Yu Jun

The little beggar didn't know there was someone behind him, so he ran like a tiger and rushed all the way to the agreed place, but Huang Yiren was nowhere to be seen.

He walked around the street a few more times, but still couldn't find the God of Wealth.

A wisp of red cloud appeared on the horizon, which was quickly wiped out by dark clouds. In an instant, the wind was frightening, and the city was filled with the sound of wine, tiles fell to the ground from time to time, the breakfast shops that had just been set up were put away one after another, and the little beggar ran away holding his head. Go straight to the temple where you usually live.

The temple is a temple without an owner. The walls are in decay, the mountain gate has collapsed, the courtyard is full of withered grass and ice, the Buddha statue is lying on the side of the temple, the divine tent is connected with spider webs, the incense burner is empty, and there is a pot of water in it.

As soon as the little beggar crossed the threshold, the raindrops fell straight down, making the ice that had accumulated for several days pockmarked. The little beggar picked up a piece of divine tent and wrapped it around his body. He sniffed and said to himself that it was a good thing he came back quickly, otherwise he would have gotten wet. .

He bent down and rubbed his hands, unaware of the impending danger.

Huang Yiren emerged from behind the mottled gold-painted Arhat statue, walked towards the little beggar silently, reached out from behind, and with lightning speed, broke the beggar's neck, found the letter, hid the letter close to his body, and climbed out the window. , walking in the rain.

By the time the people following the little beggar in Mo Mansion realized something was wrong, he had already left here.

He took refuge in an uninhabited house. The owner of the house did not know where he was going to make a living. There was a fire in the kitchen stove. He first grabbed a handful of cold ashes and put it on the wound. Then he changed out of his soaked clothes and threw a few pieces into the stove. A piece of bamboo strips was used to ignite the stove fire, and the clothes he had taken off were burned. He took out a steamed bun from the pot and read the letter in the light of the fire.

The head of the bun was rough and scratched his throat with a hardness that was difficult to chew. He was not picky, eating it in twos and then taking another one.

The calligraphy was that of King Wei, and it was ordinary, but the content surprised him.

Mo Qianlan wants to hand over the wealth of Shizhou to Jinlu in exchange for the Mo family being safe in Kuanzhou.

Is it true or false?

However, before he could think about it, the sound of chaotic footsteps came again outside. Someone yelled the word "thief" loudly, and someone yelled "dead man." The originally quiet street suddenly boiled with the sound of rain, and anyone would notice anything strange.

He hurriedly threw the letter into the stove and burned it, ate the remaining steamed buns, filled his stomach, drank a ladle of cold water, stood by the door, and took off his coir raincoat and bamboo hat from the wall.

He was alone and had no spare time to pity these people who did not have enough money. He would take the food, clothing, and raincoats if he wanted to use them. He would take the life of the little beggar if he needed it.

Stepping into the rain and walking out of this house, he ran toward the racecourse while being chased and intercepted.

Since Mo Qianlan asked Jin Lu for help, he had to pass on the news to Jin Lu. Footprints, horse hoof prints, and ruts would be left on the racecourse. By following them along the way, he would be able to know the truth and the false, and he could get rid of the chaos here.

The rain has made the situation in Kuanzhou even more confusing.

Whether Mo Qianlan failed to lure the snake out of the cave, or whether he deliberately let the tiger return to the mountain, outsiders have no idea, and it is difficult for people in the game to see clearly - it is like a hand is controlling the chess pieces at all costs, making them go where they should go. Place to go.

At this time, the Cheng family was divided into two and was even busier.

At Cheng Ting's house, Xu Huiran had fetal motility last night. The servants were in chaos and shaking like chaff. Only two old nuns were left who could still hold their own. One went to invite Granny Wen, and the other went to Cheng's house to invite someone. Sitting in charge, as soon as the eldest sister of the Cheng family entered the door, she saw the servants gathering in the front yard. She immediately raised her two eyebrows and suddenly raised her eyebrows at the servants: "If you don't want to work, get out!"

The servant was excited and kept silent. The eldest sister glared again: "Go to work!"

