Tan Dingfang finally put down the book in his hand, got up and walked to the long table in the side room, grind the ink, picked up a pen, which hung on the snow-white and delicate paper, and did not fall for a while.

When Mrs. Dong walked into the door and saw the master standing next to the long desk, she couldn't help but pursed her lips slightly. The table was covered with the imperially-given document, which was made during the reign of the Emperor Shengde. The master would only use it when he was writing calligraphy and painting on weekdays. However, every time the master painted, he would think about it in advance and put it into practice in one go. This was the first time she had seen him in such a hesitant situation.

Tan Dingfang finally put down the pen in his hand, and then Mrs. Dong stepped forward and said, "Master, what are you thinking just now?"

Tan Dingfang raised his head and smiled at his wife, with considerate and concern in his smile: "Why haven't you rested yet? I'm not asking someone to tell me that I'll rest in the study these two days, so I don't have to bother with my wife to serve."

"I'm still worried about the master," said Mrs. Dong. "If the master doesn't say anything about Geng'er's affairs in Anjiyuan, he must be very concerned. When he entered the door, he saw the master standing there and he didn't finish his writing for a long time."

Tan Dingfang sat on the chair with Mrs. Dong, and the servant served tea. Tan Dingfang took a sip and said, "I just suddenly wanted to write something on a whim. When I picked up the pen, my thoughts in my mind became blurred."

Mrs. Dong looked at the foolishness that flashed through Tan Dingfang's eyes. She was not from a famous family. Although she had known words from Xixi, she knew nothing about calligraphy and painting. Sometimes she really couldn't understand the meaning in the master's eyes.

Mrs. Dong said: "Since it is blurry, then don't draw it. Maybe you will be interested again. Isn't it that these things cannot be forced?"

Tan Dingfang nodded: "Although that's the case, you still have to think about it carefully? Maybe when can you clear the clouds and mist and see the true face, there is always a thought lingering in your heart? It's really not safe if you don't understand it."

Mrs. Dong frowned: "If you don't know the cause and effect, you should think that it is a major problem that needs to be solved by the master? In fact, it's just a painting."

Mrs. Dong said as she stood up: "The master is going back to the main house to rest. The study is too cold? This weather is not good for the master's waist and the old injuries on his legs."

Mrs. Dong always speaks neatly and stingyly, but fortunately, Tan Dingfang doesn't dislike it? Seeing Mrs. Dong instruct her servants to move the warm cage away? She went to sort out the paper on the table, and then she found that the master had already written a stroke on the paper.

"Don't throw away the paper," said Tan Dingfang? "I will continue to write when I have thought about it."

Mrs. Dong had to press the paper with a ruler? Then she took the cloak from the servant's hand and put it on Tan Dingfang. Tan Dingfang had to follow Mrs. Dong back to the main house.

"If the master is worried about Brother Geng, I will call Brother Geng to ask," Mrs. Dong said with great pleasure, "No matter what, Brother Geng will not kill anyone? What's more, he is from Anjiyuan. Most of our Tan family's property has been subsidized in Anjiyuan over the years? Even if the Tan family cannot get the credit, they cannot bear the blame? Master, do you think so?"

Mrs. Dong suddenly turned around and turned around, not wanting Tan Dingfang to be a little lost? Didn’t stop immediately? Mrs. Dong hit Tan Dingfang hard.

"Madam." Tan Dingfang immediately reached out to help.

Mrs. Dong hit her nose? She couldn't help but exclaim.

"Is Madam a serious injury?" Tan Dingfang bent over to look.

Mrs. Dong shook her hand and said, "What are you thinking about? Why are you always absent-minded?"

Tan Dingfang sighed long and said, "It's all about the court, so I can't help but feel a little upset."

Mrs. Dong said: "It's okay at home, don't make any mistakes outside."

Tan Dingfang nodded.

