"My lord, shall we go back to the yamen now?" The groom asked.

Wen Jing nodded, then shook his head again and said, "Go to Dali Temple." ”

"Yes, sir."

Ding Wu saw that Wen Jing had turned back again, and he seemed to be full of thoughts.

"Lord Wen, why do you seem so worried?"

Wen Jing glanced up at Ding Wu and sighed, sure enough, as Ji Changge said, although Ding Wu had been by his side for so many years, he really hadn't learned at all.

"Tell me about the border case."

The second monk Ding Wuzhang didn't think much about it, and just asked questions: "Two days ago, the saint summoned the lord, saying that there was a big case at the border, and the general Zhao Longquan Zhao was brutally killed, and the deputy general Wang Ke was seriously suspected, and the saint sent Lord Ji to handle this case, which shows how seriously the saint is to our lord." ”

Wen Jing was speechless, looking at Ding Wu's appearance, he must have thought that this was a great merit for nothing.

Looking at the sadness in Wen Jing's eyes that couldn't be hidden, it was the first time Ding Wu had seen her like this, even if she was trapped in the cellar, he had never seen her like this.

"Lord Wen, why don't you look happy at all? Could it be that this case is very tricky? Ding Wu asked.

"No, no matter how this case is handled, Lord Ji," Wen Jing's face was solemn.

Ding Wu was taken aback, he knew that Wen Jing didn't like to joke, so he hurriedly asked, "Are you saying that adults are in danger?" ”

Wen Jing bowed: "Since this case is already so clear, why do you want Lord Ji to go there in person?" And only brought five people to go, how dangerous the border is. Don't you know that Brother Ding? ”

"I begged the adults to take me there, but the adults didn't follow me, saying that I hadn't recovered yet, that I wouldn't only not help, but would only drag him down, and that the adults wouldn't let me go, because I was afraid."

After Ding Wu finished speaking, he actually cried.

"Don't cry, Master Ji is not dead yet, life or death is in the emperor's thoughts. Just let the emperor change his mind. There is still some room for redemption. Wen Jing said.

Ding Wu looked at Wen Jing with red eyes and said: "Qi Niang, not to mention how many big cases Master Ji has solved over the years, since he came to Dali Temple, the security in the capital has improved many times." Last time, he also solved the case of the fake eunuch for the saint. It doesn't matter if the saint doesn't reward the adults. I want the lives of our adults, what a faint king! ”

"Shut up, the mind of the Holy One is not something we can speculate. Master Ji's life is worry-free for the time being, let me think about it, you don't make a noise for now, just wait for my news. Wen Jing said to Ding Wudao.

"Then I'll leave it to Lord Wen." Ding Wu bowed.

"Send someone to inform me of any news, I'll go first."

Wen Jing walked out after speaking, how can I make the stubborn emperor change his mind

Without returning to the Punishment Department, Wen Jing walked straight home, drizzling all the way.

"Take these steamed buns and go! Don't stay here! It's not easy for anyone these days! Zhou Quan took three dried steamed buns and threw them in front of a beggar.

Wen Jing looked at the beggar, half of his face was covered by hair, the left side of his face seemed to be burned by something, his face and body were black, and he only saw one eye, with a hint of horror in his eyes, and his mouth was open, but he could only make a hoarse voice.

"Miss Seven, why are you back?" Zhou Quan looked at Wen Jing in surprise.

When the beggar heard this, she shrank back and buried her face in her hair, as if she didn't want Wen Jing to see her.

Wen Jing walked up to the beggar, took out a few copper coins from his body and put them in front of the beggar: "Take it and buy something to eat." ”

The beggar only picked up the two steamed buns that Zhou Quan threw to her and left, ignoring the few copper coins Wen Jing gave her.

"Hey, this is still a fool, if you have money, you don't need it, this money is enough for you to buy buns for several days." Zhou Quan sneered.

Wen Jing looked at the beggar, and when she saw that she was speeding up and wanted to leave, she shouted, "Wait"

The beggar walked faster, but his leg seemed to be wounded, and he did not walk fast.

Wen Jing walked a few steps quickly to catch up with the beggar: "Do you know me?" Why did you run away when you saw me? ”

The beggar opened his mouth, and there was an unpleasant rustling sound in his throat, and he couldn't hear what he was saying.

"Miss Seven, leave her alone, I don't know good things." Zhou Quan took a sip of the beggar.

As the beggar continued to walk forward, Wen Jing suddenly noticed a birthmark on her wrist.

"Wait," Wen Jing said loudly, stepping forward and grabbing the beggar's hand, the birthmark on it was very familiar to her.

A hint of panic flashed in the beggar's eyes, and he tried to shake off Wen Jing's hand, but he couldn't exert himself because of hunger.

"You, you're the third sister?" Wen Jing said in astonishment.

The beggar shook off Wen Jing's hand and dragged his injured leg forward.

"What? Where's Miss Sansan? Zhou Quan glanced around.

"Third sister, where are you going? Didn't you stay in the nunnery? Wen Jing grabbed the beggar and said.

Zhou Quan looked at the beggar in shock, he did look a bit like Wen Sanniang in terms of figure, but how could Wen Sanniang become such a beggar?

The beggar angrily pushed Wen Jing away, saying something, but he couldn't hear what was being said.

