The room became quiet, and Mo Lingfeng's howling turned into sobs, and finally his nose quivered and he stopped crying.
This painful cry made her heart no longer clogged and full, and she could breathe through it.
With Wu Jin beside her, her feet actually landed on the ground. Tiredness swept over her, and her whole body felt as if she had been run over by a giant object.
His eyes were so swollen that it was difficult to open them, his nose was so blocked that it was difficult to breathe, and his throat was so hoarse that he couldn't make a sound.
Wu Jin helped her up, asked her to sit down, and walked to the netting rack.
There was no water in the copper basin, but the handkerchief was still wet. He took off the handkerchief, returned to Mo Lingfeng, carefully wiped away the blood and tears on her face, and returned her true face: "Are there any injuries on your body? "
Mo Lingfeng was exhausted physically and mentally. When he shook his head, he immediately felt like the world was spinning. Coupled with the difficulty in breathing, he became even more dizzy: "King Wei..."
"Dead in the hands of Jin Lu," Wu Jin wiped her hands, "the body will be sent to the residence of the transfer envoy Hou Fuzhong. Hou Fuzhong is still alive, and I will leave the rest to him."
He turned around and put the handkerchief back into the copper basin, picked up the gold collar, wiped it gently with his sleeve, put it on her neck, and smoothed her hair a little: "Drink a bowl of medicine, take a good rest, I will take care of other things." "
Mo Lingfeng said angrily "Hmm".
"I'll go ask grandma to come." Wu Jin walked to the door and opened it.
Snow was falling heavily outside the house, and the servants were hurrying to the front hall. Before Mo Qianlan's body returned to the city, a mourning shed had to be set up, and people from the Fourth Department came into the house with linen cloth, white towels and other items to give them to Mo Qianlan. Everyone cuts clothes.
Mrs. Cheng is in charge of the house, and the nanny has been guarding the door. When she saw Wu Jin coming out, tears fell from her eyes: "Tongpan, how is the girl?"
"Bring the medicine in," Wu Jin crossed the threshold, "It's okay."
The nurse was relieved, and she saluted Wu Jin solemnly and asked him to go to the flower hall to rest. Then she turned around and ordered the maids to bring hot water and clothes, and walked into the house carrying the medicine.
Wu Jin went to the flower hall, and Li Yitie was among them. Seeing that he was sweating profusely, he immediately withdrew from his grief, felt his pulse, and cursed at Wu Jin.
"It would be better if they all died! Even ten of me can't save you guys! How capable are you? You dare to plot anything. Why do you need a doctor?"
Wu Jin received a double dose of scolding, drank a bowl of medicine with a double dose of coptis root, washed and changed clothes, and treated the wound on his shoulder. As soon as he sat down on the chair, the sound of firecrackers came to his ears.
Mo Qianlan's coffin arrived in front of the gate of Mo Mansion, and the gate sent a message with firecrackers.
At the same time, two servants of the Cheng Mansion carried Cheng Ting into the second hall with a bang. Pang Dahai followed with a food box in one hand and a wine jar in the other.
Cheng Ting can only move his head and mouth, but this does not affect his performance. As soon as he appears, the hall is filled with the sound of his crying.
"Wu Jin, ginseng chicken soup," he turned to look at Li Yitie, "can you drink it?"
Li Yitie nodded, and he immediately directed Pang Dahai to pour some wine for Wu Jin, and asked Mo Lingfeng if she was okay. He brought the wine specially for her. After getting drunk, he solved all the worries. He learned that Mo Lingfeng had fallen asleep. He turned around and asked where the big yellow dog had gone.
Li Yitie saw that he was so angry that he didn't even bother to check his pulse. He rolled his eyes and went to the front hall.
Wu Jin picked up the bowl and drank it in sips. The hot ginseng soup relaxed his spirit and eased his physical pain. His heavy and tired soul began to disintegrate and collapse, falling bit by bit and scattered in his body.
Cheng Ting was half lying on the bamboo chair: "How is Ye Feng doing?"
"It's not good." Wu Jin pushed the bowl away, wiped his mouth, and let his spirit return to its original place, "it's not easy."
