Wu Jin suddenly felt a heavy weight on his shoulders in this solemn atmosphere. He followed Yin Bei all the way forward, passed Jiusixuan, entered the second hall from the side road, and went to pay homage to Mo Qianlan first.
The sky was already so dark, but it was even gloomier in the second hall. The cold wind howled in the corridor and rolled inward along the temporarily opened door. Yin Bei turned around and closed the door, and the wind stopped outside.
There was silence in the room. The incense burner exhaled green smoke, and the charcoal fire also ignited a hot flame. The dripping water fell, and the ticking sound continued, falling heavily on the copper basin. The water vapor was wrapped around the warm air gathering in the room, rippling.
Get out of the hellish depression.
The candle flame remained motionless under the lampshade, but melted section by section.
Li Yitie sat on the embroidered pillar in front of the bed, closing his eyes to rest. When he heard the movement, he opened his eyelids and took a look, then closed them again.
Stealing people from the Lord of Hell is not an easy task.
Wu Jin looked at the unconscious Mo Qianlan, folded his hands and said in a low voice: "Student Wu Jin, please pay your respects to Ambassador Mo Jiedu."
Mo Qianlan lay down without even moving his eyelids.
Wu Jin straightened up and felt that Mo Qianlan was also beyond recognition.
He met Mo Qianlan several times. Mo Qianlan always looked noble, clean and tidy, and never looked embarrassed. His eyes, like Mo Lingfeng's, often showed a cold light, as if there were eighteen mud plows under his feet.
, the soul is making "Jie Jie" laughter in the body.
Now the jade is broken, and the soul is hidden somewhere. Only this body is left, lying on the bed, covered with long needles, unkempt, almost integrated with the old house.
Fortunately, he is still alive.
The door opened again, and the servant brought in a bowl of thick black concoction. He brought it to the bed and placed the concoction on the side table. Then he knelt on the footrest and pinched Mo Qianlan's mouth open with one hand.
He scooped out a spoonful of medicine with one hand, pressed Mo Qianlan's tongue, and pushed it into his throat.
Mo Qianlan couldn't swallow, but her body still reacted, and her throat bulged, causing the medicine to be spit out instead of being fed in.
As if he had expected it, the servant immediately took back the spoon, withdrew his hand, and put the spoonful of medicine into Mo Qianlan's mouth. Only a small amount of medicine dripped out from the corner of his mouth.
The medicine was fed in spoonful after spoonful, and Yin Bei wiped his eyes vigorously - it was too painful.
Living like this is such a torture.
"Master Wu," he whispered, "let's go to the front first?"
Wu Jin nodded, bent down and handed over his hands again, saying goodbye and going out. Li Yitie, who was sitting, opened his eyes after he went out, took the pulse on Mo Qianlan's hand, and said sarcastically: "After all the mechanisms are exhausted, what's the use? Let's see.
, now only a stupid boy like Wu Jin is left who still treats you as a human being."
Mo Qianlan still had no reaction.
Yin Bei led Wu Jin straight into the main hall.
The furnishings in the main hall are very different from those in the back hall. It is solemn and solemn. There is a screen in the middle against the wall. There is a long black lacquered case in front with strange stones on the case. There are two armchairs on the left and right sides of the case.
There are armchairs and small tables facing each other on both sides of the lower head. There is a flower table in the corner with a vase on it. The withered chrysanthemums placed inside have not been replaced yet.
Everything here is square and square, the tables, chairs, and benches are all dull in color, and even the chairs have no pattern, only a gray-brown color.
Mixed with the ancient atmosphere of Mo Mansion, the officialdom suddenly turned into a cemetery. People who came in and out, even if they were not wearing sackcloth or mourning, seemed to be crawling in the darkness.
In this darkness, Yin Bei told Wu Jin that the printing room was on the right, the clerk's room was on the left, and the rooms on both sides were the value rooms.
