Ma'am help, the general is in trouble again

Chapter 136 I want to participate
After Zheng Quchi arranged the outsourcing of car parts, he made a special trip to the market to buy a bottle of rice wine, a paper-wrapped offering, and paper-money incense candles, and found Mu Ke's tomb.

"I'm sorry Uncle Hamu, I'm late, the main reason is..."

When she said this, her throat choked up, and after taking a deep breath to calm down, she squatted down.

She pulled out some newly grown weeds in front of the tomb, cleaned up the area around the tombstone, and then arranged the things she brought.

After inserting the joss sticks and burning the paper money into a pagoda shape, she knelt down in front of the tomb and respectfully kowtowed three times to him.

"Uncle Mu, I didn't expect that our separation after being so ordinary at the beginning would become our farewell. If I had known this earlier... I would never ask you to deliver a letter to Brother Wei."

"I have avenged Uncle Mu for you."

"But, so what if you kill her? You can't come back from death. I owe you what I owe you, but I don't know what to pay for it..."

She has always been brooding over his death, not only feeling guilty, but also familiar with the sadness of an elder's death.

"You are Sang Xuanqing?"

Behind her, suddenly came a cold voice.

Zheng Quchi turned his head, but saw a middle-aged woman standing behind her. The woman was about 40 to [-] years old, with a woman's hair bun, plain cloth clothes, and a frosty face, staring at her with a pair of sharp red phoenix eyes.

Seeing that the other party was not easy to mess with, Zheng Quchi didn't admit it immediately, but asked vigilantly: "Who are you? You are looking for Sang Xuanqing, does he have anything to do with you?"

The middle-aged woman sneered and said, "You kowtowed just now, and the one who repented and repented is my husband. Do you think it has anything to do with me?"

Zheng Quchi was startled, and then said in surprise, "You, you are Uncle Mu's wife who is good at medicinal food?"

Don't blame Zheng Quchi for only remembering this one characteristic of the other party, the most important thing is that the herbal diet the other party prepared for her is really effective.

Since she drank a few doses of potions, she practiced soft bone technique like a tiger with wings added, and her energy and blood flowed smoothly. No matter how cold it is, her hands and feet are no longer as cold as before. If she doesn't soak her feet, she won't be warmed up overnight.

"Heh, that's how he introduced me?" The woman raised her eyebrows, and when her eyes fell on the tombstone, she couldn't hide her sadness.

Zheng Quchi got up quickly, and she said: "Auntie, no, sister, Uncle Mu once said that his wife is very powerful and kind-hearted, helpful, considerate and gentle, she is the best wife..."

As she talked, her eyes gradually turned red, and she wiped away the moisture from the corners of her eyes. She whispered, "I'm sorry about Uncle Mu..."

"Originally, after knowing the whole story, I really blamed you, even though it wasn't your fault, and everything can only be said to be villains who raped and killed innocent people, but if I said that it had nothing to do with you, I couldn't convince myself .” The woman’s voice became cold and hard in vain.

Zheng Quchi didn't say a word, listening to her quietly.

"However, just now, just now when you were kneeling there... You said, so what if you take revenge, people can't be resurrected after death, and I suddenly understood why Lao Mu treats you so differently."

She stretched out her hand suddenly, fingers curved like eagle claws, and grabbed Zheng Quchi's arm.

Zheng Quchi was shocked, but based on her trust in Uncle Mu's character, she also believed that the wife he married would definitely not be a vicious person, so she held back and did not move.

The middle-aged woman glanced at her with a half-smile: "You don't look very smart, what if what I said just now was lying to you? Or, because you feel ashamed in your heart, you don't resist and plan to let me kill you to vent your anger." ?”

If someone else wanted to fight her, Zheng Quchi might have nothing to do, but if the other party wanted to reason with her, then she would be worthy of it.

She reflected the other party into her big eyes clearly, and replied with reason: "I believe you didn't lie to me, not because of your words, but because I did smell a smell of traditional Chinese medicine on you. A very young person who waits for medicine does not know that even body fragrance smells like medicine. In addition, it is not that I do not resist. I believe that I have not been guilty enough to want to die, but I believe that Uncle Mu and his wife are not a bad People who distinguish between right and wrong and kill indiscriminately."

The middle-aged woman was taken aback by her words, and then spat: "Smart teeth."

She pinched Zheng Quchi's pulse with her fingers, and after examining the pulse, she said seriously, "Have you suffered a life-threatening injury before?"

It turned out to be a pulse diagnosis, which frightened her. Although she thought that the other party would not kill her, she was not sure that the other party would beat her up involuntarily.

