The melancholy wind in Jeju turned into a hurricane of sorrow when it hit Kwanju.
Mo Lingfeng and Zhao Shiheng hurriedly hurried back to Kuanzhou Mansion. It was already the tenth day of October and the Youshi hour had passed. As soon as they entered the city, the wheels of the carriage rolled over the ashes of burned paper money.
The ashes swayed in the wind, trying to recall the lonely ghosts outside. Zhao Shiheng was as dull as a stone. He didn't look at it himself, and he didn't allow Mo Lingfeng to look at it, so he took Mo Lingfeng home directly.
Without Nanny, without Mo Qianlan, he suddenly transformed into the chief steward of the Mo Mansion. He first ordered a table of food to be delivered from the kitchen. Mo Lingfeng took a drink of sugar water, while Zhao Shiheng stretched out his arms and gave her some food. A bowl of mountain-like dishes.
After Mo Lingfeng had eaten and drank enough, he immediately sent her to wash up, and then ordered the servants in the mansion to invite Li Yitie. When Li Yitie came, he took Mo Lingfeng out of the Changsui Residence, and Li Yitie only After looking at her, he crushed a piece of Zaoxin loess and asked her to drink it with water. He also took Wanying ointment and smeared it all over her face and hands.
With his stomach full, his body clean, and his rash no longer itchy, Mo Lingfeng returned to Changsui's residence, sat down on the bed, wiped off his two shoes, and fell back on the bed.
There was a rustling movement outside, not from the nanny, but from the new maid. When the candle went out, she moved herself carefully to prevent the ointment from rubbing off her face and hands, and closed her eyes stickyly.
After sleeping until midnight, she woke up and found that the ointment was still gone.
She lay motionless for a while, then sat up and stretched her legs out of bed. She sat on the edge of the bed with her shoes on. After sitting for a long time, she got up and dressed.
The maid slept outside the screen. She tiptoed to the cubicle. When she turned her head, she saw mottled shadows reflected on the bright tiles on the window.
She walked over, knelt in the chair, put her face to the window, opened a gap and looked out, and saw dark clouds and moonlight, cold wind and snow, whirling and withering all the way, entering the window lightly and falling on the back of her hand.
Her hands suddenly felt cold, and she quickly closed the window. As soon as she closed it, she pushed it open and looked out again.
A Jun porcelain flowerpot was replaced in the yard. The glaze is slightly blue and it is indescribably beautiful. In the flowerpot, a clump of coltsfoot bloomed against the ice in the freezing cold. A cluster of bright yellow flowers bloomed despite the cold.
The cold wind was blowing, so she closed the window again, turned around and lay on the square table, reached out and opened the lid of the candy box. The pine nuts and chestnut cakes inside were already cold. She was tired of jujube cakes, and she had no appetite for candied dried fruits. Close the lid.
She remembered that she once hid a piece of candy in a vase - she had a toothache at that time, and Mo Qianlan wouldn't allow her to eat the candy, so she hid it everywhere, even in the vase.
Jumping off the chair, she took the vase from the Duobao Pavilion and carefully turned it over. Sure enough, she heard a muffled sound coming from inside. She shook it hard and a candy wrapped in oil paper got stuck in the mouth of the bottle.
The mouth of the bottle was so narrow that no one in the family could put it in except her hand.
She held the vase motionless with one hand, reached in with the other hand, took out the candy, and hid it in her arms.
Putting the vase back in its place, she quietly opened the door and went out, picking up the pot of coltsfoot flowers and walking out.
Mo Lingfeng knew every road in Mo Mansion. The most frequented ones were from Jiusixuan to the back garden, and then out through the corner gate.
However, this time, holding the flowerpot in her arms, she went to the front yard first and asked the night watchman to wake up Zhao Shiheng.
Zhao Shiheng was tired for days, but he did not sleep. Instead, he lay at his desk thinking about the memorial.
"Mo Qianlan, the governor of Zhenkuanzhou, bows his head to pay homage to Your Majesty.
I am a foolish person who is incompetent in literature and martial arts. I have to receive His Majesty's grace from heaven. I have to pay my salary and have no merit in the country. I live in a dignified position. I am frightened and frightened. I am troubled day and night. Thanks to Your Majesty's kindness and never abandon me, my little sister also has His Majesty's attention. It is truly unprecedented, I feel very ashamed, and my fingers are bloody with shame.
