Yu Jun

Chapter 331 Aiko
The carriage stopped in front of the middle gate. The driver put on the reins, jumped sideways, took out the dismounting stool and placed it in front of the carriage.

Wu Yi rushed forward, stretched out his hand to lift the curtain, and grabbed it without asking who was inside. At the same time, with a loud voice, he shouted: "Brother! Brother!"

Cheng Ting secretly thought that his father went to Jeju to take office and pulled several large carriages. Wu Jin was a Hanlin bachelor and came back with a promotion. How could a carriage with such arrogance fit into it? It must not be Wu Jin.

He didn't think so, stepped down the stone steps, tied his horse to the stone pillar, tied the horse, looked back, and was stunned.

Wu Jin, wearing an official robe and a crane, held Wu Yi's hand and bent down to get out of the carriage. He stretched one long leg straight and stepped on the horse stool. He noticed Cheng Ting's gaze and looked over.

Wu Jin looked at Cheng Ting, his heart was quiet, and he couldn't help but smile. His mind was intermittently passing through many scenes of his youth.

Both he and Mo Lingfeng underwent drastic changes in the torrent, but Cheng Ting remained the same as when he was a boy, carefree, not in the game, only in the world.

Cheng Ting is a sincere child with a bright mirror in front of him. No matter when they look back, he will be like this.

Cheng Ting let out an "ouch" and slapped the horse's back: "Wu Jin?"

The horse raised its head and neighed in surprise. Cheng Ting shouted "haha" twice and came straight to Wu Jin: "Wu Jin, it's really you!"

Arriving in front of the carriage, he stopped hastily and bowed deeply two steps away: "Young man Cheng Ting, the famous criminal master of Jeju, has met Wu Tongpan."

He added in time: "My father, Cheng Taesan, the prefect of Jeju."

Wu Jin and Mo Lingfeng were advancing together, and even if he jumped up, he couldn't reach them. Cheng Taishan's weight would come into play, allowing him to stand between Wu and Mo, and continue to run rampant.

After the ceremony, he straightened up, strode forward, put his buttocks out, put his eyebrows away, turned his back, stood in a horse stance, bowed his upper body slightly, and slapped his back with his backhand: "I will carry you."

Wu Jin stepped out of the carriage, reached out and patted his back, and said with a smile, "I can leave."

Cheng Ting stood up straight, took the lantern from Wu Yi's hand, shined it on Wu Jin's face, and his voice trembled: "How come you...are so thin?"

It was obvious that when Wu Jin left Kuanzhou, he was still very strong and could push someone ten steps away with a slap on his face, but now his thinness can be seen at a glance.

Wu Yi got into the carriage to take out his luggage, and finally brought down a bamboo basket with books. He looked at Wu Jin and his nose became sour: "Brother"

Wu Jin waved his hand, stood up slowly, smoothed his clothes, took out the money and thanked the driver Tan Xuan sent him, then held Cheng Ting's hand and took a deep breath: "Eat it if you lose weight. It doesn't matter, let's go." .”

Cheng Ting clamped Wu Jin's arm firmly and held him up the stone steps: "Is this the only box?"

Wu Jin nodded: "This box is enough."

Wu Yi chased after him: "Brother, be careful of the slippery ground."

Cheng Ting held Wu Jin in one hand and held a lantern in the other. The two walked side by side through the dark corridors of the inner office - the inner office was vast and empty for several months. In a hurry, only two people were cleared out. courtyard.

After walking out for about ten steps, Cheng Ting was convinced that Wu Jin was not like Mo Qianlan, who would be blown away by the wind, and then he quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

They sent Wu Jin all the way into the front hall. The lights in the front hall were not very bright. There were no candles. The front hall was so big that it was still dim with just two oil lamps.

As soon as one foot entered the hospital, Wu Yi shouted loudly: "Mom, brother is back!"

The room was quiet for a moment, and then there was the sound of chaotic footsteps and the sound of rolling scooters. Wu's mother rushed out: "Boss!"

When Wu Jin saw his mother's stooped figure and staggering steps, showing her age, she immediately knelt down on the ground, walked a few steps on her knees, and shouted, "Mother, my son is back."