"Correct."

"With such a serious injury, you have recovered to the point where you can jump and jump now. Have you ever used holy-level or higher medicine to treat it?" She asked again.

Amazing, you can know so many things just by taking a pulse?
"That's right, I also ate a ginseng that is more than a hundred years old."

For the sake of saving trouble, she continued to guess, and she blew herself up.

"You are really fateful. You used ginseng to supplement your qi, suspended your life, and then cured it with holy medicine... However, you still hurt your lifeblood after all. Do you occasionally cough for a long time at night, heart-piercing?"

"Well, once, what's the matter? What's the lifeblood? Is it serious?" She blinked her eyes, as if she wasn't in the situation.

The middle-aged woman narrowed her eyes: "Yes, and it will become more and more serious, exhaustion of righteousness, and even tuberculosis, and you might as well ask, whether others can cure your disease or not."

She stared fixedly at Zheng Quchi, but in fact her voice drifted elsewhere and fell into the ears of other caring people.

Finally realized the seriousness of the matter.

"……help me."

"Little clever ghost, how do you know I can save you?"

Seeing that she was still in the mood to amuse himself, Zheng Quchi immediately praised her: "Because my sister is kind-hearted and the most important thing is that you don't want to save me, so why bother telling me to procrastinate and procrastinate, and eventually cough into tuberculosis?" , die without treatment?"

Although her words were very pleasing to the ear, the middle-aged woman still corrected her: "My name is Mei Ruoling, you can call me Aunt Ling, don't call me sister anymore, I don't want to be a generation behind Old Mu."

Zheng Quchi was as good as he said: "Okay, Aunt Ling."

There is no elder who doesn't like a sweet-mouthed junior, not to mention dog legs, which also depends on appearance. Zheng Quchi's younger sister's apple face is inherently lively and cute.

Mei Ruoling's eyes have changed from cold to now softened and helpless, she sighed softly: "I will not let you go, and will continue to take care of your body. When Lao Mu told me about this, I promised him, only……"

"only?"

Mei Ruoling suddenly looked at her seriously: "You said just now that you feel that you can't repay the love you owe to Lao Mu, right?"

Although Zheng Quchi's face sometimes seems to have a kind of clear stupidity, but in fact she has a clear eye and a clear heart. She understood what Mei Ruoling meant, and said: "If there is anything I need to do, Auntie Ling just don't hesitate." Say, I can do it, and I will never refuse."

Mei Ruoling was very pleased that she was so forthright, and at the same time admired her even more.

"Okay, I want you to join the Jichun Craftsman's Guild, and try your best to enter the finals and fulfill Lao Mu's wish."

Jichun Artisan Guild?
Of course Zheng Quchi knew this. Uncle Mu had told her that he hoped she would go with him.

But what does this have to do with wishes?
Zheng Quchi asked, "What wish?"

Mei Ruoling said, it's a long story.

"You don't know that Lao Mu is not from Ye. He was born in a family of craftsmen for generations. Since he was a child, he has participated in many civil construction projects with his father and grandparents. He has mastered many carpentry skills in his youth... Later, in order to further improve his craft, He learned from the Kucha Kingdom to build weapons, woodwork, and ingenuity. When he was young, he also created many useful tools..."

Mei Ruoling said.

Among the teachers he worships, there is a senior brother who was born with a unique comprehension ability, which he will never be able to match. In terms of craftsmanship, he is taught by the same teacher, but that senior brother is always one step ahead of him get started.

Gradually, the proud and arrogant Mu Ke developed a biased mentality.

He was very jealous of the other party, and this kind of thinking increased day by day, until later, it became a state of madness.

He wanted to ruin that senior brother's reputation.

Therefore, at the grand meeting of the Jichun Artisan Union held every three years, that senior was supposed to enter the finals with his real skills, but because Mu Ke dropped his work, he was screened out by the meeting.

This happened exactly as Mu Ke expected, the senior fell from a high place, suffered a big blow, and never recovered from it.

Seeing this, Mu Ke was secretly proud at first, but as time went by, his character began to mature and his thinking changed.

You YouQi learned that the senior brother already knew that he did this, but he never thought of exposing him and blaming him.

Seeing the once proud son of heaven turned into what he is today, the conscience and guilt that came late made him unable to breathe.

He didn't dare to face that senior brother.

A few years later, Mu Ke was ready and signed up for the Jichun Craftsman's Guild. He specially invited his senior brother to join him. He felt that he was sorry for the other party. He wanted the two of them to work together to return the glory that was lost. he.

The senior brother understood his intention and agreed to him.

