Yu Jun

Chapter 33 Coping
Mo Qianlan and Zhao Shiheng looked at each other speechlessly, they didn't need to say anything, they already thought that the person asking for directions was Fu Bao.

Among the people brought by Fu Bao, there must be a person who is suffering from a rash, as long as he sneezes on Mo Lingfeng when passing by, or brushes the corner of his clothes over Mo Lingfeng's body...

For a child of her age, without precautions, she would get infected if she saw her face to face.

It turned out that the emperor didn't want Mo Lingfeng to come to Beijing, but to directly cut off her vitality.

The state treasury has opened its mouth wide open to devour the wealth of the ten states, so how can it be handed over.

The Mo family cannot have descendants, because if there are people, there is hope, and they will have the heart to hide, resist, abscond, and burn everything. What the emperor wants is Mo Qianlan, who is lonely and disheartened. He handed over all the secrets of the Mo family.

If Li Yitie kept it secret and didn't post it, it would be too late until Mo Lingfeng developed a rash all night long.

Fortunately - no, not good!
The rash was so dangerous that Mo Lingfeng was lying on the bed, but one foot had already stepped into the gate of hell.

Mo Qianlan's eyes were gloomy, and he raised his hand suddenly, throwing the teacup at Yin Nan's forehead viciously, and the tea spilled all over her body.

Just like Fan Jin, the emerald teacup was shattered on a hard stone, Yin Nan immediately bent down and knelt on the porcelain, a line of blood fell from his forehead.

Mo Qianlan scolded her angrily: "Fubao is an eunuch, and his manner, accent, and clothes are no different from ordinary people no matter how he pretends. In the group, some people cover their heads and faces, hiding like ghosts, and you haven't seen it? You You've been so negligent!"

Yin Nan bowed his head and was speechless, without refuting.

Zhao Shiheng said with a sullen face: "Fubao, how do you arrange it now?"

Mo Qianlan didn't say anything for a while, until Yin Nan's kneeling legs became numb, and then he rubbed his forehead: "It's all buried."

Zhao Shiheng frowned: "Fu Bao is a servant."

Mo Qianlan turned a deaf ear: "Just do it in Jia County."

Zhao Shiheng hesitated and said: "Jia County is the junction of Qizhou and Kuanzhou, and it has been plagued by bandits all year round. It can be avoided. I'm afraid Your Majesty will become suspicious. If Your Majesty believes that we have someone in our hands, it may become worse."

Mo Qianlan was categorical: "If there is something wrong with Ah Yao, he is on the altar, and I will pull him down!"

Zhao Shiheng sighed in his heart and closed his mouth.

Mo Qianlan told Yin Nan: "Go to your brother, so that he doesn't have to stare at Fu Bao anymore, and you go to Jia County together to handle things quickly."

"Yes." Yin Nan stood up, touched the blood on his forehead, and the blood covered the upper half of his face.

On her always slumped face, subtle emotions suddenly emerged—excitement emerged from her eyes and overflowed from the corners of her mouth.

Normally, she always has no emotions, as if separated from this bustling world, but feels empty in her body - when she was young, there was always something in her body, and she had to carry it through the wind and sand Land, walked through the grassland with herds of cows and horses, and then walked through the live sandy beach, and returned to Kuanzhou.

But when "burying" a person, the boiling blood of others seems to fill her void, and her eyes and ears will become clear, allowing her to see the sky and the earth clearly again.

With this subtle smile, she walked to the door and suddenly turned to look at Mo Qianlan: "Master, Yin Bei is my younger brother."

After finishing speaking, she turned her head and continued to walk out, looking for Yin Bei.

The wind and rain remained the same, the Mo mansion was in full swing, and the bitterness of the medicine permeated every corner, even Jiu Sixuan couldn't escape.

Wu Jin sat in the temporary room, facing Cheng Ting, with a square table in the middle, a candlestick in the middle, and a long candle inside.

Cheng Ting hunched over, nestled in the armchair, with the crane cloak on the armrest, and pulled on his shoes, concentrating on solving Nine Links.

The gold-plated nine chains rattled and rattled, and none of them came out.