The couple walked into the main house. Mrs. Dong ordered her servants to fetch water to serve Tan Dingfang to wash. The two were about to stop, but the manager who was sent out from Tan Dingfang came to report: "Master, let's go to find the third master, and only then did we know that the third master had left the city early in the morning and was not in the capital."

Mrs. Dong was a little surprised: "Brother Geng has left the city? Haven't come back yet?"

The manager said: "No."

Mrs. Dong murmured, "Brother Geng didn't say what to do? Brother Geng was alone in the capital, and his uncle and sister-in-law were not around. This child usually tells us what happened this time?"

Mrs. Dong said as she looked at Tan Dingfang, but saw Tan Dingfang's expression as if something big happened. Mrs. Dong was startled, but she had no thought in her heart, so she could only scream: "Master, don't scare me, this..."

Tan Ding's side calmed down slightly: "It's late, I'll ask you to find Brother Geng tomorrow, I hope nothing is wrong."

Mrs. Dong knew that the master had something hidden in her mind, but she didn't ask too much. She was stupid and she didn't understand what the master said.

Mrs. Dong said: "Master, Brother Geng really did something wrong, right?"

"Brother Geng doesn't," Tan Dingfang said for a while, "I'm just afraid he will be implicated by me."

...

As soon as dawn, Gu Mingzhu got up to wash, had lunch, and was about to go out to the gate of Yizhuang to wait for Mo Yangming earlier.

Yesterday she didn't tell Master Mo that she would go to do rituals for Zhengu, and said in advance that the master might not agree. After all, there were many corpses parked in the charity village, which was not suitable for her to enter and exit.

She took a car to Yizhuang directly, and the master couldn't drive her out.

Mrs. Lin just thought Zhuzhu was going to Shangqing to see Mo Zhenren, but she did not stop her. Since Zhuzhu became a disciple, she was full of energy and often clamored to go out to talk to Mo Zhenren. In the past, she slept in the mansion for half a day and was much less likely.

This is naturally better than before, and Zhuzhu can recognize some words because of this. This progress is faster than Mrs. Lin thought. It can be seen that Mo Zhenren taught him well, and the decision to become a disciple was done right.

After dinner, Gu Mingzhu took Baotong into the car. Halfway through the car, Gu Mingzhu ordered to change the route to the charity village, which really surprised the mother who was in charge of the car and refused to agree.

The girl raised her head and said, "Let's wait for the master at the door."

After hearing this, the manager's mother agreed to park the carriage a little far from the chariot. Who knew that as soon as the carriage stopped, the eldest lady immediately changed the rules and jumped out of the carriage and ran to the chariot.

Miss Gu stepped into the gate of the charity village. The mother of the Gu family manager changed her expression and found that she had made a big mistake, but the tragedy was gone. The lady was already standing beside Mo Zhenren in a pretty way.

The Gu family manager's mother complained secretly, not knowing how to explain to the Marquis and his wife when she went back.

"It's so naughty," Mo Zhenren couldn't help looking at Gu Mingzhu, "I didn't say yes to your family?"

Gu Mingzhu had a little begging on her face: "I can't worry about Mrs. Zhen."

"It's also your fate. Since you're here, let's go in together," Mo Yangming said and looked at Gu Mingzhu, "Are you afraid?"

Gu Mingzhu shook her head.

Mo Yangming thought it was the same. Zhuzhu had no sign of fear on his face. This child was different from ordinary women.

Zhengu lived in Anjiyuan before, and she had no relatives around her, so no one came to help her with her funeral.

Mo Yangming and Gu Mingzhu walked into the room where Zhen Gu's body was parked.

He placed the incense and magical instruments he brought on the table, and Mo Yangming was about to recite the scriptures. He raised his eyes but found that the beads lifted the linen cloth covering Zhengu's face.

"Zhuzhu, don't disturb the peace of the deceased."

Seeing this, Mo Yangming walked over quickly, fearing that Zhuzhu would do something inappropriate, but when her eyes fell on Zhengu's face, she couldn't help but be stunned, and the Sanqingling in her hand also fell to the ground.
Chapter completed!