Yu Jun

Chapter 157 Take a Walk
Wu Jin wiped off the drink on her face, and gave a deep bow to Cheng Taishan: "Students, thank you Cheng Zhifu for your protection. Students are ashamed, and they plan on purpose."

Cheng Taishan had spit out countless duck bones in front of him, and he moved his numb tongue: "Although you planned on purpose, it can be regarded as a gift to me, old bastard, if you dare to bark your teeth at me in the future! try."

He looked at the table in front of him, and didn't intend to give up halfway, so he waved Wu Jin away with a big hand: "Go."

"Yes."

Wu Jin withdrew from the pavilion, went to Mo's mansion, washed in Yeshanju, changed out of his stained clothes, sat on the couch, and asked Yin Bei to apply medicine to him.

The autumn wind outside was like a cold pool and deep water, and the charcoal fire in the house blocked the coldness. Wu Jin only wore clean underwear and middle clothes, the top was faded to the waist, the upper body was naked, and the chest and back were pushed in the carriage. There were large red marks, and the slap marks on the face also showed clear marks.

Yin Bei wiped the ointment on a large area, thinking that the red marks would disappear tonight.

Only the marks around the neck had turned from red and swollen to bruised and purple. After one night, not only could it not dissipate, but the bruise would sink down, making the color even more frightening.

"Master Wu, who made it?" Yin Bei asked murderously.

Wu Jin waved her hands, only then did she realize that her throat was also sore: "I've already done it, don't interfere."

Yin Bei was sharpening his knife in his heart, and at the same time, he was thinking about where to bury the person. Hearing what Wu Jin said, he had no choice but to calm down and carefully poured the medicine.

Wu Jin put her hands into her sleeves, pulled up her clothes, got up and pulled her shoes, went to the screen and took off her shirt, thought for a while, and said to Yin Bei: "Death is not a sin."

The aftertaste of murder in Yin Bei's heart dissipated immediately and no longer floated up.

He touched his neck: "How long will it be better here?"

Yin Bei put down the ointment: "It will take two or three days at least."

Wu Jin bent down and picked up the shoes. His black and wet hair was loose. He sat in the chair and sighed: "I'll rest here tonight. We'll talk about it tomorrow...tomorrow."

If I don't go home for two or three days, I'm afraid my parents and brothers will worry about it, but if I go home too early, my parents will be even more worried when they see the wound on the neck.

Yin Bei hurriedly went out to order his servants to prepare meals. Wu Jin sat in the room, and after eating two meals with peace of mind, the sky gradually darkened.

The moonlight is not clear, only a group of vague shadows hang in the sky.

Wu Jin drank a cup of herbal tea for promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis, stood in front of the window and looked out for a while, then took a crane cloak to wear on her body, opened the door and went out.

It was windy outside, and it made him shiver.

No matter how you light the candles, the darkness will invade recklessly. Large pieces fall outside the door and by the window, and the lights in the porch are like beans. It seems that it has reached a precarious point and will be destroyed by an autumn wind at any time.

A few residual leaves fell silently with the cold wind, and the trembling tree shadows cast by the shadow of the lamp fluttered all over the ground.

The Mo Mansion, which was already silent, became more and more silent, being overwhelmed by the boundless darkness.

Wu Jin carried the paper lantern and walked along the corridor to the back garden. The two servants followed him not too far away, waiting for orders at any time.

The Mo Mansion, which stood here hundreds of years ago, revealed its true colors in the darkness.

During the daytime, the Mo Mansion is majestic and magnificent, with ancient trunks and clouds covering the sun, and it is full of aristocratic style everywhere, standing high above and looking down on everything.

However, at night, this huge mansion reveals the gloomyness of being abandoned by the world. The eaves and horns, the caisson flat chess, and the Lingduo ridge beast all show a tired state and reveal a decayed air.

The painted paint is also mottled from the outside to the inside under the swaying lights.

The majesty of a hundred years ago, with the inevitable fall of the new dynasty, is like a beautiful woman's twilight, like a general's graying head, like a dream bubble, which is irreversible and difficult to plan.

The Mo family has been passed down from generation to generation, and they are all forced to accept their fate. Only Mo Qianlan refuses to submit, but wants to turn the tide.

Wu Jin walked and watched, thinking that Mo Lingfeng must also wander in this kind of night from time to time, and the huge shadow brought by the dark night is enough to engulf her when she was young.

When she walked alone in it, was she afraid, panicked, or was she breathing together with the mansion alone?
he does not know.

The back garden was also silent, and the babbler, who loves to be noisy, never uttered a sound. Wu Jin stood in the water pavilion, watching the waves of the lake. .

Wu Jin smelled the moisture in the wind and knew that there was going to be a torrential rain, so she picked up the lantern and walked back. Just as she reached Jiu Si Xuan, the big raindrops fell on the tip of his nose.

He hurriedly stepped into Jiusixuan, and as soon as he opened the door of the study room, heavy rain poured down. The stone steps that were dry just now were wet in an instant, and rainwater also leaked in from the railing.

The servants who followed him divided into two groups, one went to light candles, and the other went down the corridor to call Jiusixuanzhong's servant.

Three long candles were lit to disperse the night, but the autumn wind was cold and rainy, and the room was cold and damp as if immersed in an ice cellar. Wu Jin sneezed three times in succession, her face turned blue from the cold.

Qi Chang came out of the house in a hurry, and moved the charcoal basin with both hands. There were three charcoals buried in the ashes, which could emit a little warmth for a long time.

It was raining heavily, and he just walked down the corridor for a while, and the soles of his shoes were wet, and his socks were also soaked. When he walked into the house, his frozen teeth chattered.

Seeing Wu Jin sitting at the table spreading paper, he seemed to want to write, so he hurriedly put the charcoal basin over there, pulled away the charcoal ashes with a torch, remembered that there was no charcoal in it, and ran out to fetch the charcoal basket from the side room, and added charcoal .

When the fire was a little hotter, he got up and stood aside, sniffing his nose, and saw Wu Jin pouring water into the inkstone, as if he was not afraid of the cold, he wrapped his left hand around the dangling sleeve of his right hand, and slowly pushed the ink stick.

After the ink was ready, Wu Jin took down a broom from Bijia Mountain and wrote on the bamboo paper: "Yuanzhang 25th August [-]th, the night rain came suddenly."

His pen moves like flying, Qi Chang turned his head to look closely, and saw that he was writing in the center, and occasionally in the side, showing the majesty, with the beauty of flowing clouds and flowing water.

The servant at the side suddenly tugged at him, made a gesture of drinking tea, and signaled him to bring tea.

Qi Chang was about to read what Wu Jin had written, and he was dragged back to his senses, and hurried to the ear room. The servant who came out with him had just boiled the water, and when he saw that he wanted tea, he hurriedly poured the tea and let Qi Chang Smooth over the past.

Qi Chang brought the tea, put it beside Wu Jin, quietly glanced at the paper, and saw that it read: "Mr. , everything is perfect, and everything is not in order', thinking about it today, it is still in order, what the people like, and what the people hate.

After a few glances, the servants who followed Wu Jin pulled him away again and asked him to wait outside.

Qi Chang had no choice but to go out again and guard the door.

Once he left the charcoal fire, dampness and cold swept over him. He shivered, shut the door tremblingly, and stood close to the door on the porch, shrinking into a ball of ashes.

(End of this chapter)