"Third sister, you can go back with me first, eat something, change your clothes and then talk slowly." Wen Jing couldn't help but say, glanced at Zhou Quan, and the two pulled the beggar back together.

Zhou Quan looked at the beggar carefully, and found that he really wanted Wen Sanniang at the eyebrows and eyes, no wonder she didn't want to give her steamed buns, she wanted to go to the house all the time, but she couldn't speak.

"Zhouquan, what are you doing with this beggar taking him home? Send her out with some food, and let your wife see it, so you have to scold you. Mama He pinched her nose and said.

"Look carefully, this is the third lady, not a beggar." Zhou Quan said to He Ma.

Mother He was also frightened, and the boss who hung her eyes stared at the beggar for a long time: "You said this is the third lady?" Isn't Miss Three a monk? ”

"Don't talk about it yet, take the third sister to eat something. Then help her bathe and change her clothes. Wen Jing looked at He Ma and said.

"Yes, Miss Seven."

Mother He hurriedly called an old woman and took the beggar to the kitchen, although she still couldn't believe it.

Watching Wen Sanniang gobble up all the food on the table, Wen Jing sighed, how many days has this been without eating.

Mrs. Wen and the others also looked at Wen Sanniang in front of them with a stunned expression, where is there still the shadow of Wen Sanniang, who was cowardly and cautious back then.

Wen Sanniang suddenly returned, half of her face was burned and disfigured, one leg was also lame, and she became an ugly and lame mute beggar.

Wen Sanniang finally raised her head from the bowl. He hiccuped without hesitation. There is no shame in the slightest, being able to eat a full meal, is much more important than dignity, in the months of begging. She had already discarded all her dignity.

"Third sister. How did you become like this? Wen Banniang looked at the strange Wen Sanniang in front of her in surprise. The half of the burnt face was terrifying, and if she met her on the road, she wouldn't recognize it.

Wen Jing glanced at the silent Mrs. Wen and Wen Jiuniang. She had an intuition that Wen Sanniang became like this, and she must be inseparable from these two people.

Wen Sanniang glanced at Wen Jing, and her eyes were a little puzzled.

"Third sister, you can't just say it and write it on paper, when you get home, no one can hurt you." Wen Jing looked at Wen Sanniang's frightened eyes and said.

"The third sister can't write, have you forgotten the seventh sister?" Wen Banniang said.

"Then you draw it." Wen Jing ordered someone to bring pen, ink, paper, and inkstone.

Wen Sanniang grabbed the brush on the table, shook her hand twice, and then drew a simple house on the paper, and drew some flames around the house.

"You mean it's gone, don't you? When did this happen? Wen Jing asked.

Wen Sanniang nodded, and wrote a 3 on the paper, indicating the water that she left three months ago.

"Your throat was choked by the poisonous smoke, and your leg was injured at that time, right?" Wen Jing then asked.

Wen Sanniang nodded again, and Wen Jing motioned for her to continue painting.

Wen Sanniang drew another bowl with a copper coin in it.

"You mean you're begging all the way home, aren't you?" Wen Jing said.

Wen Sanniang nodded, and pointed to the shoes on her feet, the shoes had worn out the soles, and the whole feet were full of chilblains, red and swollen, and the soles of the feet were all worn out of the skin.

"Hey, what kind of sin is this, how can a good nunnery go out of the water." Mrs. Wen sighed and glanced at Wen Sanniang distressedly.

Three months ago, when the weather was still very cold, and it was not easy to catch fires in summer or autumn, could the nunnery be set on fire? Wen Jing thought to himself.

"What about the other masters in the nunnery?" Wen Jing then asked, wondering what happened to the other nuns.

Wen Sanniang suddenly cried, her whole body trembled, and her hands were scribbling.

"A lot of people died?" Wen Jing said.

Wen Sanniang nodded.

"Qi Niang, you have excellent medical skills, give Sanniang a diagnosis and treatment first, these small injuries should not be difficult for you." Mrs. Wen said.

"Yes, Mother."

Wen Jing responded, and asked Wen Sanniang to open her mouth, her throat was full of herpes of different sizes, and it had festered, no wonder she couldn't speak, she must have been very painful when she swallowed just now.

"Mother, now that the third sister is back, where do you live?" Wen Jiuniang suddenly asked.

Mrs. Wen glanced at her: "Wu Niang got married, and the house has been empty, so it's better to let San Niang move in." ”

"It's okay, I feel quite lonely when I live alone." Wen Jiuniang smiled.

"It hurts a little, third sister, you bear with it." After Wen Jing finished speaking, he picked up a scalpel to clean up all the herpes, and then prescribed a prescription.

Wen Sanniang's tears of pain flowed, but she could only hold back, and her throat was like a fire.

"There are more and more people in the family, some people really don't know each other, they really don't think of themselves as outsiders, others don't say it, and he doesn't plan to leave." Wen Jiuniang's yin and yang strange qi.

Wen Banniang raised her head: "Jiu Niang, who are you saying this to?" ”

"Who are you talking about, who knows it in their own hearts, what are you anxious about, Eighth Sister." Wen Jiuniang sneered.

Wen Banniang snorted coldly, Wen Jiuniang naturally said Wang Jue, and said in her heart, I don't know where Wang Jue offended her. (To be continued......)