Wu Jin wiped the drink from his face and bowed deeply to Cheng Taishan: "Student, thank you, Magistrate Cheng, for protecting me. I'm ashamed of myself, but I did it deliberately."
Cheng Taishan had spit out countless duck bones in front of him. He moved his numb tongue and said, "Although you have deliberate intentions, you have given me a great gift. Old bastard, don't you dare to show your teeth to me again in the future?"
try."
He looked at the table of dishes in front of him and didn't intend to give up halfway, so he waved Wu Jin away with a big wave of his hand: "Go ahead."
"yes."
Wu Jin exited the pavilion and went to Mo Mansion. He washed up at Yeshan Residence, changed out of his stained clothes, sat on the couch, and asked Yin Bei to give him medicine.
The autumn wind outside was like the deep water of a cold pond, and the blazing charcoal fire in the house blocked this layer of coldness. Wu Jin only wore clean inner clothes and middle clothes. The upper clothes were removed to the waist, and the upper body was naked, with his chest and back pushed in the carriage.
There were large red marks and clear marks on the slap marks on his face.
Yin Bei took ointment and applied it on a large area, thinking that the red marks would disperse tonight.
Only the circle of marks on the neck has turned from red and swollen to purple. After one night, not only will it not dissipate, but the congestion will sink, making the color even more horrifying.
"Master Wu, who did this?" Yin Bei asked murderously.
Wu Jin waved his hand, only then did he realize that his throat hurt: "I've already taken care of it, don't interfere."
Yin Bei was sharpening his knives in his mind and thinking about where to bury the person. When he heard what Wu Jin said, he had to stop and prepare the medicine carefully.
Wu Jin put his hands into his sleeves, pulled up his clothes, stood up, pulled on his shoes, walked to the screen and took off his blouse. After thinking about it, he said to Yin Bei: "A crime will not lead to death."
The aftertaste of murder in Yin Bei's heart immediately dissipated and no longer surfaced.
He touched his neck: "How long will it take for this place to heal?"
Yin Bei put down the ointment: "At least it will take two or three days."
Wu Jin bent down and picked up his shoes. His hair was dark and damp. He sat in the chair and sighed: "I'll rest here tonight. Let's talk about it tomorrow... tomorrow."
If you don't come home for two or three days, I'm afraid your parents and brothers will be worried about you. But if you come home too early, your parents will be even more worried when they see the injury on your neck.
Yin Bei hurriedly went out and ordered his servants to prepare the meal. Wu Jin sat in the room, feeling calm in his heart. After eating two meals in a row, the sky gradually became darker.
The moonlight was unclear, with only a vague shadow hanging on the horizon.
Wu Jin drank a cup of medicinal tea that promoted blood circulation and removed blood stasis, stood in front of the window and looked out for a moment, took a crane cloak and put it on, opened the door and walked out.
The wind was cold outside and made him shiver.
No matter how much candles are lit, darkness will invade desperately, and large swaths of lights will fall outside the door, beside the windows, and in the corridor. It seems that it has reached a precarious stage and may be destroyed by an autumn wind at any time.
A few remaining leaves fell silently with the cold wind, and the trembling shadows of the trees illuminated by the lights spread all over the ground.
Mo Mansion, which was already silent, became even more silent and was overwhelmed by the boundless darkness.
Wu Jin carried a paper lantern and walked along the corridor to the back garden. Two servants followed him at a short distance, waiting for orders at any time.
Mo Mansion, which had stood here hundreds of years ago, revealed its true face in the darkness.
During the day, Mo Mansion is majestic and majestic, with ancient tree trunks blocked by clouds. Everywhere is the air of an aristocratic family, standing high above and looking down at everything.
However, at night, this huge mansion appears gloomy and abandoned by the world. The eaves, squares, caissons, bells and bells all look tired and decayed.
Under the flickering lights, the paint was mottled from the outside to the inside.
The majestic and majestic one hundred years ago will inevitably fall as it surrenders to the new dynasty. It is like a beautiful woman who has grown old, like a general who has grown old, and like a dream gone by in vain. It is difficult to recover and plan.
Generations of the Mo family have been forced to accept their fate, but Mo Qianlan refuses to give in and insists on turning the tide.
Wu Jin walked and watched, thinking that Mo Lingfeng must often wander in such nights. The dark and huge shadows brought by the dark night were enough to engulf her at a young age.
When she was wandering alone in this place, was she afraid, panicked, or was she alone breathing the same breath as this mansion?
He doesn't know.
The back garden was also silent, and the noisy babblers did not even make a sound. Wu Jin stood in the waterside pavilion, watching the waves of the lake. After a while, thunder suddenly came, and the wind also brought a whistling sound, as cold as a knife.
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Wu Jin smelled the moisture in the wind and knew that a heavy rain was about to fall. He picked up the lantern and walked back. As soon as he reached Jiusixuan, heavy raindrops fell on the tip of his nose.
He hurriedly stepped into Jiusixuan. As soon as he opened the door of the school, heavy rain poured down. The stone steps that were dry just now were instantly wet, and rainwater also leaked in from the railings.
The servants who followed him divided into two groups, one went to light candles, and the other went down from the corridor to call the servants of Jiu Si Xuan.
Three long candles were lit, dispelling the darkness a little. However, the cold autumn wind and rain made the room feel cold and damp, as if it was immersed in an ice cellar. Wu Jin sneezed three times in succession, and his face turned blue from the cold.
Qi Chang hurriedly came out of the house and moved the charcoal basin with both hands. There were three charcoals buried in the ash, which could emit a little warmth for a long time.
The rain was so heavy that he just walked along the corridor once, and the soles of his shoes were wet, and his socks were soaked with them. By the time he reached the house, his teeth were chattering from the cold.
He saw Wu Jin sitting at the table spreading paper, as if he was about to write, so he quickly put the charcoal basin over and used a chopstick to pull away the ashes. Remembering that there was no charcoal in it, he ran out to get the charcoal basket from the side room and added charcoal.
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When the fire was a little stronger, he stood up and stood aside, sniffed, and saw Wu Jin pouring water into the inkstone. He seemed not to be afraid of the cold. He held the hanging sleeve of his right hand with his left hand and slowly pushed the ink stick.
After the ink was finished, Wu Jin took down a broomstick from Bijia Mountain and wrote on bamboo paper: "On August 17, in the twenty-fifth year of Yuan Zhang, it suddenly rained at night."
His brush strokes were flying. Qi Chang turned his head and took a closer look, and saw that he was writing with a central stroke, and occasionally with a side stroke, revealing the beauty of flowing clouds and flowing water.
The servant on the side suddenly pulled him and made a tea-drinking gesture, gesturing for him to bring tea.
Qi Chang was just about to read what Wu Jin had written, and was pulled back to his senses. He hurried to the penthouse. The servant who came out with him had just boiled water. When he asked for tea, he hurriedly made the tea and asked Qi Chang.
Pass by smoothly.
Qi Chang took the tea and put it next to Wu Jin. He quietly looked at the paper twice and saw that it said: "The teacher asked me what the wind is. The answer is 'Shun'. A gentleman acts according to the destiny, just like the wind entering things."
"Everything is done, and everything is disobedient." If I think about it today, I am still obedient, doing what the people like and doing what the people hate."
After a few glances, the servants who followed Wu Jin pulled him away again and asked him to wait outside.
Qi Chang had no choice but to go out again and guard the door.
Once he left the charcoal fire, the humidity and cold air swept over him. He shuddered, closed the door with a shiver, and stood close to the door on the porch, shrinking into a ball of ashes.