Yu Jun

Amidst the solemnity, Wu Jin suddenly felt the weight on her shoulders, and followed Yin Bei all the way forward, passed Jiu Si Xuan, entered the second hall from the narrow road, and first went to meet Mo Qianlan.

The sky was already so dark, but it was even more gloomy in the second hall. The cold wind howled in the corridor and rolled in along the temporarily opened door. Yin Bei turned around and closed the door, and the wind stopped outside.

The room was silent, the smoker spit out green smoke, and the charcoal fire also ignited hot flames. The hourglass fell, and the sound of ticking continued, and fell heavily on the copper basin. Out of the depression like hell.

The candle flame remained motionless under the lampshade, but melted piece by piece.

Li Yitie sat on the embroidered pier in front of the bed, closed his eyes and meditated, when he heard the movement, he opened his eyelids to take a look, then closed them again.

It is not an easy task to rob people with Lord Yan.

Wu Jin looked at the ignorant Mo Qianlan, crossed her hands, and said in a low voice, "Student Wu Jin, I greet Mo Jiedushi."

Mo Qianlan lay down without even moving his eyelids.

Wu Jin straightened up, feeling that Mo Qianlan was completely different.

He has seen Mo Qianlan several times, Mo Qianlan is always noble, clean and tidy, never in a state of embarrassment, like Mo Lingfeng's eyes, there is always a cold light, as if there are eighteen mud plows under his feet , the soul is laughing "Jie Jie" in the body.

Now that the jade is broken, the soul is hidden somewhere, only this body is left, lying on the bed, covered with long needles, unkempt, almost integrated with this old house.

Fortunately, still alive.

The door opened again, and a servant brought in a bowl of thick black concoction, brought it to the front of the bed, put the medicine on the side table, then knelt on the footrest, squeezed Mo Qianlan's mouth open with one hand, He scooped out a spoonful of medicine with one hand, pressed Mo Qianlan's tongue, and stabbed it into his throat.

Mo Qianlan couldn't swallow, but his body still reacted, his throat was throbbing, which made the medicine not only not fed in, but vomited out instead.

The servant seemed to have expected it, and immediately took back the spoon and hand, and put the spoonful of medicine into Mo Qianlan's mouth, only a little medicine dripped out from the corner of his mouth.

The medicine was fed in spoonful after spoonful, and Yin Bei wiped his eyes vigorously—it was too painful.

It's a shame to live like this.

"Master Wu," he whispered, "shall we go to the front first?"

Wu Jin nodded, bowed her hands again, said goodbye and went out. Li Yitie, who was sitting, opened her eyes after he went out, took the pulse on Mo Qianlan's hand, and said sarcastically: "What's the use of all the tricks? Let's see." , now only a fool like Wu Jin still treats you as a human being."

Mo Qianlan still didn't respond.

Yin Bei led Wu Jin straight into the main hall.

In the main hall, the furnishings are quite different from those in the back hall. It is solemn and solemn. There is a screen in the middle against the wall. There is a long black lacquered case in front with strange stones on it. There are two armchairs on the left and right sides of the case.

There are also armchairs and small tables facing each other on both sides of the lower head. There is a flower table in the corner, and a vase is placed on it. The chrysanthemums inserted in it are drooping and have not been replaced.

Everything here is square and square, the tables, chairs and benches are dull in color, and even the chairs have no patterns, only a grayish brown color.

Mixed with the ancient atmosphere of Mo Mansion, the officialdom suddenly became a cemetery, and the people who entered and exited, even if they were not dressed in mourning, seemed to be crawling in the dark.

In the darkness, Yin Bei told Wu Jin that the printing room was on the right, the study room was on the left, and the value rooms were on the two sides.

After speaking, he scratched his head, not knowing what to do next.

As big as the family business of the Mo family, as small as the official affairs of the Jiedu envoy's mansion, and as small as outsiders' prying eyes, Yin Bei's mind became a mess, and he couldn't even figure out a single thread.

Wu Jin stood where she was, waiting for him to continue talking about the situation in the Mo Mansion, but before he could speak, she heard two people arguing from the guard room, as if they had different opinions on the food this morning.

He asked Yin Bei in a low voice: "Jiedu Envoy's disease of leaving his soul, hasn't he written a memorial to His Majesty?"

Yin Bei was taken aback when he heard this: "I don't know."

Wu Jin was also taken aback, and at the same time silently arranged the current Mo Mansion into countless lines in her mind, carefully sorting out the priorities, internal and external closeness.

He doesn't know how Zhao Shiheng handles this huge matter, let alone how many things are waiting for him in the Mo Mansion. He is far less sophisticated and smart than Zhao Shiheng, so he can only do the same thing.

"Aside from Jiedushi, who else in the duty room can play the book?"

"Whose official university are you talking about?" Yin Bei had questions and answers this time, and told him about the situation in the valet room.

Under the Jiedu envoy, there are judges, secretaries, push officials, court officials, important registrations, and important relatives, as well as numerous accompanying troops and deputy envoys.

Jiedushi was originally a vain job, and he didn't ask about soldiers, food, grass, and taxes, but only used seals, so his subordinates were divided into two factions, one was trash, and the other was pure trash.

The good-for-nothing faction will read official documents and use seals, and the pure-for-nothing faction will eat idle food. The two factions spend their time wasting time in the Mo mansion together, their minds are backward, and they are no one's opponent when they are released.

When Wu Jin heard this, she couldn't help but laugh, and asked Yin Bei to tell the trash that today he had prepared a memorial for Mo Jiedu's unconsciousness and sent it from the courier shop to the capital. No matter what orders His Majesty made, they could not hide it.

Yin Bei got the order and went immediately.

After a while, the guard in the room realized that he had almost committed the crime of deceiving the emperor. Under heavy pressure, he did not dare to practice Tai Chi, and all gathered together to write a memorial.

There are very few official duties in the outside world, only this one, after the disposal, the rest will be the family affairs of the Mo family.

The family affairs in Mo's house were complicated, and he couldn't stand here to deal with them. Yin Bei wanted him to go to the flower hall that Zhao Shiheng had used. He waved his hand and went to Jiusixuan.

Menzi sent over all the invitations, most of them were in the form of family members, so they could be ignored, but for Zhifu, Zhizhou and others to ask for invitations, Wu Jin thought twice, and asked Yin Bei to send people to visit each government in person, to answer questions and answer questions.

The Liu family can also ignore it, but keep an eye on it.

Yin Bei was busy in and out, busy in a clear manner, and the mess in his mind was also untied, and finally, according to what Wu Jin said, he went to reprimand and rectify the servants in the mansion.

He forgot the word "reprimand" and at the same time the word "law of the king", and followed the iron-blooded path of Mo Qianlan's time, hanging up the restless servant and whipping him. With a hundred whips, the blood is bloody, there is only air out, no air in.

Mo's mansion once again restored the lifelessness it had when Mo Qianlan was there, and the servants turned into clay sculptures and wood sculptures, each performing their own duties, not daring to be careless.

Afterwards, Yin Bei once again followed the instructions and picked out two prudent and reliable aunts to take care of Mo Qianlan in the second hall.

The two aunts have big arms and round waists, are stable and heavy, and together they can eat half a sheep, but they come from a poor family, and they are especially able to endure hardships and stand hard work. They serve Mo Qianlan personally, and they are more dedicated than the servants.

After Wu Jin arranged these things, she began to write a letter to Mo Lingfeng - she couldn't hide it, but she had to write to reassure her.