Ji Wenzhan held two pieces of paper and hid the one imitating Ji Wuhen's letter in his room. The one torn from a medical book was taken to the room behind the hall.
That room was the place where my mother used to treat people when she was in the palace. All the servants in the palace, big and small, had received her diagnosis and treatment.
Entering the room, he opened the drawer of "Angelica" and randomly pulled out a letter left by his mother.
Comparing the handwriting on it, both the beginning and the end of the writing were written by the same person, but the words on the medical book were slightly newer.
At that moment, Ji Wenzhan's mood was surging.
He was extremely excited that he could see his mother's words again after twenty years.
This medical book belongs to Lu Qingtang, and Lu Qingtang's appearance is similar to that of his mother. Based on his age, could it be that Lu Qingtang is his mother's child with someone else?
Ji Wenzhan suddenly smiled. He did not expect to find his half-sister in the vast world.
Smiling and laughing, he stopped smiling. He suddenly remembered the complaints Lu Qingtang had made to him in the past few days. He opened his mouth and his sister shut his mouth. She was like a resentful woman.
It seems that she was the one who climbed into the room that day. She saw the letters and recognized the handwriting, so she had such an attitude.
But why doesn't she recognize him?
Is it because of my father?
It's no wonder that the woman he has been looking for for twenty years suddenly gets married and has a child with someone else. How can a normal man bear it?
This is not the most important thing. What is the most important thing is the mother?
Ji Wenzhan has never heard Lu Qingtang mention her mother. Could it be that her mother has...
He didn't dare to think any further, but he already had an idea in his mind, but he still needed to verify it.
At night, he couldn't sleep while lying in bed. He tossed and turned, and his mind was filled with his mother's voice and smile. But the face was getting blurry, and he could hardly remember what she looked like.
At the same time, Mo Zeshen's residence had exploded.
Lu Qingtang was chasing Mo Bao all over the yard with a rolling pin in hand. Despite his short legs, he ran quite fast. Lu Qingtang had practiced at least, but it was extremely difficult to catch up.
She held the rolling pin in one hand and the door frame with the other, panting from exhaustion, "Mo Changning, stop here. If you run away again, I will break your legs!"
Mo Bao stood in the middle of the courtyard, his eyes full of grievance, "Mother, I was wrong, I will never dare to tear up your medical book again..."
Lu Qingtang gritted his teeth in anger, "Is that my medical skill? It belonged to your grandmother. She only had a few medical books and she asked you to tear them up, you little bastard!"
She adjusted her emotions and suppressed her anger, "I'm going to ask you one last time, where did you throw that page? Find it for me and I'll spare you the beating today."
Little Mo Bao frowned and scratched his face with his chubby hands, looking like he was thinking hard.
He remembered that Ji Wenzhan threw the piece of paper into the bucket, and it was probably all taken away by his servants now. He didn't dare to go when it was so dark.
He didn't even dare to tell Lu Qingtang what he was doing with the piece of paper he tore off, otherwise he would be mad at her to death.
After thinking for a long time, Mo Bao said: "I can't find it."
As he said that, his big black eyes were timid, and he stretched out his small fleshy hand to Lu Qingtang.
Lu Qingtang immediately felt distressed when she saw this. She just wanted to scare him and teach him not to move things. The words are on his lips, but if he doesn't put them into action, I'm afraid the child will go even further next time.
She stepped forward, hesitated for a moment, and did not use the rolling pin. If the child is so young, a few hits will definitely hurt him to death, so just slap him twice with your palm to make him remember.
But just as he raised his hand, Mo Zeshen walked out of the room.
He stepped forward and picked up Mo Bao, and said with some distress: "Isn't it just a piece of paper? What's the big deal, do you want to hit someone?"
Upon hearing this, the fire that had just been suppressed was ignited again.
Lu Qingtang rolled his eyes in anger, "It's a piece of paper, go and fill it up for me, who can't tell lies!"
Mo Zeshen picked up Mo Bao and walked into the house, "Just write, what's the big deal!"
Half an hour later...
Lu Qingtang yawned, supported his chin with his hand, and tapped the table impatiently, "Hey, are you done writing?"
Mo Ze held the pen deeply and looked at Lu Qingtang with an embarrassed expression, "What was your last sentence just now? I didn't hear it clearly. Say it again."
Lu Qingtang yawned again, "What? What did I just say?"
She was terribly sleepy now, her mind was in chaos, "Forget it, go to bed first, and we'll talk about it tomorrow. Then help me close the door later."
Mo Zeshen looked down at the page he had written more than half of. Almost half of the words on it were in ancient Chinese characters, which he had never seen before. He could now understand why Lu Qingtang was so angry. Who else wouldn't be angry?
With this thought in his mind, Mo Zeshen put the pen on the table, stood up and said angrily: "I'd better beat Mo Bao to death."
Lu Qingtang leaned on the table to take a nap with his eyes closed. After hearing what he said, he couldn't help but laugh out loud, "Isn't it just a piece of paper? What's the big deal, do you want to hit someone?"
She imitated Mo Zeshen's tone and spoke with sarcasm.
Mo Ze, who had just walked to the door, gritted his teeth, turned around and lazily picked her up.
Lu Qingtang, who was taking a nap with his eyes closed, was frightened. He subconsciously hugged Mo Zeshen's neck and exclaimed: "What are you doing? Put me down!"
Mo Zeshen immediately stopped him, "Keep your voice down, don't disturb the three children."
Lu Qingtang stared with dissatisfaction, "I'm warning you, don't talk about your child. If you dare to do anything to me, I will make you unable to get out of bed tomorrow!"
Mo Ze smiled deeply and said, "I didn't want to do anything. I just wanted to hold you and sleep. I can't do anything now that I'm injured. Don't worry, I really just want to hold you to sleep."
As he spoke, he carried Lu Qingtang and walked to the bed. The smile on his face made Lu Qingtang a little creepy.
Is it really?
…
Early the next morning, after dinner, the three children were taken to the garden by Kou Dan and Su Mu to play.
Ji Wenzhan stayed in the garden early, and when he saw the three babies, he gave them the snacks he had brought. In order to make it easier to talk to Mo Bao, some were given to Kou Dan and Su Mu.
People are short-tongued, so Koudan and Sumu didn't say anything.
Ji Wenzhan and Mo Bao sat on the steps and asked him in a low voice, "Did your mother catch you stealing shortbread cookies for me yesterday?"
Mo Bao immediately shook his head and said seriously: "Of course not!"
Then he continued to eat the snacks in his hand.
After hearing this, Ji Wenzhan couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.
He wanted Lu Qingtang to know that he saw his mother's handwriting, but at the same time he didn't like her to find out.
He is not ready yet and doesn't know how to face her.
Just a while ago, he defended Ji Jianing, with whom she had a bad relationship, in front of her. He really had no shame in talking to her about this. He thought about it all night last night. The reason why Lu Qingtang was always so awkward with him was probably because he was angry about that incident.