Cheng Ting sighed: "It's not easy, but my uncle's health is not good, and this happens all the time."
There was the sound of hurried footsteps outside the door, and Yin Bei came in a hurry, steaming as he ran in the heavy snow. He walked to the door and bowed his hands in salute: "Tongjian, Magistrate Cheng, please see me."
"My father is still asking for a visit, and it's so out of sight..." Cheng Ting suddenly closed his mouth, looked at Yin Bei, looked at Wu Jin, and noticed that an unspoken change was taking place in Mo Mansion.
The masters of Mo Mansion changed from Mo Qianlan and Mo Lingfeng to Mo Lingfeng and Wu Jin.
Wu Jinsi
He had already expected it, so he stood up and said goodbye to Cheng Ting calmly, and said to Yin Bei: "Go to the study."
"yes."
The study is quiet, the walls are full of withered flowers, and only the old vines are left climbing the wall, no longer the scene of the strong wind swaying the green, and the flowers as bright as burning.
Flowers bloom and fall, which is a normal thing in the world. When people die, their souls are destroyed, which is also the law of heaven.
Wu Jin stopped in front of the old vine, stretched out his hand to hold the flower branch, and felt sorry for the Lingxiao flower.
The servant who led the way whispered: "Wu Tongpan, this is the study."
"knew."
Wu Jin let go of his hand and walked to the study. The door of the study was opened, charcoal basins were placed on all sides to dispel the cold, and potpourri pieces curled out of the incense burner to cover up the stale smell.
He walked in and said to his servant: "Go and see where Magistrate Cheng is."
"Yes." The servants left, and within a moment of reporting back, Cheng Taishan was blocked by several state officials and had to be delayed for a while.
Wu Jin waved the people away and sat still. After a quarter of an hour, he got up and walked to the table.
There are all pens, inks, paper and inkstones on the desk. There are three dark red camellias in a vase. Several books are neatly placed on the desk, without much trace of reading.
The first volume was "Gongyang Zhuan". Wu Jin reached out and took it off, and when he was about to flip through it, he found that the second volume was "The Book of Changes".
Zhao Shiheng studied this book, and Cheng Taishan also made predictions. What annotation would Mo Qianlan make on this book?
With a thought in his heart, he put down the book in his hand, reached for the "Book of Changes" and opened it page by page. He never thought that it was clean and did not write down any insights. It was not until he turned to the Xun Gua that there was any writing.
"Listen to the endless wind. The two winds follow each other, entering everywhere and going anywhere."
This is the origin of Mo Lingfeng's name.
The ink is like lacquer, moist but not gluey, does not fade over the years, and has the aura of dragon and musk.
Wu Jin looked at this line of words and did not move for a long time. After a cup of tea, he turned the page and looked at Dui Gua again.
The handwriting on the Dui Gua is still new, it was written recently: "The water is pure and upright, hard in the middle and soft in the outer, the image of Jin."
There was another piece of paper sandwiched in it. Wu Jin picked it up and looked at it. It read: "Wu Jin, the most precious treasure can be found at Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva in the Cheng family bamboo forest."
Wu Jin held the piece of paper, her hands trembling uncontrollably, and then she moved the corners of her lips and smiled to herself: "It's really a perfect plan."
He put down the book, walked to the brazier with the paper, and threw the paper into the fire to burn it. Even though he knew that this was the last shackle that Mo Qianlan put on him, he was still unable to break free.
Before he could return the books to their proper places, Yin Bei led Cheng Taishan over.
Wu Jin straightened his clothes, walked to the door, and greeted him. Cheng Taishan looked serious and treated him as a colleague.
The two of them entered hand in hand. Cheng Taishan was surprised when he saw that Wu Jin's still young face had already turned old, and the luster in his eyes had been worn away by the world. He was surprised and felt a pang in his heart.
Wu Jin is only one year older than the third child in his family.
Wu Jin gave up his seat, and Cheng Taishan waved his hand and took his seat without saying a word. The servants served tea, exited the study, and closed the door. Cheng Taishan picked up the tea cup and took a sip, and immediately said: "I will go back to Jeju tomorrow. , when Qianlan left, he said he would set up a workshop in Kuanzhou, what do you think?"