The disasters at the Guanyi Station in Heshan County, Jeju were all caused by bandits. The officials were guilty of neglecting the investigation, and they were all to blame for their deaths. The young girl suffered this disaster because the guilty officials were greedy and greedy, and even The young girl cannot inherit His Majesty's grace, so the guilty minister bows his head and begs Your Majesty to take back his life.
The guilty minister is willing to work hard for His Majesty and donate millions of the Mo family's property to the borders of the country and North Korea for generous use. The younger sister is willing to emulate the virtues of being a good woman and being a hero, and join the army. "
He wiped out the millions and was thinking about what number to write down when he suddenly heard someone coming to report. Mo Lingfeng was waiting in the flower hall, so he quickly put the matter aside, got up and walked out.
As soon as he went out, he was surprised - it actually snowed.
The snow was not falling heavily, there was a very thin layer of snow on the ground, and the bluestone brick marks on the ground could still be seen. Before going down the stone steps, he took a circuitous route from the corridor to the flower hall.
He stepped across the threshold and saw Mo Lingfeng sitting alone at the table with a pot of coltsfoot flowers on the table: "Lingfeng? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"
Mo Lingfeng shook his head. When Zhao Shiheng came to his side, he whispered: "Uncle, when will brother come back?"
Zhao Shiheng turned around and ordered his servants to make tea. He then stepped forward to twist Mo Lingfeng's clothes. Seeing that they were still thick, he replied, "It will take another four or five days."
Mo Lingfeng suddenly felt disappointed and reached out to fiddle with the slender petals of the coltsfoot flower: "What about grandma?"
Zhao Shiheng sat down next to her: "Li Yitie said that it will take at least three months before she can feel comfortable. Isn't the new maid bad? Can uncle change it for you tomorrow?"
Mo Lingfeng frowned: "No one is as good as grandma."
She thought for a while and then said: "When grandma sees it's snowing, she will ask me to add some clothes. Does it hurt?"
She had never said how much she loved Nanny, but now that she suddenly mentioned it, Zhao Shiheng didn't know how to respond. He only whispered, "When Nanny gets better, go and see her."
Mo Lingfeng nodded.
The servants brought tea, and the aroma and heat immediately filled their faces. Mo Lingfeng picked up the tea cup, "whisked" and took two sips.
Then she frowned bitterly, put down the teacup, and stopped drinking: "Uncle, will Wu Jin find out?"
Zhao Shiheng was stunned for a moment, and then said after a long while: "Wu Jin is very smart. Even if he only has the slightest doubt, he has to figure it out thoroughly. If nothing is obscured, he will find it."
Mo Lingfeng remained silent, leaned down, put his mouth to the teacup, took a sip, raised his head, and suddenly said: "I'm so afraid that he knows."
Zhao Shiheng didn't expect that she would be so uneasy, and his heart was shocked. When he looked at Mo Lingfeng again, his eyes were already red.
Mo Lingfeng wiped away his tears, lowered his head and said, "Wu Jin hadn't seen me at that time. I saw him on Yuhua Street eating Huangwowo with his back to the wind. A little beggar was always around him, trying to beg for something to stutter. , he didn’t give it to Huangwowo, but gave him fried cakes.”
"I thought huangwowo was delicious, so I asked my brother to buy one, but it turned out to be very unpalatable. My brother said it was mixed with chaff. I thought to myself, this person is really kind, and he is willing to let beggars have a taste of the good taste."
At this point, Mo Lingfeng became more and more dejected: "Uncle, he is different from us. His eyes can see others, not just himself. In his heart, he wants to complain for those who died in vain."
The candlelight illuminated Zhao Shiheng's face, making him look thin and emaciated, with large shadows on his face, showing a tiredness and old age that was easy to come by.
He listened very carefully. After listening, he picked up the tea cup and drank half of it. He considered it and said: "Listening to the wind, Wu Jin is indeed very good, but you can't put yourself in his position. You are different from him. You You have to use him and control him like your brother, do you understand?"