Wu Jin was not affected at all, and concentrated on reciting the "Book of Books". Because of its ancient and pedantic content, he only recited silently up to Gao Taomo.

He had to understand every sentence, and if he didn't understand one sentence, he didn't read the next sentence, and he tried to figure it out again and again against a copy of "Shu Jing Zheng Yi" in the wing room.

When he was reciting "Jueshen, Xiusiyong. The nine clans of the Shu, the Ming and the wings, and the far away", Cheng Ting suddenly said "ah", stomped his feet vigorously, threw the nine chains on the table, scratched his head vigorously, and was angry. His face was red and his ears were red: "What a piece of crap, it will melt you sooner or later!"

He wanted to pick the red bumps on his face, but held back: "Wu Jin, help me untie these nine chains, and I'll give you a clay baby tomorrow."

Wu Jin was unmoved, and stared at the book without blinking. Even if Cheng Ting became a Buddha instantly, he would have no time to distract himself.

Cheng Ting didn't have the ability to become a Buddha, but he was able to play tricks that shook the world. He moved the bottles and cans in the wing room, waiting for Wu Jin to open his golden mouth, but Wu Jin kept his head buried in the sea of ​​books.

He didn't know that Wu Jin had wanted to buy this "Book of Justice" for a long time, but the copy of this book had to be consistent and worth two hundred and eighty articles, so he had to give up.

They were allowed to read the books in Jiusixuan, but it was the first time for him to enter the wing room, so how could he let this opportunity pass.

No one responded to Cheng Ting's rambunctiousness. He was so lonely that he opened the window and said "bark" twice to the big yellow dog outside the window. The big yellow dog didn't even wag its tail, but changed its position and pointed its butt at him.

He was bored, and he didn't dare to make trouble in Mo's residence, for fear that Mo Qianlan would appear and disappear, and he would be rewarded with another twenty sticks.

After changing to a recliner and lying down, he summoned Qi Chang who was so busy that his feet didn't touch the floor, and asked Qi Chang to feed him bergamot, pour him tea, and fan him.

He thought he would let Qi Chang relax, but Qi Chang was very anxious.

Jiu Sixuan didn't have many servants, and he didn't have many things to do on weekdays, so he didn't seem to be busy. Tonight, he suddenly got busy, and he was the servant among the servants. He had to do all sorts of chores, such as emptying the toilet, raking fallen leaves, It is his job to collect water and wipe bird droppings all over the yard.

Today he is here to serve Cheng Ting, others will only think that he is going to be beaten and scolded by Cheng Ting to hide his leisure.

He didn't dare to speak, but was in a hurry, couldn't bear to look at Wu Jin in a hurry.

Wu Jin had forgotten herself, and had no idea what they were doing.

When Zhao Shiheng came in, Qi Chang was wiping Cheng Ting's sweat with a handkerchief.

Zhao Shiheng glanced at the two of them coldly, Cheng Ting froze in the chair, then stood up abruptly and stood upright.

Wu Jin didn't respond.

Cheng Ting shouted loudly again: "Hi sir!"

Wu Jin was still reading, without even raising her head.

Seeing Zhao Shiheng looking at Wu Jin, Cheng Ting boldly stretched out his arms and poked Wu Jin: "Wu Jin! Mr. is here!"

Wu Jin came to her senses at this moment, looked up and saw Zhao Shiheng was beside her, she quickly got up and bowed: "Sir, the student is disrespectful."

Zhao Shiheng let out a "hmm".

Wu Jin put away the books on the table: "Sir, please sit down."

Zhao Shiheng didn't sit down, and looked down at the book on the table: "This book is worth reading, and we can learn from history. If you don't solve the questions today, you should read the book. I will solve the questions for the ten-day exam when I have time."

He pointed at Jiu Lianhuan: "Cheng Ting, why don't you do your homework?"

Cheng Ting walked over with a sad face, and picked up Jiulianhuan, only regretting that Jiulianhuan was not made of jade, and he couldn't break it.

Wu Jin asked: "May I ask sir, how long will the delay be? The student is afraid that his family will worry."

"Soon," Zhao Shiheng turned and went out, "I will tell your family members."

(End of this chapter)