After Mo Lingfeng turned seven, Zhao Shiheng did not allow her to stay overnight in the front yard, so she had to go back to her yard no matter how late it was.
The maid walked beside her holding a lantern, illuminating every stone slab under her feet. Her shadow swayed with the light, making her look very lonely.
Although she was young, her eyes saw clearly, and she knew that all the wind and rain in the world had fallen on Mo Qianlan.
She didn't dare to think about what the world would be like after Mo Qianlan died, so she refused to grow up or study, and wanted to keep Mo Qianlan in her own world forever.
Mo Qianlan is her father, mother, brother, playmate, and a part of her soul.
She kicked the orchids that had fallen beside her feet, and suddenly stopped and looked at the large field of orchids, which contained some sporadic white flowers. She stretched out her hand and pulled off one, crushed it into flower mud with her feet, and then pulled off another.
Crush it and repeat it until the clump of orchid grass is completely stripped, leaving no scenery at all.
As she picked along the way, her hands and feet were covered with flower juice, and she was very sleepy and refused to stop.
"Girl," an urgent cry came from behind, and it was Zhao Shiheng who chased after him, "Listen to the wind!"
Mo Lingfeng stopped and turned around. When Zhao Shiheng came closer, he whispered: "Uncle."
Zhao Shiheng came closer and saw that her hands were dirty, so he took out his handkerchief and knelt down to wipe her hands, then touched her little face and said very gently: "Don't be afraid, your brother will not die from epilepsy."
, it’s just that it’s scary when the attack occurs, and I don’t know when it will happen, but it’s actually nothing serious...”
Mo Lingfeng listened quietly, with dark eyes, as if he could see through Zhao Shiheng's fatherly heart - his daughter died in infancy, and he loved Mo Lingfeng as much as he loved his own daughter.
Zhao Shiheng lowered his eyes and put away the handkerchief: "Uncle will not lie to you. Li Yitie is a miracle doctor. It turns out that he is a sage in Kyoto. He is more famous than the imperial doctor... Uncle also wants to tell you that your brother and I are better than each other."
You are much older, and even if there is no disaster or illness, you will die much earlier than you..."
Mo Lingfeng lowered his head: "Uncle, I know."
Zhao Shiheng touched her head and sighed: "Can uncle give you some enlightenment reading?"
Mo Lingfeng was silent for a long time and then said: "I want Wu Jin to come and read with me."
Without waiting for Zhao Shiheng to agree, she waved her little hand: "Uncle, see you tomorrow."
After saying that, she twisted her body and strode towards the "Changsui Residence", crushing two green caterpillars along the way.
Seeing that she was frustrated and angry, Zhao Shiheng couldn't help but sigh again and went back to the front yard.
The next day, the results of the Spring War were reported in Kyoto, causing a stir in the whole of Kuanzhou.
No one from the Prefecture School was on the list, but one person from Tunan Academy got the second-class Jinshi. The atmosphere in the Prefecture School was gloomy, and even the lecturers were absent-minded.
After Wu Jin attended class for a day, she ran home. First she held Wu's father to relieve herself, and then she carried him around the patio twice. After carrying Wu's father back to the house, she took the book and was about to recite it.
There were visitors.
The person coming is Yin Bei.
Yin Bei always had a smile on his face. Even though Wu Mu asked him to sit down again and again, he just stood there and did not give her a chance to boil water for tea.
Wu Jin started by asking: "Did you come here on horseback?"
Yin Bei nodded: "Don't worry, I'll find someone to look after the horse this time."
"Horses are a trivial matter," he turned to Wu Jin and explained the purpose of his visit, "my uncle is going to set up a school at home, and I would like to ask you to be a servant of the school, and you will be fed by the house. I will give you two taels a month, and another
If you have one tael of money for lamp oil, pens, ink, paper and inkstones, you can use them as you wish."
Wu's mother stood aside, frowning, and without waiting for Wu Jin to speak, she refused politely: "Thank you master for your kindness, but he will take the exam this autumn, and being a servant will delay his studies, so he won't go.