After he finished speaking, he scratched his head and didn't know what to do next.
From the Mo family's business, to the official affairs of the Jiedushi government, to the prying eyes of outsiders, Yin Bei's mind became a mess, and he couldn't even sort out a single thread.
Wu Jin stood there, waiting for him to continue talking about the situation in Mo Mansion. Before he could speak, he heard the sound of two people arguing from the room on duty, as if they had different opinions on this morning's meal.
He asked Yin Bei in a low voice: "Have you not yet written a memorial to Your Majesty because of Jiedushi's soul-departing syndrome?"
Yin Bei was stunned for a moment: "I don't know."
Wu Jin was also stunned. At the same time, he silently organized the Mo Mansion into countless lines in his mind, and carefully divided the priorities, internal and external intimacy.
He didn't know how Zhao Shiheng handled such a huge matter, let alone how many things were waiting for him in Mo Mansion. He was far less sophisticated and smart than Zhao Shiheng, so he could only do the same thing.
"Besides Jiedu Envoy, who else in the duty room can submit a memorial?"
"Whose official are you talking about?" Yin Bei answered questions and answers this time, and told him about the situation during the check-in.
Under the Jiedushi envoy, there were one judge, one person in charge, one official, one official, one official in the court, one person each for important status, one person for marriage, and countless accompanying troops and deputy envoys.
The Jiedushi envoy was originally a fictitious position. He did not care about soldiers, horses, food, or taxes. He only used seals. Therefore, his subordinates were divided into two groups, one group was trash, and the other group was pure trash.
The loser faction knows how to read official documents and use seals, and the pure waste faction knows how to eat. The two factions waste time together in Mo Mansion. Their minds are backward, and they will not be anyone's opponent if they are released.
Wu Jin couldn't laugh or cry after hearing this, and asked Yin Bei to tell the losers that today they would draft a memorial to Mo Jieduzhong who was unconscious and send it from the courier to Kyoto. No matter what His Majesty's decree was, they could not hide it.
Yin Bei got the order and went immediately.
After a while, the guard was shocked to realize that he had almost committed the crime of deceiving the emperor. Under the heavy pressure, he did not dare to practice Tai Chi, so they all gathered together to write a memorial.
There are very few official affairs outside the house, just this one. After it is dealt with, the rest are all the family affairs of the Mo family.
The family affairs in Mo Mansion were complicated and he couldn't deal with them standing here. Yin Bei wanted him to go to the flower hall used by Zhao Shiheng, so he waved his hand and went to Jiusixuan.
The disciples sent all the greeting invitations, most of which were for the disciples and could be ignored. As for the prefects, magistrates and others, Wu Jin thought over and over again and asked Yin Bei to send people to visit each house in person and answer questions.
The Liu family can also ignore it, but they must keep an eye on it.
Yin Bei hurried in and out in a clear and orderly manner, and the mess in his mind was untangled. Finally, according to what Wu Jin said, he went to reprimand and rectify the servants in the mansion.
He forgot the word "reprimand" in the back of his mind, and at the same time he forgot the word "king's law" in the back of his mind. He still followed the iron-blooded path that Mo Qianlan had followed when he was there, and hung up the restless servant and whipped him.
Hundreds of whips were whipped, the flesh and blood were blurred, and only the air came out, not in.
The Mo Mansion once again regained the lifelessness it had when Mo Qianlan was there, and the servants turned into clay and wood sculptures, performing their duties and not daring to be careless.
Then Yin Bei followed the instructions again and selected two stable and reliable women from among the aunts to take care of Mo Qianlan in the second hall.
The two aunts are big-shouldered and round-waisted, stable and heavy, and together they can eat half a sheep. However, they come from poor families and are exceptionally hard-working. They serve Mo Qianlan personally and are much more dedicated than the servants.
Wu Jin arranged these things and began to write a letter to Mo Lingfeng - he couldn't hide it, but he had to write it to reassure her.