It is not known whether the Buddha favored Mo Lingfeng, but he did not favor Mo Qianlan very much.
Mo Qianlan returned to the house, walked to the Changsui Residence, stepped into the hanging flower door with one foot, and suddenly made a "gurgling" sound from his throat, as if he was fascinated by phlegm, and then fell to the ground, scratching his head and face.
On the bluestone floor, his whole body was twitching, he couldn't help but grit his teeth, and a stream of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.
He stared blankly at Zhao Shiheng and lost consciousness.
Zhao Shiheng knew that he was having an epileptic seizure and his liver and gallbladder were split apart. He hurriedly grabbed him, but in a hurry, he tripped and fell.
The servants all around rushed up one after another. Zhao Shiheng couldn't care less about his dizziness and crawled to kneel beside Mo Qianlan. He pinched him hard, but his eyes fell on the feet of a servant who had gathered around.
There are mud spots on this person's shoes.
Mo Qianlan loves cleanliness. Everywhere he goes must be spotless. His servants must also have clean faces and neat clothes. Even if they accidentally get mud on their shoes, they would not dare to come in front of Mo Qianlan.
He seemed casual, glanced at this person, went to save Mo Qianlan again, and sent someone to call Li Yitie.
When Mo Qianlan woke up, he was already lying in the middle hall. There was a burning pain on the tip of his tongue. He knew that it was bitten when he got sick. He also felt a burning pain on his philtrum. Without thinking about it, he knew that Zhao Shiheng had pinched it. He had broken it in the past.
When he got sick, Zhao Shiheng would pinch others.
His whole body was so weak that it was difficult to move a finger. He opened his eyes and looked at Li Yitie, who was coming over: "Ah Shu..."
"I'm very busy," Li Yitie interrupted him, "Epilepsy requires rest. If you don't take care of yourself, it will be in vain even if the gods come. Let me say something ugly again. If there is no one around you when you are sick, you will be trampled by the hooves of cattle.
A puddle can drown you."
Mo Qianlan gave a bitter smile and asked: "Where is Grandma?"
"It's getting better," Li Yitie responded vaguely, "You'd better take care of yourself and don't look back. I took the girl's diagnosis fee and I have to give it to you as a memorial ceremony."
After saying that, he put away the scent of the medicine and hurried away, returning to Changsui Residence to guard Mo Lingfeng.
After Li Yitie had completely left the central hall, Zhao Shiheng said: "A rat came in."
Mo Qianlan sat up suddenly, his head immediately hurt so hard that he felt a heavy hammer. He gritted his teeth and endured the pain. He sneered: "Fu Bao didn't know that his death was coming, and he actually snooped into my home."
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The huge Mo Mansion is as watertight as an iron bucket. As long as you have the heart and money, you can get rid of rats.
Zhao Shiheng rubbed his wrist: "I'm here to keep an eye on it. Since there are mice inside, there must be omissions outside. Once the matter is settled, let the cat catch the mice."
"Ah," Mo Qianlan lifted the quilt, "I have to keep an eye on him, what if he has some back-up plans?"
Zhao Shiheng pushed him back with one hand: "Let Wu Jin go."
"Wu Jin?" Mo Qianlan became anxious and stood up again, "What does he know? He is still a half-grown child, and he is too upright. He doesn't know how to adapt. The knife was put on Ah Shu's neck. He looked like
What's the use of sitting there like a log?"
The words were spoken so fast and urgently that Mo Qianlan was exhausted in one breath. He didn't need Zhao Shiheng to press him down. He fell down with a "bang", gasping for breath, and his temples were frantic.
Jumping and having a terrible headache.
Zhao Shiheng took action slowly and tucked him into bed: "It is precisely because he is too upright that he is reliable. If the knife is placed on Leaffeng's neck, he will die for Leaffeng. He will not
He can lie, be honest, and is smart enough. I believe he has already figured out the game between us and His Majesty."
He stood up and said, "With him in charge, no monsters or monsters can escape his eyes."
Mo Qianlan stopped moving.
The only people he could trust to hand over Ah Gu were Zhao Shiheng and the Yin family. After learning that the Supreme Being had murderous intentions towards Mo Lingfeng, all the large and well-trained servants in Mo Mansion were not enough.
Reassure him.
Even Li Yitie, who treated Mo Lingfeng, carefully read every prescription.
There can be no mistakes or omissions - Mo Lingfeng is already standing on the edge of the cliff. If he makes a mistake, he will fall into hell and there will be no possibility of survival.
Now, only Wu Jin can take charge of the defeated army and take orders in times of crisis.
Can he do it well?
Mo Qianlan stretched out her hand and grasped Zhao Shiheng's palm tightly. His hand was cold and sticky and trembled slightly: "Okay, let him go to Changsui Residence and tell him that he and A'hu are one and the same."
At five o'clock in the morning, Zhao Shiheng entered Jiu Si Xuan and first took a look at Cheng Ting in the east chamber - Cheng Ting was sleeping soundly. The nine rings were thrown under the bed, and none of them had been solved. Lying on the ground was a big yellow dog who was lifeless.
, the chain around the neck is thicker than the wrist.
After looking at it, he walked towards the west wing. Wu Jin had already gotten up and was opening the window.
Zhao Shiheng did not alarm Wu Jin, but stood under the shadow of the tree and took a closer look. Under the light, he saw that Wu Jin was neatly dressed, with no wrinkles in his shirt, and a calm expression, as if what he opened was not the window of Mo Mansion, but his own home.
window.
The candlestick was placed aside. Facing the water drops, mist, and morning breeze, he stood upright and began to read. The sound of reading was not loud, but the words were clear and the voice was clear, slowly echoing in Jiusixuan.
His temperament, his poverty, the teachings he received, and the sages' books he read made him like flowing water, following the square and round, and feeling at ease everywhere.
Zhao Shiheng's eyes were very poisonous and he could see into people's bones when he looked at them. However, the more he looked at Wu Jin, the more he felt that such a person was rare and clean.
Such people are still young and growing. Their bodies are thin, their legs are long and straight, and their faces have just revealed sharp lines. In a few years, they will grow into a large frame that can stand upright.
Zhao Shiheng stood there, suddenly not knowing how to show himself.
After a while, he put away all his compassion and walked forward slowly and indifferently again.
"Wu Jin."
Wu Jin saw Zhao Shiheng coming out of the darkness like a ghost. His heart thumped twice in his chest, then he calmed down, put down the book in his hand, and saluted: "Mr."
Zhao Shiheng didn't talk nonsense: "Have you ever had a rash?"
Wu Jin was stunned: "No."
At the same time, his heart sank.
Does Mo Yefeng have a rash?
Zhao Shiheng didn't give him any time to react: "Miss Mo is getting a rash, Jiedu is sick, I have to take care of the outside, you go to Miss Mo's place and keep an eye on her."
But Wu Jin had already figured out all the details, so he answered quickly: "What are you staring at?"
Zhao Shiheng raised his eyelids - being smart is like this when talking to smart people. It's effortless. With just a few words, each other can understand the unfinished meaning.
"Prescriptions, decoctions, people and things close to you."
"The student is a foreigner."
"Don't treat her as a boudoir girl, she will sit in the Mo family and follow me."
Wu Jin didn't hesitate - and there was no room for hesitation. He followed Zhao Shiheng who was running quickly. Suddenly, a passage from "Feng Fu" came to mind: "Feng is born in the earth, rises from the end of the green apple, invades the valley
, filled with rage at the mouth of the earth bag, bounded by Taishan Mountain, dancing under the pines and cypresses, drifting in waves, arousing the wrath of the hurricane."