Yu Jun

Chapter 35
Whether the Buddha favored Mo Lingfeng is still unknown, but it is true that Mo Qianlan was not favored.

Mo Qianlan returned to the mansion, raised his foot and walked towards Changsuiju, stepped into the hanging flower door with one foot, suddenly let out a "grunt" from his throat, as if fascinated by phlegm, and then fell to the ground, wiping his head and face On the bluestone slab, his whole body twitched, he couldn't help gritting his teeth, and a stream of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

He stared blankly at Zhao Shiheng and lost consciousness.

Knowing that he had an epileptic seizure, Zhao Shiheng was so frightened that he rushed to drag him, and in a hurry, he tripped.

The servants from all around rushed up one after another, Zhao Shiheng didn't care about his dizziness, he rolled and knelt down beside Mo Qianlan, pinched him hard, but his eyes fell on the foot of a servant who gathered.

This man has mud spots on his shoes.

Mo Qianlan loves cleanliness, so wherever he goes, he must be spotless. The servants are also clean-faced and their clothes are tidy. Even if their shoes are accidentally stained with mud, they dare not come in front of Mo Qianlan.

He seemed to be casual, glanced at this person, went to rescue Mo Qianlan again, and asked someone to call Li Yitie.

When Mo Qianlan woke up, he was already lying in the middle hall, with a burning pain on the tip of his tongue. When he got sick, Zhao Shiheng pinched others.

His whole body was limp, and it was difficult to move his fingers. He opened his eyes and looked at Li Yitie who rushed over: "Ah..."

"I'm very busy," Li Yitie interrupted him, "epileptic patients need to rest, if you don't take care of yourself, even if the gods come, it will be in vain. A puddle could drown you."

Mo Qianlan smiled wryly, but still asked, "Where's Ah Yao?"

"It's getting better," Li Yitie replied vaguely, "You still take care of yourself, don't look back, I took the girl's consultation fee, and I have to give it to you as a funeral ceremony."

After finishing speaking, he put away the medicinal incense, hurried away, and went back to Changsui residence to guard Mo Lingfeng.

When Li Yitie was completely out of the middle hall, Zhao Shiheng said: "The mouse came in."

Mo Qianlan sat up abruptly, his head was so painful that it was hammered hard, he gritted his teeth and endured the pain, he sneered: "Fu Bao didn't know that his death was coming, and even spied on my house .”

The huge Mo Mansion is as airtight as an iron bucket. As long as you have the heart and money, you can get into the mouse.

Zhao Shiheng rubbed his wrist: "I'll keep an eye on it. Since there are mice inside, there must be omissions outside. Once the matter is over, let the cat catch the mouse."

"Ah," Mo Qianlan lifted the quilt, "I have to keep an eye on him, in case he still has a second hand?"

Zhao Shiheng pushed him back with one hand: "Let Wu Jin go."

"Wu Jin?" Mo Qianlan was anxious, and stood up again, "What does he know? He is still a half-grown child, and he is too upright. He doesn't know any flexibility. The knife is on Ah Shao's neck. He is like What's the use of sitting there like a log?"

He spoke so fast and urgently that he exhausted Mo Qianlan's breath. Without Zhao Shiheng pressing him, he fell down with a "bang", gasping for breath, his temples frantic. Jump and get a deadly headache.

Zhao Shiheng shot slowly and unhurriedly, and tucked him in the quilt: "It is because he is too upright that he is reliable. When the knife is put on Lefeng's neck, he will die for Lefeng. Can lie, be honest, and be smart enough, he must play a book, he has already figured out the game between us and His Majesty."

He stood up: "With him sitting in Changsuiju, no ghosts and ghosts can escape his eyes."

Mo Qianlan didn't move.

Only Zhao Shiheng and Yin's Shuangsha could trust him enough to hand over Ah Yao. After learning that the supreme person wanted to kill Mo Lingfeng, the huge and disciplined servants of Mo Mansion were not enough. Reassure him.

Even Li Yitie, who treated Mo Lingfeng, had carefully read every prescription.

There can be no mistakes or omissions - Mo Lingfeng is already standing on the edge of the cliff, if one is not serious, he will fall into hell, and there is no possibility of survival.

Now, at this moment, only Wu Jin——can accept the task when the army is defeated, and is ordered to be in danger.

Can he do it well?
Mo Qianlan stretched out his hand and tightly grasped Zhao Shiheng's palm. His hand was cold and sticky, trembling slightly: "Okay, let him go to Changsuiju, and tell him that he and Ah Yao have one life."

On the fifth watch day, Zhao Shiheng entered Jiusixuan, and first took a look at Cheng Ting in the east chamber—Cheng Ting was sleeping soundly, Jiu Lianhuan was thrown under the bed, and a circle had not been untied, and the big yellow dog lying on the ground was loveless , the chain around the neck is thicker than the wrist.

After looking at it, he walked towards the West Wing. Wu Jin had already got up and was opening the window.

Zhao Shiheng didn't disturb Wu Jin, but stood under the shadow of the tree and looked carefully, and saw that under the lights, Wu Jin was neatly dressed, the clothes were not wrinkled, and his expression was calm, as if what he opened was not the window of Mo's residence, but his own house window.

The candlestick was placed aside, facing the water drops, mist, and morning wind, he stood upright and began to read. The sound of reading was not loud, but the words were clear and the voice was clear and clear, slowly echoing in Jiusi Xuan.

His temperament, his poverty, the teaching he received, and the sage books he read made him like flowing water, rounding wherever he wanted, and being at ease everywhere.

Zhao Shiheng's eyes are very poisonous, and when looking at people, he can see into the bones of people, but the more he examines Wu Jin, the more he feels that such a person is rare and clean.

This kind of person is still young and growing up, with a thin body, long and straight legs, and sharp lines in his face. In a few years, he will grow a large skeleton that can stand upright.

Zhao Shiheng stood where he was, suddenly not knowing what kind of face to show others.

After a while, he put away all his pity, walked forward indifferently and slowly again.

"Wu Jin."

Wu Jin watched Zhao Shiheng come out of the shadows like a ghost, her heart pounded twice in her chest, then she calmed down, put down the book in her hand, and bowed her hands: "Sir."

Zhao Shiheng didn't talk nonsense: "Have you ever had a rash?"

Wu Jin was taken aback for a moment: "No."

At the same time, his heart sank.

Mo Lingfeng has a rash?
Zhao Shiheng didn't give him any time to react: "Miss Mo is having a rash, Jiedushi is sick, I want to take care of the outside, you go to Miss Mo's place to watch."

But Wu Jin has already figured out all kinds of tricks, so she answered quickly: "What are you staring at?"

Zhao Shiheng raised his eyelids—smart, that's how you talk to smart people, it's effortless, just a few words, and each other can understand the unfinished meaning.

"Prescriptions, decoctions, close people and things."

"The student is a foreigner."

"Don't treat her as a boudoir girl, she will sit in the Mo family and follow me."

Wu Jin didn't hesitate—and didn't allow him to hesitate. He followed Zhao Shiheng, who was walking fast, and suddenly remembered a passage in "Fengfu": "The husband's wind is born on the ground, starting from the end of the green apple, and invading the valley." , furious at the mouth of the soil bag, near Taishan Mountain, dancing under the pines and cypresses, erratic and torrential, arousing the hurricane's anger."

(End of this chapter)