wild that no one responded. He was so lonely that he opened the window and barked twice at the big yellow dog outside the window. The big yellow dog didn't even wag its tail. It just changed its position and pointed its butt towards him.
He was bored and didn't dare to make trouble in Mo Mansion, for fear that Mo Qianlan would appear and reward him with another twenty sticks.
After changing to a recliner and lying down, he invited Qi Chang, who was busy with his feet not touching the ground, and asked Qi Chang to feed him dried bergamot, pour him tea, and give him a small fan.
He thought he was making Qi Chang more relaxed, but Qi Chang was very anxious in his heart.
There are not many servants in Jiusixuan, and there are few things to do on weekdays, so he does not appear busy. Tonight, someone suddenly moved in, so he became busy. He is a servant among servants, and he has to do all kinds of chores, emptying toilets, raking leaves, and cleaning. It's all his job to collect water and wipe bird droppings all over the yard.
Today he is here to serve Cheng Ting, and others will only think that he is taking advantage of Cheng Ting to take a break and be beaten and scolded again.
He didn't dare to speak, he was just anxious, so anxious that he couldn't help but look at Wu Jin.
Wu Jin had forgotten himself and had no idea what they were doing.
When Zhao Shiheng came in, Qi Chang was using a handkerchief to wipe Cheng Ting's sweat.
Zhao Shiheng glanced at the two of them coldly. Cheng Ting froze in his chair, then stood up suddenly and stood upright.
Wu Jin had no reaction.
Cheng Ting shouted again with a loud voice: "Hello, sir!"
Wu Jin was still reading without even raising his head.
When Cheng Ting saw Zhao Shiheng looking at Wu Jin, he boldly stretched out his arm and poked Wu Jin: "Wu Jin! Sir is here!"
Wu Jin finally woke up, looked up, and saw Zhao Shiheng beside him. He quickly stood up and bowed: "Sir, the student has violated his etiquette."
Zhao Shiheng said "hmm".
Wu Jin put away the books on the table: "Sir, please sit down."
Zhao Shiheng didn't sit down and looked down at the book on the table: "This book is worth reading to learn from history. Since I don't have to solve the problems today, you can just read the book and I will solve the questions for the ten-day exam when I have time."
He pointed at nine links: "Cheng Ting, why don't you do your homework?"
Cheng Ting walked over with a sad face and picked up the Nine Links. He only regretted that the Nine Links were not made of jade and could not be broken by him.
Wu Jin asked: "May I ask, sir, how long will the delay be? The student is afraid that his family will be worried."
"Soon," Zhao Shiheng turned around and walked out, "I will tell your family about it."