However, they encountered a very strong opponent, that is Zuo Mo, the master craftsman of Nanchen Kingdom.

During the competition, Mu Ke was inadvertently plotted against by the opponent, and the senior brother not only ignored the previous suspicions, but also died for him in order to save him, and finally ended with one death and one defeat.

After this bad news, Mu Ke was completely crushed, and he was overwhelmed by the regret and frustration in his heart.

He bid farewell to the past completely, came to Ye Kingdom incognito, and became the engineer Mu Ke.

But Mei Ruoling knew that Mu Ke had always been brooding over the past in his heart, and was extremely unwilling. In his dreams, he wanted to win back for himself and his senior brother, and regain the life and reputation taken away by Zuo Mo.

But he also knew that he was crippled, utterly crippled, and he was afraid of wood art. Over the years, not only had he not made any progress, but he had actually retreated, but Zuo Mo's reputation was getting better and better. too much.

Even if he went to join the Jichun Craftsman's Guild again, he would only be humiliating himself.

His frustration and loneliness shrouded him almost every day, but one day, when Mei Ruoling saw him come back, she was completely different.

When he mentioned a young boy named "Sang Xuanqing", he was overjoyed, as if he had met a genius, and he talked about her spirituality endlessly.

She knew that he had finally found his purpose for the rest of his life.

He pinned his lifelong hopes on that young man named "Sang Xuanqing".

Only later did she know that Sang Xuanqing was not a boy, but a girl, but so what if he was a boy or a girl?

After telling Mu Ke's past, Mei Ruoling no longer had the cold and arrogant appearance before, she said to Zheng Quchi: "So, I hope you can go to the Jichun Craftsman's Guild to fulfill his great wish, which is also his last wish."

After Zheng Quchi listened, he understood why Uncle Mu had always taken such good care of her, and also understood where the occasional sadness and regret in his eyes came from.

She was about to reply to Mei Ruoling who was waiting for an answer, but was interrupted by a voice behind her that was as cold as a knife scraping her face.

"Mrs. Mu, you want to coax my wife into fighting for your husband's fame and fortune. Have you ever told me my opinion?"

From behind, I saw Yu Wencheng coming at some time, he walked over and stopped beside Zheng Quchi, but he didn't even bother to give Mei Ruoling a slight expression.

Zheng Quchi met his eyes, and in the next second, he attacked with a bright smile.

"How did you come?"

Yu Wencheng's originally gloomy expression was made difficult to maintain by her smile. He glanced away and fell into the air.

When Mei Ruolan saw Yu Wensheng, her pupils tightened as if being pricked by needles. In today's world, few people are fearless about Yu Wensheng.

"General, this matter has nothing to do with you, as long as Sang Xuanqing is willing to agree." She said forcefully.

Yu Wencheng glanced at her, and mocked with a faint smile overflowing from his throat: "She is my wife, who are you?"

Seeing that the smell of gunpowder between the two people's words became more and more intense, at this moment Zheng Quchi interjected loudly, raised his hand and asked directly: "I just want to ask, is this Jichun Artisan Association not limited to men and women, and both men and women are welcome?" Participate?"

Yu Wencheng looked at her, and Mei Ruoling paused, as if recalling the rules: "I haven't heard that women are not allowed to participate, but since its establishment, everyone has assumed that Baigong is a man..."

If there is no clear stipulation——"Then there's no problem, I agree." Zheng Quchi made the final decision.

Mei Ruoling glanced at Yu Wencheng subconsciously, but unfortunately the other party was wearing a mask and his expression was so dark and unpredictable that she couldn't see anything, then she asked Zheng Quchi solemnly: "Have you really thought it through?"

Zheng Quchi nodded: "Well, I also planned to participate. I heard that the prize money is very rich, but now I have more reasons to participate. I want to fulfill Uncle Mu's last wish, although I may not have the ability to do it for him." He achieved it, but I will try my best."

Hearing what she said, Mei Ruoling was really moved, and it was rare to squeeze out a smile on her cold and arrogant face: "Okay, okay, it really is the person he likes."

After Mei Ruoling finished speaking, she raised her chin again, and said, "Every time I talk to people, you, Uncle Mu, never dare to speak out and object. Your family's family style still needs to be rectified."

"I still have something to do, so I will go ahead."

As soon as she finished speaking, she ran away, that wind-like speed, somewhat like fanning the wind and lighting the fire, fearing that she would be caught and settle accounts, and flee for her life.

Zheng Quchi was left alone, with an embarrassed smile on his face, facing Yu Wensheng's next "storm".

(End of this chapter)