Cheng Ting and Wang Jinghua started an extremely vicious exchange of words. Before the "woof" sound stopped, the "croak" sound started from the other side. Both of them had rough throats and loud voices. They were furious and smoke was coming from their orifices.
While the two of them were fighting, the eldest brother of the Cheng family took charge of the overall situation. While looking for someone to invite Li Yitie, he dismissed the guests who were watching the fun - the guests stretched their necks to wait for the next development, and were very nervous when they left. It's a pity and it's inconvenient to really stay, so I can only turn around and leave.
The eldest brother of the Cheng family asked the second brother of the Cheng family to go to the study to tell his father, and then asked the eldest brother-in-law to go to the backyard and quietly tell Mrs. Cheng that if Cheng Taishan wanted to beat Cheng and Wu to death, it would be better to have a rescuer.
Finally, the eldest brother of the Cheng family took a bamboo pole from the corner and pushed Cheng Ting and Wang Jinghua away from each other: "Go to the study."
So Cheng Ting held Wu Jin's hand and went to the study room feeling dizzy from exhaustion. Wang and Sun knew they were wrong, so they also held hands with each other and went to the study room.
The white snow on the ground was in a mess, and the servants had no time to clean it. There were messy and dirty footprints everywhere. Wu Jin stepped over these footprints until he walked outside Cheng Taishan's study.
This was his first fight at this age, and his right hand was severely concussed and aching, but he had no regrets.
There was a heavy curtain hanging at the door of the study, and bright candlelight shone through.
Yin Bei stood on the steps and yawned loudly. When he saw Wu Jin showing a smiling face, he took two steps toward the curtain and opened the curtain for Wu Jin before the waiter.
Wang Jinghua pulled Sun Jing and got in first.
Wu Jin's eyes unconsciously drifted to Yin Nan, who had a paralyzed face.
Yin Nan had Mo Lingfeng's fox fur cloak draped in his arms and was holding a sleeping rabbit in his hand. He noticed Wu Jin's gaze and immediately responded coldly.
Wu Jin knew that Mo Lingfeng was also inside.
"Let's go too." Cheng Ting pulled Wu Jin inside.
The eldest brother of the Cheng family hesitated for a moment and did not follow him. He only waited for an opportunity outside the study.
It was cold and snowy outside, but it was boiling hot inside. Cheng Taishan was sitting in the Taishi chair. He had already taken off everything he could, and had changed his jacket into single clothes. He was still hot and sweating. Wang Zhizhou had no clothes to wear. To change, I could only keep shaking the folding fan in my hand.
Only Mo Qianlan was not afraid of the heat and sat calmly.
There is a white silk unpainted screen near the window. In front of the screen is a large flowerpot with a camellia plant growing in it.
The red petals and yellow pistils are on the screen along the branches. The branches are straight and cast a natural silhouette under the candlelight.
Mo Lingfeng stood in front of this tall leaf. The lush green color and the bright but not bewitching red color all enveloped her. She raised her hand to fold the flowers, and the sound of the branches breaking became particularly harsh. .
Holding the camellia, she turned to look at Wu Jin who walked in.
Their eyes met, and Wu Jin immediately noticed Mo Lingfeng's drunken state, his cheeks were flushed, and his eyes were hazy.
She ignored Wu Jin, walked up to Mo Qianlan holding a flower branch, and inserted the flowers and leaves into Mo Qianlan's ears. Then she sat on the embroidered pier, buried her head in her brother's lap, and yawned.
Mo Qianlan laughed, rubbed her back twice, lowered his head, and asked the puppy if he was sleepy.
Cheng Taishan looked at the four people who came in, first glared at Cheng Ting, and then looked at Wang Jinghua with a smile on his face: "Jinghua, your nosebleed is because you ate too much mutton."
Wang Jingha and the little toad stood in front of the bastard Zhizhou, and cried aggrievedly: "No, it was Wu Jin who beat me!"
Cheng Taishan looked at Wu Jin: "Did you really hit him?"
Wu Jin nodded: "The student is angry and is willing to be punished."
