Mo Lingfeng slept fitfully.
She thought she had slept forever, and the sea was dry and the rocks were rotting. In fact, the incense burnt only lasted as long as the beans.
Every time she opened her eyes, she could see Wu Jinbi sitting on the embroidered pier with his back straight, his eyes never falling more than five steps away.
And as long as she made any movement, Wu Jin would definitely follow suit and scoop out some scallion water from the small stove outside the screen. He would take a sip first, wait for a while, and then feed it to her little by little with a small spoon.
He knew that killing could be done without blood, so even if the pot didn't move at all, he still wanted to take a bite first.
For a moment, there was only silence inside and outside the house. Only porcelain and other objects made the unavoidable collision sound. Occasionally someone whispered a few words, but they were separated by double doors. They were far apart. Wu Jin was sitting in the boudoir, letting the wind blow. The rain beats, but does not move an inch.
At noon, an uninvited guest came to Changsuiju.
Qi Chang was shivering, trembling, with hunched shoulders and a gray short-brown suit on his body, which made him look more and more gray, like a worm, squirming to the point where he has been living outside for a long time.
The courtyard door was locked. He raised his hand and knocked gently. The sound of "empty empty" spread far away in the silence. He was startled and retracted his hand. After waiting for a moment, there was no movement. When he raised his hand to knock again, The door suddenly opened.
The person who opened the door was a maid with a solemn expression. She glanced at him coldly: "What's the matter?"
Qi Chang murmured: "Young Master Cheng San invited me to come look for Wu Langjun. I have something to say."
The eldest maid frowned slightly: "Wait, I will report to Master Wu."
Qi Chang saw the eldest maid walking in a hurry and wondered what Wu Jin was doing in Miss Mo's yard. Even the maid respected him so much. He suddenly became curious and took a look inside.
The situation inside shocked him again, and he felt uneasy. He didn't know what kind of disease Mo Lingfeng was suffering from. He was in a dilemma and waited while he swallowed hard.
Soon, someone came forward to take him in, and took him to the corridor, where he talked to Wu Jin inside through a door.
"Wu, Master Wu..." Qi Chang's voice whispered through the crack of the door under the gaze of everyone.
Wu Jin leaned against the door and asked softly: "What's wrong?"
Across a door, his voice was so low that Qi Chang had to work hard to understand: "It's Master Cheng. I heard that you came to help, so I sent you to ask if you would like him to come too."
Cheng Ting was not a fool. He put Mo Qianlan under house arrest in Jiusixuan. He gradually realized that something was wrong. He wanted to discuss it with Wu Jin early this morning, only to find that Wu Jin was no longer there.
He was afraid that something might happen to Wu Jin, so he asked Qi Chang to come and take a look.
"No," Wu Jin thought of Cheng Ting's irresistible temper and warned him one more time, "Tell him not to leave Jiusixuan."
Qi Chang didn't hear clearly, so he pushed the door carefully. There was no latch, and it was open a crack. He looked in curiously through the crack: "What?"
With just one glance, he suddenly saw Wu Jin looking at him sharply. He stepped back in panic, lost control of his hands, and closed the door with a clang. Mo Yefeng woke up from his sleep and immediately started whimpering. Voices.
The nanny who was standing in the corridor frowned angrily, grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him out of the courtyard door.
Qi Chang landed on all fours and rolled and crawled far away. When he stood up, a chill ran down his spine.
The moment he opened the door, Wu Jin still had the same gentle face as he always had, but his eyes suddenly became serious, as if he was about to confront him with a sword.
He raised his limp feet, blaming Cheng Ting in his heart, and was about to go back to Jiusixuan, but he asked someone to block the way.
Two expressionless people held him, ignoring his struggles, cries, and begging for mercy, and took him to an unknown place and handed him over to Zhao Shiheng for interrogation.
Mo Lingfeng's rash broke out that night.
It started on the chest and back, then quickly spread to the palms of the hands and soles of the feet, and finally a rash was seen on the tip of the nose.
After the rash appeared, the entire Mo Mansion took a deep breath. Next, all they had to do was wait for the rash to subside.
That night, Wu Jin wrote a diary in his mind.
The next day, Mo Qianlan and Mo Lingfeng regained their spirits together. Cheng Ting was able to escape from the cage and fly home. The big yellow dog sent him away almost happily.
If he doesn't leave, the big yellow dog will leave.
But Wu Jin could only go back to Jiusixuan first - Li Yitie had to take his pulse and confirm that he would not have a rash before letting him go home.
The clothes, shoes and socks he wore were all taken away and burned. The Mo Mansion bought him two new sets of clothes from inside to outside, top to bottom.
Another day later, after dinner, Li Yitie checked Wu Jin's pulse and he could finally go home.
It was Youpai, when the chickens returned to their roosts, and the sky was dark. Wu Jin packed his bags and ran into the cool evening breeze.
The garden is the most comfortable at this time, with good wind and flourishing flowers and trees, especially the fragrance of gardenia. Under the blue sky, it is strong and fragrant, penetrating the heart and spleen, and is so overbearing that it makes people feel dizzy.
He had not seen the sun for six days, but his face remained the same, and the skylight illuminated him with a vague light. He walked by the lake, and his clothes were covered with the fragrance of gardenias.
The package was heavy, and there was a large silver ingot of ten taels in it - Mo Qianlan was so happy that he acted as a money-distributing boy. When the nanny gave him the silver, she also said that Mo Qianlan had specially asked that this was not a reward for silver. , is a thank you gift.
Twelve taels of silver were Wu's father's two legs and his life, which could allow their family of four to live for half a year.
However, what weighed more heavily on his heart than the ten taels of silver was the pen box contained in the bag.
Inside the box is a Xuancheng Zhuge brush.
The old rabbit on the stone eats bamboo and drinks from the spring to grow purple hairs. The pen maker selects one hair from thousands of hairs and works carefully to get a precious broom, which is hard to find even a thousand gold coins.
And the word "Wu Jin" was clearly engraved on the bamboo pen barrel.
This pen cannot be measured in gold or silver, so it is heavier than the ten taels of silver.
What's more important is Mo Lingfeng's thoughts.
Mo Lingfeng knew that he didn't have a good pen, so he specifically asked Mo Qianlan to go to Xuancheng to ask for a purple hair. It was only today that this pen came all the way and landed in his hands.
This kindness was enough to wash away the pain and toil in his body and make him feel at peace. He walked out with the fragrance of gardenia all over his body, and walked all the way back to Shishi Street.
Shishi Street is still so narrow and cramped, with only a low wall separating the doors from each other. The street is always greasy and dirty, with hot water shops, foot shops, butcher shops, and bowl shops interspersed among them.
It was around dinner time, when the crowded house was crowded with people, the aroma of barren food wafted into the street, and two barefoot children were wrestling on the ground for a penny, pulling each other's clothes and crying for their mothers. He didn't come out, he just cursed in the room.
A man carried a jar of wine and hummed a tune as he went home. He greeted people loudly along the way, and the sounds of teasing and ridicule filled the street.
The fragrance of gardenia on Wu Jin instantly became insignificant. There was a clump of gardenia seedlings blooming in the corner of the wall. The flowers were pink and tender, but the smell was pungent and attracted a swarm of wild bees, mosquitoes and flies.
This was a place of poverty, filth, and sour smell, and it was also a home he was familiar with and used to seeing.
