Mo Lingfeng slept intermittently.

She thought that she had slept in the wilderness and the earth was old, and the sea was dry and rotten, but in fact, it was only as long as the beans that were burned through the incense.

Every time she opened her eyes, she could see Wu Jin sitting on the embroidery pier with her back straight, her eyes never falling five steps away.

And as long as she has a movement, Wu Jin must also follow the action, scoop out a little green onion and white water from the small stove outside the screen, taste it herself, wait for a while, and then use a small spoon to feed her little by little.

He knew that it was possible to kill without blood, so even if the clay pot didn't move a bit, he had to taste it first.

For a while, there was only silence inside and outside the house, only porcelain and other things made the inevitable sound of collision, and occasionally someone whispered a few words, but they were also separated by two doors, far away, Wu Jin sat in the boudoir, let the wind and rain blow, not moving.

At noon, an uninvited guest came to Changsuiju.

Qi Chang trembled, trembled, shrunk his shoulders and hunched back, wearing a short gray brown on him, looking more and more gray, like a worm, squirming to the outside of the long age.

The courtyard door was locked, he raised his hand and knocked lightly, the sound of "empty empty" came far away in the silence, he was startled, withdrew his hand, waited for a while, there was no movement, raised his hand to knock on the door again, the door suddenly opened.

The one who opened the door was a big girl with a solemn face, and swept him coldly: "What's the matter?" ”

Qi Chang snorted and said, "It was Third Young Master Cheng who invited me to find Wu Langjun, I have something to say." ”

The eldest maid frowned slightly: "Wait, I'll go tell Young Master Wu." ”

Qi Chang saw the big maid walking in a hurry, he didn't know what Wu Jin was doing in Miss Mo's yard, and even the maid respected him so much, so he was suddenly curious in his heart, and looked inside.

The situation inside startled him again, and he was worried in his heart, he didn't know what kind of disease Mo Lingfeng was suffering from, and he was in a dilemma, so he swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty.

Soon, someone came forward to take him in, and took him all the way to the bottom of the porch, through a door, and talked to Wu Jin inside.

"Wu, Young Master Wu......" Qi Chang's voice came in low through the crack in the door under the gaze of everyone.

Wu Jin leaned against the door and asked softly, "What's wrong?" ”

Across the door, his voice was so small that Qi Chang had to struggle to understand: "It's Cheng Sanye, I heard that you came to help, and sent me to ask if you want him to come too." ”

Cheng Ting is not a fool, let Mo Qianlan be placed under house arrest in Jiusixuan, and gradually realized that something was wrong, and wanted to discuss with Wu Jin early this morning, only to find that Wu Jin was no longer there.

He was afraid that something would happen to Wu Jin, so he specially asked Qi Chang to take a look.

"Don't," Wu Jin thought of Cheng Ting's idle temperament, and said one more thing, "Tell him not to go out of Jiusixuan." ”

Qi Chang didn't hear clearly, so he carefully pushed the door, the door was not latched, and a crack was opened, and he looked in curiously from this crack: "What? ”

With just one glance, he suddenly saw Wu Jin's eyes scrutinizing him, he stepped back in a panic, lost his sense of proportion in his hand, and closed the door with a "clang", and Mo Lingfeng, who was asleep, woke up with a whimper.

The grandmother standing under the porch raised her eyebrows angrily, grabbed him by the back of her neck, and dragged him out of the courtyard gate.

Qi Chang landed on all fours, crawled out of the ground and ran far away, and when he stood up, a chill ran down his spine.

The moment he pushed the door open, Wu Jin still had that gentle face, which had always been the case, but his eyes were suddenly solemn, as if he wanted to meet him.

He raised his soft feet, complained about Cheng Ting in his heart, and was about to go back to Jiusixuan, but he asked someone to block the way.

Two expressionless people supported him, ignoring his struggles, cries, and begging for mercy, and took him to a place where no one knew about him, and handed him over to Zhao Shiheng for interrogation.

Mo Leaf's rash blew through that night.

First the front of the chest and back, then the palms of the hands, the soles of the feet, and finally the rash on the tip of the nose.

After the rash was revealed, the entire Mo Mansion also breathed a long breath, and then, just wait for the rash to subside.

That night, Wu Jin wrote a diary in her heart.

The next day, Mo Qianlan and Mo Lingfeng recovered their spirits together, Cheng Ting was able to get out of the cage and fly home, and the big yellow dog almost happily sent him away.

If he doesn't leave, the big yellow dog will leave.

But Wu Jin could only go back to Jiusixuan first - Li Yitie wanted to check his pulse and confirm that he would not have a rash before letting him go.

The clothes, shoes and socks he wore were all taken away and burned, and Mo Fu bought him two new clothes from the inside out, from top to bottom.

Another day, after dinner, Li Yiti checked Wu Jin's pulse, and he could finally go home.

Youpai, it was when the chickens returned to the nest, the sky was dark, Wu Jin packed up his baggage, and crashed into the cool evening breeze.

The garden is the most comfortable at this time, the wind is good, the flowers and trees are also in full bloom, especially the fragrance of gardenias, in the blue skylight, strong and fragrant, straight through the heart and spleen, domineering to the point of distraction.

Six days without seeing the light of day, his face was still the same, and the light of the sky shone a layer of light on him, and he walked by the lake, his robe was stained with the fragrance of gardenias.

The package was heavy, and there was a big silver ingot weighing ten taels in it - Mo Qianlan was crazy with joy, and made a fortune boy, and when the grandmother gave him the silver, she also said that Mo Qianlan specially instructed that this was not a reward for silver, but a thank you gift.

Ten taels of silver is Wu's father's two legs, and it is his life, which can make their family of four live for half a year.

However, what weighed more heavily on his heart than these ten taels of silver was the pen box in the baggage.

In the box is a Xuancheng Zhuge pen.

The old rabbit on the stone, eat the bamboo and drink the spring to give birth to Zihao, the person who makes the pen picks one of the tens of thousands of millimeters, and the fine work is meticulous to get a treasure broom, and it is difficult to find a thousand gold.

And on the bamboo pen tube, the word "Wu Jin" is impressively engraved.

This sum is not to be measured by gold or silver, but it is heavier than the ten taels of silver.

What's more important is Mo Leaf's heart.

Mo Lingfeng knew that he didn't have a good pen, so he deliberately asked Mo Qianlan to go to Xinxuancheng to ask for a branch of Zihao, and it was not until today that this pen came all the way and arrived in his hands.

This intention was enough to cleanse him of his bitterness and hard work, so that he could calm his mind, and he walked out with the fragrance of gardenias, and he walked all the way back to Shishi Street.

Shishi Street is still so narrow and cramped, the door is only separated by a low wall, and the street is always greasy and dirty, interspersed with hot water shops, foot shops, meat cases, and bowl shops.

It was just before and after dinner, the crowded house was crowded with people, the smell of food barren wafted into the street, and two barefoot children were scuffling on the ground for a penny, tearing each other's clothes, crying and calling their mothers, and their mothers did not come out, but only scolded in the house.

A man carrying a jar of wine and humming a little song home, greeting people loudly along the way, and the sound of mutual ridicule and ridicule filled the entire street.

The fragrance of gardenias on Wu Jin's body instantly became insignificant, and there was a cluster of brocade seedlings blooming in the corner of the wall, the flowers were pink and tender, but the smell was pungent, attracting a large group of wild bees, mosquitoes and flies.

It was a poor, dirty, sour place, and a home he was familiar with and accustomed to.