Cheng Taishan had doubts about Wang Jinghua's upbringing, and when Wang Jinghua cried, his voice was like a bell, with a long "woo-" sound, and his crying appearance was ugly. It was really unsightly and made his hands itch.
In order to prevent himself from judging people by their appearance, he looked at Mo Qianlan and felt that it was pleasant to look at and his eyes felt much better.
"Old Mo, when we were this big, you made me cry like this."
Mo Qianlan firmly denied it: "No."
"Hehe," Cheng Taishan looked at Wang Zhizhou happily, trying to get rid of the matter lightly, "Yunsheng, the children were fighting, but they didn't hurt their vital parts. When Li Yitie comes, treat them, and forget it." Alright."
王知州并没有多爱儿子，儿子若是让人套着麻袋打了一顿，他也不见得一定要追究，可儿子在大庭广众之下让人揍了，那么他的面皮也随之也受到重创。
It's just that because Mo Qianlan was there, he couldn't pursue the case, so he could only deal with Wu Jin slowly later.
Before he could speak, Li Yitie came.
With one stroke of his pen, Cheng Taishan swept both doctors and patients out of the cubicle.
Li Yitie looked at Wu Jin's right hand first.
Seeing that the bark of the elm tree was motionless and the binding was very strong, he loosened his grip and said, "It's good. Next time, be braver and use a little more force to make it shift. I can break it and reconnect it for you. That's it." You don’t have to go all the way in vain.”
Wu Jin made him blush with sarcasm and remained silent.
Li Yitie showed Wang Jinghua's injuries again.
Wang Jinghua's nosebleed was severe, and most of his clothes were wet. In fact, it was just a skin injury. After cleaning it up for a while, Li Yitie took the medicine box and left very unhappily - he was Li Yitie, and Yitie saved lives, not Li Yitie. Apply plaster wherever it hurts.
Wu, Cheng, Sun, and Wang moved outside. Mo Qianlan, who had been lazily, suddenly waved to Wu Jin: "Come here."
Cheng Taishan raised his eyebrows, knowing that Mo Qianlan was going to favor Wu Jin.
Wang Zhizhou looked at his son, because he knew that his son always had a loud mouth and never said nice things. When he saw his son's pale face, he immediately frowned.
Wu Jin stepped forward, taking three steps in a row. His legs and feet felt heavy and painful.
It wasn't that there was something wrong with his legs, but that any road leading to Mo Qianlan was full of thorns and hidden sharp blades that could tear his skin and flesh and bleed out.
But he had to move forward, because Mo Qianlan was the Jiedu Envoy and had an official status. He could cut off all contact with the Mo Mansion, but he could not despise Mo Jiedu Envoy's official authority.
Mo Qianlan leaned over and took a tangerine, peeling off a piece of orange peel with his thumb: "What is the reason for Xie Yuan's sudden mood?"
Wang Jinghua's face suddenly turned pale.
Wu Jin buried his head deeply: "Because he wags his lips and talks, and is good at making trouble."
"Oh?" Mo Qianlan peeled the orange peel and threw it away, then tore off the white tendons on it, "If you, a cautious person like you, can do it, I'm curious about what Jing Hua said. Let's hear it."
Wu Jin lowered his head and replied, "Students can't say that."
Mo Qianlan put the orange into Mo Lingfeng's hand and asked her to sit aside and eat the orange obediently. She stood up and walked to Wu Jin, reaching out and pressing his shoulder: "Tell me, I won't punish you, and I won't punish him either." .”
This hand was cold and could not warm up in such a hot room. When rubbing Wu Jin's shoulder, Wu Jin felt that the hand on his shoulder was stretched out from the hell of Fengdu, without any trace of humanity.
He wanted to shake off this hand, but he couldn't, because Mo Qianlan was the military governor: "The students can't bear to say it, and they can't."
I couldn't bear to say it because I didn't want more people to hear Mo Lingfeng's gossip. I couldn't bear to say it because I didn't believe Mo Qianlan's nonsense.
Mo Qianlan's hand was a murderous hand. For Mo Lingfeng, he could commit another murderous crime.
