Time is neither fast nor slow, from the first month to the fifteenth, and from the fifteenth to February.
All in all, Qingzhu Young Master Xu Mo has been lingering on the bed for more than three months, and he is still not feeling better.
But the exam is imminent, some people are happy and some are sad, some are lucky and some are worried.
Until the Tianjia announced the exact time of the general examination - February 15th, this emotion was brewed to the extreme. I heard that Zhao Yuan secretly wiped a lot of tears in private, crying and shouting that he would be sick for Brother Xu.
Later, his mother beat him with a stick, and he became really ill.
When the news reached Erjin Xiaoyuan, Xu Mo felt deeply guilty, "When the general examination is over, I will inevitably come to apologize in person."
Almost all the relatives and friends who came to visit him left gold, silver and medicine. Even An Jun personally sent excerpts from the Imperial College examination papers.
Every bit of it is both love and an apology he will make in the future.
That was all. As the date of the examination approached, the Fang family became restless again. Men with ugly faces often appeared around the courtyard, mostly wearing black clothes and sneaking around, for fear that no one would find out that they had ulterior motives.
"I think the ulterior motive is false, but the real intention is to scare the elder brother into getting sicker." Chang Yan hit the nail on the head, "At the same time, we can also find out whether the elder brother is really sick."
Xu Mo's body could not be said to be strong, but he was by no means thin. Falling into a cold pool in winter hurt his body, but it didn't mean he couldn't get out of bed for three months.
Perhaps, they went too far in pretending to be sick.
But the healing at this juncture was more fatal than arousing suspicion.
"It seems that we should go for a walk." Xu Mo said thoughtfully, "Wait until the fourth child comes back from the medical clinic, and the second child and his sister come back from the workshop, and we can discuss it carefully."
In order to make money, survive, and for the joy and pursuit in their hearts, everyone is busy with their own things during the day.
It wasn't until the sky turned from bright to dark and night enveloped the earth, Aunt Zhang closed the door of Jiuzhenfang and came back to cook. The aroma of meat filled the air, and the quiet courtyard regained the smell of fireworks.
The meals were put on the table one after another, and the doors and windows were all tightly closed so that Xu Mo's feet could touch the ground and walk freely.
"Brother, you don't need to pretend to be so serious. Anyone who is sick must lie down and cannot even take two steps." Zheng Ruqian shouted, "Fortunately, I will be able to try it soon. If I keep you lying down for a few more months, I'll see if you These two legs have to become a tail.”
Jiang Sheng was sipping meat porridge and almost spat out the rice when he heard this.
Wen Zhiyun carefully handed over the handkerchief, watched her sister wipe it clean, and then said softly, "Three months is indeed a long time to be sick. Anyone who knows a little bit about medicine would be suspicious."
It is said that people who have lived together for a long time will have a good understanding of each other, and this is true.
The things they discussed during the day were brought up by Zheng Ruqian and Wen Zhiyun at night, with Jiang Sheng nodding beside them.
Xu Mo smiled and said bluntly, "I want to go out for a walk and show everyone the truth."
It's just like a gourd. The more you cover it, the more curious you become. If you really cut it open and see the inner core, it's nothing more than that.
"It's okay." Zheng Ruqian put his chopsticks between his elbows, "It's unreasonable to be sick for such a long time. I need to get better before others can believe it."
This is the skill of lying. All true masters of lies know that it is easier for people to believe something when it is 70% true and 30% false. A mixture of true and false is the best way to confuse the enemy.
"Perhaps, we can also set up a stumbling block for the Fang family." Chang Yan finally spoke, raising his eyebrows slightly and raising the corners of his mouth slightly, "Don't they just dislike my eldest brother, okay?"
Needless to say, brothers for many years almost understand each other.
Only Wen Zhiyun sighed quietly.
He quietly raised his head and glanced at the second brother who was eating meat, the fifth brother who was always strategizing, and the calm eldest brother.