The servants were doing their homework, and the eldest sister walked straight into the second door and stepped into the back house. Before she even stepped up the steps, she smelled the smell of blood. Her heart suddenly sank. She walked into the main room and asked Xu Huiran’s mother-in-law. Grandma: "How's it going?"

The grandma was so frightened that her legs were weak and her face turned pale: "It was said...it was both an injury and a miscarriage...the time has not come yet, and it has not turned around yet..."

The color on the eldest sister's face quickly faded: "Who did you invite?" Mammy said quickly: "It turned out that the two Wen Pos I had seen... also prescribed prescriptions, and took one side of Jingmo, and another side of the ashes from the burning pen. …”

"Can a bad pen cure miscarriage?" The eldest sister intercepted her words and said, "Go and invite Yun Lianshan."

"But he is a man..."

"You don't care what he is! As long as he can save lives, it's not him who saved his wife's miscarriage?"

"But he saved Mrs. Bi, and later the Bi family divorced her."

"Whatever the Bi family is, they are being compared with our Cheng family! Hurry up and go!"

Mammy was in a state of confusion. When she yelled at her, she ran away. The eldest sister went to the back where the curtain was pulled up. Seeing that Xu Huiran was weak and had no strength to shed tears. When she saw the eldest sister, her eyes brightened slightly and she shed two tears. : "Third Master..."

The eldest sister felt sad: "He is fine. The Qiang people went to ask for Wu Jin. Wu Jin led people to find him on Shishi Street. He had two broken bones. He was afraid that he could not move here, so he sent him back to his mother's place."

When she took a closer look, she saw that Wen Po was covered in sweat. She reached in and held the baby's shoulders to prevent the umbilical cord from being tied.

"Hui Ran, don't be afraid. Yun Lianshan can handle births. Li Yitiao has praised it. Save your strength and use it later." She sat down, squeezed Xu Huiran's hand hard, turned to look at her maid, "Take the ginseng slices Come!"

Her hand seemed to be of great strength, capable of withstanding life and death. Xu Huiran grasped this hand and slowly calmed down.

However, after struggling for half a night and until the heavy rain fell, she still had not given birth.

The Cheng family's old house was also in a state of panic in this storm.

At night, Li Yitie had aligned the broken bones of Cheng Ting's hands and feet, applied ointment, tied them with elm bark, and treated the stab wounds. When daybreak, Cheng Ting did not feel better, but began to have a high fever.

"Second brother, you can't hide it anymore. Go and invite your mother." The eldest brother stood in the corridor and wiped his tears with his cold hands. "I'll write a letter to my father and ask him to come back immediately."

The second brother nodded and stepped into the rain. The servants rushed over to hold an umbrella for him, but saw that he had forgotten to wear wooden clogs and his cloth shoes were soaked in an instant.

He walked to the main courtyard and stood outside his mother's door. He was vague and didn't dare to tell the truth. He only said that there was a thief over there. The third brother and sister were frightened and had fetal gas. The third brother also broke his leg. The place is narrow, so I will move to the front hall to recuperate.

Mrs. Cheng was trying on clothes. When she heard that her beloved son was in trouble, she quickly dressed herself up and asked the maid to comb her hair. She scolded the second child through the door: "You have been acting like a monster outside all day long, and you don't know how to look after the third child! I told you not to do anything." Go there at five o'clock. Don't let people think that he is alone and easy to bully. Why don't you go? I'll go over there first and see Hui Ran. "

In the past, when the youngest brother in the Cheng family was wronged, he would always say a few words of insult, but today he stood outside the door with his head bowed, waiting for Mrs. Cheng to come out, with a trembling voice: "As for the younger brothers and sisters, the eldest sister has already gone, so mother only needs to take care of the third brother. "

Mrs. Cheng simply wiped her face and walked out of the room. She saw that he was not wearing a pair of clogs, his face was livid with cold, and his shoulders were wet. She scolded him to change clothes.

The second brother didn't go, just shivering, and accompanied his mother to the front yard.

Mrs. Cheng felt something was wrong and became anxious. She strode to the front yard and entered the solemn main hall. She threw away the eldest brother of the Cheng family who was trying to help her and stepped into the house.

Seeing Li Yitie standing in front of the brazier smoking white muslin, she calmed down a little, slowed down and looked at the cubicle: "San'er?"