Wu's mother stepped forward, hugged Wu Jin, and cried loudly: "My son! Do you feel any pain?"

She didn't understand court affairs, she didn't understand the admonishment of the broken head, she didn't understand how many conspiracies were involved, and she didn't care about the praise of the literati. She only knew that her son was hit by the imperial cane and almost lost his life.The strong old woman who had gone through countless ups and downs was crying heart-wrenchingly at this moment, her whole body was shaking with tears, and she covered the back of Wu Jin's head with her palms. She pressed Wu Jin's head into her arms and shed tears.

How could I not cry, how could I not be heartbroken, this was her son!

If a fire stick hits the body, it will leave a mark, let alone a torture stick with a thick wrist.

From the moment she heard the news, she had been holding back tears of blood in her heart and refused to cry easily - she was afraid that the tears would be unknown, so she did not dare to cry. It was only at this moment that she dared to express her sorrow.

The cries circulated in circles under the night, and before one cry dissipated, another one had already caught up. Wu Yi stood aside, holding a bamboo box in his hand, which was like a clay sculpture and had no use except for shedding tears.

Cheng Ting stepped forward and used brute force to separate the mother and son: "Auntie, please stop crying. The ground is cold, this is not the time to kneel."

After saying that, he helped Wu Jin to stand up: "Wu Jin, get up quickly, kowtow to fulfill your filial piety, don't rush, your health is important."

When Wu's mother heard this, her heart was pierced even more, and she burst into tears. She couldn't help but stretched out her hand to rub Wu Jin's sleeves, and asked him if he was cold or hungry, but her words were drowned by tears. No words can come out.

Wu Jin stretched out his hand to wipe away his mother's tears. Wu's mother felt that his hands were as cold as iron, and her tears became more and more unstoppable.

Cheng Ting added: "Auntie, Wu Jin came back with the urgent march. I'm afraid he didn't eat well along the way. Go and get him some food."

Only then did Wu's mother hold back her tears, put her palms on her sleeves, wiped her face, and nodded: "Yes, the third master said... mutton soup... I made mutton soup and cooked noodles."

She hurriedly turned around and went to the kitchen, limping without even taking the oil lamp. Cheng Ting thrust the lantern into Wu Yi's hand: "Go and light the way for your mother."

Only then did Wu Yi come back to his senses, holding a lantern and a box, and chased after Wu's mother.

Cheng Ting walked in with Wu Jin on his side: "Come in quickly. When I went to ask for Doctor Li, his apprentice said he was already here."

Father Wu was sitting in his scooter, waiting at the door. His eyes were also red, and he just wished he couldn't move. He said in a trembling voice: "Boss, you have suffered a lot. Come on, come on."

"Dad," Wu Jin stepped forward and choked with sobs, "your son is unfilial, and you are worried."

Wu's father was afraid of delaying Wu Jin's medical treatment, so he suppressed the tears welling up: "Don't kneel, dad doesn't need you to kneel, let Dr. Li take a look."

There was a charcoal basin in the house that was burning brightly. The big yellow dog was lying beside the charcoal basin. When he saw Wu Jin, he stood up unsteadily, shook his head and tail at Wu Jin, and then slowly lay down again.

Li Yitie took out the pulse checker from the medicine box and placed it on the square table: "Wu Tongpan, please press the bow for now."

Wu Jin walked over and sat down, put his hand on the pulse checker and said thank you.

Cheng Ting and Wu's father subconsciously held their breath.

There was silence in the room. After taking his pulse, Li Yi took a closer look at Wu Jinjia, his eyes, hair, and tongue. After looking at it, he asked, "Is the mouth bitter?"

Wu Jin nodded.

"Hand," Li Yitie gestured for him to stretch out his hand again, put his fingers on the pulse, and felt the pulse again. After a moment, he released his hand, "Did the Taiyuan Hospital treat your injury?"

Wu Jin said: "Yes, what's wrong?"

Father Wu was rolling the wheel with both hands, his eyes showing urgency: "Doctor Li, is my son's injury serious?"

(End of this chapter)