The advantage of having such powerful brothers is that he doesn't have to rack his brains, but the disadvantage is that he is never needed.
Even if the eldest brother pretends to be sick, he only contributes some medical skills and medicine, and does not really give useful advice.
But he has obviously thought about it, he has thought about it all.
Wen Zhiyun lowered his slender neck, feeling mixed and emotional in his heart, but also a little happy and helpless.
"Then let Xiaosi take me there tomorrow." Xu Mo suddenly said at the dinner table, "Zhiyun, are you going to visit me tomorrow?"
When his name was suddenly called, he was a little flustered, "No, I will be free tomorrow."
"That's good. You can think of a good disease for me that can be hidden from the public. When the time comes, the Fang family will suffer a big loss." Xu Mo put down his chopsticks, "I'm full, let's go read a book first."
He walked away so calmly that the others continued to eat, drink, laugh and chat without raising their heads.
No one winked and communicated secretly, no one deliberately comforted his heart, no one even paid special attention to his loss.
Wen Zhiyun let out a long breath, remembered Xu Mo's explanation, and smiled with crooked eyebrows.
After he laughed, his brothers and sisters all laughed.
Under the oil lamp, Xu Mo opened the book and gently raised the corners of his mouth.
The next day.
It was already February, and the weather in Fengjing not only retained a bit of winter coldness, but also contained the warmth of spring. This made the young men and girls who had been restrained for a long time very excited, and they went out for an outing in unison.
It was at this time that Jiang San appeared carrying the sickly Xu Mo. He was pale, wearing a jacket, and holding the warm soup in his hand. Occasionally, he could not help but express his envy when he saw the energetic peers of his age.
I'm really envious.
He hasn't left the house for three months.
"Brother, don't be sad, it will get better." Chang Yan clapped his hand and sighed.
Jiang San was driving the carriage outside. Hearing these words, he suppressed a smile for fear of revealing his secret.
"I will." Xu Mo's voice was weak, with no hint of emotion or anger.
The carriage continued to move forward, as if it wanted to follow the outing team, but gradually separated from them.
Arriving at the willow forest outside the west city of Fengjing, the young men and girls were happily reciting poems and writing poems in groups, leaving only Xu Mo's carriage watching from a distance and not daring to approach.
In the eyes of outsiders, this means: This person is not in good health. He wants to come out to join in the fun, but he doesn't dare.
However, the actual situation is: Wen Zhiyun pointed to the man in the crowd with fluttering white clothes and said softly, "He is Fang Yuan."
Fang family, Fang Yuan.
A person who has been very popular since five years ago, but has never been able to meet.
Thanks to the female medical massage business developed by Wen Zhiyun, although it did not quickly become famous in Fengjing, a city where wealth and wealth gathered, it still created a small world.
The wives of several aristocratic families had invited the medical ladies from the Wen's Medical Clinic. The one who went to the Fang family at that time was Wang Xiaozhu. She happened to meet Fang Yuan visiting Mrs. Fang, so she took note of the appearance of the second son of the Fang family.
Later, when they met Fang's family again on the way to the hospital, Wang Xiaozhu identified him to Wen Zhiyun, and Wen Zhiyun was able to identify Fang Yuan among several young men from aristocratic families.
He was about fourteen or fifteen years old, and he looked similar to Fang Heng, but he was less heroic and more elegant and bookish.
Just looking at his appearance, he looks like an ordinary young master from a wealthy family, not even as outstanding as the two children of the Jiang family.
But it was this person who got involved in a fight between two rooms of the Fang family and took away Xu Mo's exam results.
If Xu Mo hadn't happened to get Huiyuan, and if Fang Heng hadn't been strong and brave, there might have been two outstanding men missing in the world.
Now, whether it's for himself or for his third brother Fang Heng, Xu Mo narrowed his eyes and said calmly, "Let's do it, Xiaosi."
