Yu Jun

Chapter 37 Homecoming
Mo Lingfeng slept intermittently.

She thought that she had been asleep for a long time, and the sea was dry and the rocks were rotten. In fact, it took only a long section of beans to burn the incense.

Every time she opened her eyes, she could see Wu Jin sitting on the embroidered pier with her back straight, her eyes would never fall five steps away.

And as long as she makes any movement, Wu Jin will definitely follow suit, scoop out a little scallion water from the small stove outside the screen, taste it first, wait for a while, and then use a small spoon to feed it to her little by little.

He knew that blood could not be seen in killing people, so even if the clay pot didn't move at all, he still had to taste it first.

For a while, there was only silence inside and outside the house, only the unavoidable sound of collisions from porcelain and other objects, and occasionally someone whispered a few words, but they were all separated by double doors, far away, Wu Jin was sitting in the boudoir, letting the wind blow The rain hits and doesn't move a bit.

At noon, an unexpected visitor came to Changsuiju.

Qi Chang was trembling, trembling, shoulders hunched, wearing a gray and short brown on his body, he looked more and more gray, like a bug, wriggling to the outside of the elder.

The courtyard door was locked, and he raised his hand to knock on the door lightly. The sound of "empty and empty" spread far away in the silence. He was startled, and withdrew his hand. After waiting for a while, there was no movement. When he raised his hand to knock on the door again, The door opened suddenly.

The one who opened the door was a big servant girl with a serious face, who glanced at him coldly: "What's the matter?"

Qi Chang muttered, "Master Cheng San invited me to look for Mr. Wu Lang, and I have something to say."

The eldest servant girl frowned slightly: "Wait, I'll report to Young Master Wu."

Seeing the big maid walking hurriedly, Qi Chang didn't know what Wu Jin was doing in Miss Mo's yard, and even the maid respected him so much, he was suddenly curious, and took a look inside.

The situation inside startled him again, and he felt uneasy, not knowing what kind of illness Mo Lingfeng was suffering from, waiting in a dilemma, he swallowed with difficulty.

Soon, someone came forward and took him in, leading him all the way to the porch, and talking to Wu Jin inside through a door.

"Wu, Young Master Wu..." Qi Chang's voice came in through the crack of the door under the eyes of everyone.

Wu Jin leaned against the door and asked softly, "What's wrong?"

Across a door, his voice was so small that Qi Chang had to struggle to understand: "It's Mr. Cheng, I heard that you came to help, and sent me to ask if he should come too."

Cheng Ting was not a fool, he put Mo Qianlan under house arrest in Jiusixuan, and gradually realized that something was wrong, and wanted to discuss it with Wu Jin early this morning, only to find that Wu Jin was no longer there.

He was afraid that something would happen to Wu Jin, so he asked Qi Chang to come and see.

"No," Wu Jin reminded Cheng Ting's restless temper, "Tell him not to leave Jiu Si Xuan."

Qi Chang didn't hear clearly, so he pushed the door carefully, the door was not latched, and there was a crack open, he looked in through the crack curiously: "What?"

With just one glance, he suddenly saw Wu Jin scrutinizing him sharply. He stepped back in a panic, lost his sense of control, and closed the door with a "bang". Voices.

The nanny standing on the porch glared at him, grabbed him by the nape of his neck, and dragged him out of the courtyard gate.

Qi Chang landed on all fours, rolled and crawled for a long distance, and when he stood up, a chill came down his spine.

The moment he pushed open the door just now, Wu Jin still had that gentle face, as always, but her eyes suddenly turned cold, as if she wanted to meet him with swords.

He raised his limp feet, complaining to Cheng Ting in his heart, and was about to go back to Jiusixuan, but someone blocked his way.

Two expressionless men held him up, ignored his struggles, cries, and begging for mercy, and took him to a place where no one knew, and handed him over to Zhao Shiheng for interrogation.

Mo Lingfeng's rash broke out that night.

First it was on the chest and back, then it spread rapidly to the palms and soles of the feet, and finally a rash was seen on the tip of the nose.

After the rash broke out, the whole Mo Mansion also let out a long breath. Next, just wait for the rash to subside.

That night, Wu Jin wrote a diary in her heart.

The next day, Mo Qianlan and Mo Lingfeng regained their spirits together, Cheng Ting was able to escape from the cage and flew home, the big yellow dog almost sent him off happily.

If he doesn't leave, the big yellow dog will leave.

But Wu Jin could only go back to Jiusixuan first - Li Yitie wanted to feel his pulse and confirm that he would not develop a rash before letting him go home.

The clothes, shoes and socks he wore were all taken away and burned, and the Mo Mansion bought him two new clothes from inside to outside, from top to bottom.

Another day later, after dinner, Li Yitie checked Wu Jin's pulse, and he could finally go home.

The unitary card was the time when the chickens were returning to their nests, and the sky was dark. Wu Jin packed her bags and bumped into the cool evening wind.

This season is the most comfortable in the garden, the wind is good, the flowers and trees are in full bloom, especially the fragrance of gardenia, under the blue sky, it is strong and fragrant, straight to the heart, so overbearing that it makes people lose their minds.

He hadn't seen the sun for six days, but his face remained the same, and the skylight shone on him. He walked by the lake, and his clothes were covered with the fragrance of gardenias.

The package was heavy, and there was a big silver ingot weighing twelve taels in it——Mo Qianlan went crazy with joy, and became a boy who spread wealth once. When the nanny gave him the silver, she said that Mo Qianlan had specially instructed that this was not a reward for silver. , is a thank you gift.

Ten taels of silver are Wu's father's two legs and his life, which will allow the family of four to live for half a year.

However, what weighed heavily on his heart more than the ten taels of silver was the pen case in the bundle.

Inside the box is a Xuancheng Zhuge pen.

The old rabbit on the rock eats bamboo and drinks springs to produce purple hairs. The person who makes the brush chooses one hair among thousands of hairs, and works carefully to get a precious broom, which is hard to find for a thousand dollars.

And the word "Wu Jin" was impressively engraved on the barrel of the bamboo brush.

This sum cannot be measured by gold and silver, so it is heavier than the ten taels of silver.

What's more important is Mo Lingfeng's intentions.

Mo Lingfeng knew that he didn't have a good pen, so he specially asked Mo Qianlan to write to Xuancheng to ask for a Zihao. It wasn't until this day that the pen came all the way and got into his hands.

This kind of intention was enough to cleanse his body of pain and toil, and make him feel at ease. He walked out with the fragrance of gardenia all over his body, and he walked all the way back to Shishi Street.

Ten Stone Street is still so narrow and cramped, with only a low wall between the doors. The street is always greasy and dirty, with hot water shops, foot shops, butcher shops, and bowl shops interspersed among them.

It was just before and after dinner, the crowded house was full of crowded people, the smell of barren food wafted into the street, two barefoot children were wrestling to the ground for a penny, tearing each other’s clothes, crying for their mothers, their respective mothers Did not come out, only cursed in the room.

A man was carrying a jar of wine, humming a ditty to go home, greeting people loudly along the way, and the sound of teasing and laughing at each other filled the whole street.

The scent of gardenia on Wu Jin's body instantly became insignificant, and a clump of brocade seedlings bloomed in the corner of the wall. The flowers were pink and tender, but the smell was pungent, attracting a large group of wild bees and mosquitoes.

This is a poor, dirty, and smelly place, and it is also his familiar and accustomed home.

(End of this chapter)