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Although the family is in trouble, there is no need to sell off the son's future.
Yin Bei laughed again: "I don't really want to be a servant, it's just an excuse. I also study in the classroom and take part in the exams with the students from the state school."
He looked at Wu Jin and said, "Brother, three taels of silver is a lot. Besides, what a scholar spends the most on is pens, ink, paper and inkstones. If you agree, not only will your family be rich, but you will also be able to save a lot of money."
The difficulty of the Wu family is that they are poor and have to work hard to provide for a scholar. When Wu's father was healthy, Wu Jin also had to sell cakes. Now that Wu's father is ill in bed, Wu Jin has never bought paper and pen.
Even when the lecturer asked them to buy the "Zhao De Tang Manuscript", he didn't buy it. He only borrowed his classmates' books to memorize them every day during class.
Wu Jin stood upright, like an invulnerable iron birch tree.
He pondered for a long time and then asked: "May I ask Brother Yin, who is the teacher?"
"Brother Jin!" Mother Wu heard this and shouted sternly, "Go inside!"
She would never let Wu Jin serve others - at best, he was a servant, at worst, he was a slave.
She raised her hand and pushed Wu Jin into the house, but Wu Jin held Wu's mother down: "Auntie, don't worry, wait until I ask clearly."
Yin Bei ignored Wu's mother's anger: "The teacher's surname is Zhao, and he was a Jinshi."
He took a step forward and whispered in Wu Jin's ear: "Mr. Zhao's left foot is slightly lame."
Wu Jin was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly remembered one person—Zhao Ji, the number one scholar in the sixth year of Yuan Zhang. Not only was he a Jinshi, he was also at the top of the list!
In the eleventh year of Yuan Zhang, Zhao Ji had a fight with the Prince of Jiyang in Taihe Tower. The Prince of Jiyang pushed him down from the Tower, causing him to break his left leg.
Rumor has it that the doctor who was hired to set the bones was entrusted by the Prince of Jiyang and did not set him in the correct position. It was only after his legs healed that he discovered that he was lame. He resigned with regret and did not know where to go.
The man of Sanding is his teacher - thinking of this, his heart beat wildly in his chest, and the blood all over his body surged up.
But then, he instinctively wanted to avoid Mo Qianlan.
The Mo family was clearly at the end of its tether, but under Mo Qianlan's hands, it had become a living sand that could swallow up anyone who didn't know its depth at any time.
In an instant, Wu Jin had many thoughts in his mind, and hesitating was even more difficult than answering it in front of Mo Qianlan that day.
Wu's mother did not hear what Yin Bei said in Fu'er's ear. She saw Wu Jin's face was shocked and hesitant, and remained silent for a long time. She was even more unsure about what Yin Bei said in Wu Jin's ear.
After a while, Wu Jin slowly exhaled a breath: "Thank you very much, Mo Jiedushi, for your kindness. I will still study at Zhouxue."
Wu Mu breathed a sigh of relief.
Yin Bei was disappointed, but he still maintained a smile and said goodbye to Wu Jin.
Wu Yi stood outside the door for an unknown length of time. When he saw Yin Bei going out, he quickly stepped aside to let him go. When he was gone, he hurried in, with a look on his face that he wanted to say but stopped.
After finally staying up until dark, he immediately got into bed and quietly asked his brother, who was still working hard under the lamp: "Brother, it would be great to be a Zhai servant. With three taels of silver, I must be able to take care of the food and eat every meal."
Meat, why don't you go? If it were me, I would go."
"Sleep with you." Wu Jin turned the pages of the book and did not answer him. He felt a little bitter, tired and confused. After carefully writing the diary, he also turned on the lamp and fell asleep.
After one night, Wu Jin got up early, stood in front of the bed and thought about Yin Bei's words, then buried it deeply in his heart and went out to wash up.
After eating a bowl of porridge, he went out into the morning fog. Instead of going to the state school, he went to the engraving office to pick up waste paper to do his homework. He didn't feel tired because he had never been relaxed.