It is not known whether the Buddha favored Mo Lingfeng, but it is true that he did not favor Mo Qianlan very much.

Mo Qianlan returned to the house, raised his feet and walked towards Changsuiju, stepped into the weeping flower door with one foot, and suddenly "grunted" from his throat, as if he was fascinated by phlegm, and then fell to the ground, his head and face rubbed directly on the bluestone slab, his whole body convulsed, he couldn't stop gritting his teeth, and a stream of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

He stared at Zhao Shiheng and lost consciousness.

Zhao Shiheng knew that he was having an epileptic seizure, and his liver and gallbladder were broken, so he hurriedly dragged him, and in a hurry, he tripped and fell.

The people around rushed up, Zhao Shiheng didn't care about being dizzy, and even crawled and knelt beside Mo Qianlan, pinching others hard, but his eyes fell on the feet of a subordinate who gathered over.

The man had mud spots on his shoes.

Mo Qianlan loves cleanliness, everywhere he goes must be spotless, and his subordinates are all clean-faced and neatly dressed, even if his shoes are accidentally stained with mud, he does not dare to come to Mo Qianlan.

He looked casual, glanced at this person, went to save Mo Qianlan again, and asked someone to call Li Yiti.

When Mo Qianlan woke up, he was already lying in the middle hall, the tip of his tongue was burning with pain, knowing that it was bitten at the time of the onset, and the middle and upper parts of the person were also hot and painful, so he didn't have to think about it, he also knew that it was Zhao Shiheng who was pinched - in the past, as soon as he became ill, Zhao Shiheng pinched others.

He was soft, and he was embarrassed to move his fingers, and opened his eyes to look at Li Yitie who came over: "Ah Yi......"

"I'm very busy," Li Yitie interrupted him, "Epilepsy needs to rest, you don't take care of yourself, even if the gods come, it's in vain, I'll say something ugly, if there is no one around you when you get sick, a cow's hooves can drown you." ”

Mo Qianlan smiled bitterly, and still asked, "What about Ayu?" ”

"It's getting better," Li Yiti replied vaguely, "You still take care of yourself, don't look back, I took the girl's consultation fee, and I have to give it to you as a funeral when I turn my head." ”

After that, he put away the medicinal incense, hurriedly left, and went back to Changsui to guard Mo Lingfeng.

When Li Yitie completely walked out of the middle hall, Zhao Shiheng said: "Rats have come in." ”

Mo Qianlan sat up suddenly, his head immediately hurt and made people hammer hard, gritted his teeth and endured the pain, he sneered: "Fu Bao didn't know that his death was coming, and he even spied on my house." ”

The huge Mo Mansion, where can it be like an iron bucket without leaking, as long as you have a heart and silver, you can get into the mice.

Zhao Shiheng rubbed his wrist: "I'll keep an eye on it, since there are mice inside, there must be omissions outside, and when the matter is over, I will let the cat catch the mouse." ”

"Ah," Mo Qianlan lifted the quilt, "I have to keep an eye on it, in case he still has a backhand?" ”

Zhao Shiheng pressed him back with one hand: "Let Wu Jin go." ”

"Wu Jin?" Mo Qianlan was anxious, and stood up again, "What does he know, he is still a half-old child, and he is too upright, he doesn't know how to make any changes, the knife is on Ah Yan's neck, what's the use of him sitting there like a log?" ”

The words were fast and urgent, and he exhausted Mo Qianlan's breath, and he didn't need Zhao Shiheng to press him, he fell down with a "bang", panting with a "hum", his temples jumped wildly, and he had a headache to death.

Zhao Shiheng made a move slowly, and tucked the quilt for him: "It is precisely because of his integrity that he is reliable, the knife is on the neck of the Leaf, he will die for the Leaf, he will not lie, honest, and smart enough, presumably in the section of the book, he has already figured out the game between us and His Majesty." ”

He stood up: "With him sitting in the Changsui Residence, no charm can escape his eyes." ”

Mo Qianlan didn't move.

The only people he could trust to hand over Ah Yan were Zhao Shiheng and the Yin family, and after learning that the supreme person had murderous intentions towards Mo Lingfeng, the huge and disciplined subordinates of the Mo Mansion were not enough to reassure him.

Even Li Yiti, who treated Mo Lingfeng, had carefully read every prescription.

There can be no mistakes or omissions - Mo Lingfeng is already standing on the edge of the cliff, and if he doesn't do anything, he will fall into hell, and there is no chance of survival.

Now, only Wu Jin can be entrusted with the defeat of the army and be ordered to be in danger.

Can he do it well?

Mo Qianlan stretched out his hand and grabbed Zhao Shiheng's palm, his hand was cold and sticky, trembling slightly: "Okay, let him go to Changsuiju and tell him that he and Ah Yu are one life." ”

On the fifth watch, Zhao Shiheng entered Jiusixuan, and first glanced at Cheng Ting in the East Chamber-Cheng Ting was sleeping soundly, nine consecutive rings were thrown under the bed, and not a single circle was unsolved, and there was a loveless big yellow dog lying on the ground, and the chain around his neck was thicker than his wrist.

After he looked at it, he walked in the direction of the west chamber, and 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, and saw that under the lights, Wu Jin was dressed neatly, his shirt was not wrinkled, and his demeanor was calm, as if he was not pushing open the window of Mofu, but the window of his own house.

The candlestick was placed aside, and he stood straight against the water droplets, mist, and morning breeze, 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, the books of the sages he read, made him like flowing water, and he was at ease everywhere.

Zhao Shiheng's eyes are very poisonous, and he can see into people's bones when he looks at people, but the more he examines Wu Jin, the more he feels that such a person is rarely clean.

Such a person is still young, growing, with a thin body, long and straight legs, and a face that has just revealed sharp lines, and in a few years, a large skeleton will grow and can stand up to the sky.

Zhao Shiheng stood in place, and suddenly didn't know what kind of face to show people.

After a moment, he put away all his pity, regained his indifference and slowness, and walked forward.

"Wu Jin."

Wu Jin watched Zhao Shiheng come out of the shadows like a ghost, his heart first "knocked" twice in his chest, and then calmed down, put down the book in his hand, and bowed: "Sir." ”

Zhao Shiheng didn't talk nonsense: "Have you ever had a rash?" ”

Wu Jin was stunned: "No." ”

At the same time, his heart sank.

Mo Lingfeng has a rash?

Zhao Shiheng didn't give him any time to react: "Miss Mo is having a rash, and she is sick, I want to take care of the outside, you go to Miss Mo to keep an eye on it." ”

But Wu Jin had already figured out all kinds of tricks, so he replied quickly: "What are you staring at?" ”

Zhao Shiheng's eyelids lifted up - smart, talking to smart people is like this, effortlessly, as long as a few words, each other can understand the unfinished meaning.

"Recipes, decoctions, people and things close to you."

"The student is a foreign man."

"Don't treat her as a boudoir woman, she will sit on the Mo family and follow me."

Wu Jin did not hesitate - and did not allow him to hesitate, he kept up with Zhao Shiheng, who was walking quickly, and suddenly remembered a passage in "Feng Fu": "The husband was born in the ground, started at the end of the green apples, invaded the valley, was angry in the mouth of the soil, and danced under the pines and cypresses, fluttering and angry." ”