Wu Jin felt heavy on his shoulders in this solemnity, followed Yin Bei all the way, passed Jiusixuan, entered the second hall from the sandwich road, and went to see Mo Qianlan first.

The sky was already so dark, but the second hall was even more gloomy, the cold wind was howling in the corridor, and it also rolled in along the temporarily open door, Yin Bei turned around and closed the door, and the wind stopped outside the door.

There was silence in the room, the smoker spit out green smoke, and the charcoal fire also ignited a hot flame, dripping and falling, and the sound of ticking continued, falling heavily on the copper basin, and the water vapor was thick, wrapping around the heating gathered in the room, rippling out a hellish depression.

The candle flame did not move under the lampshade, but melted one by one.

Li Yi sat on the embroidery pier in front of the bed, closed his eyes to recuperate, heard the movement, lifted his eyelids and glanced at it, and then closed it again.

It's not an easy thing to rob people with Lord Yama.

Wu Jin looked at the ignorant Mo Qianlan, crossed his hands, and said in a low voice: "Student Wu Jin, meet Mo Jiedu." ”

Mo Qianlan lay down, not even moving his eyelids.

Wu Jin straightened up, only to feel that Mo Qianlan was also unrecognizable.

He saw Mo Qianlan several times, Mo Qianlan was always noble, clean and tidy, never embarrassed, and Mo Lingfeng's eyes often turned out of cold light, as if there were eighteen mud plows under his feet, and his soul was making a "rudimentary" laugh in his body.

Now the jade is broken, and the soul is hidden somewhere, only this body remains, lying on the bed, full of long needles, unkempt, almost one with the old house.

It's good to be alive.

The door opened again, and the servant brought in a bowl of thick black medicinal juice, brought it to the bed, first placed the medicine on the side table, and then knelt on the pedal, forcibly pinched Mo Qianlan's mouth with one hand, scooped out a spoonful of medicine with one hand, pressed Mo Qianlan's tongue, and poked it into his throat.

Mo Qianlan couldn't swallow, but his body still reacted, and his throat agitated, so that not only did he not feed the medicine, but spit it out.

As if he had expected it, the subordinate immediately withdrew the spoon, withdrew his hand, and put the spoonful of medicine into Mo Qianlan's mouth, only a little medicinal juice flowed out of the corner of his mouth.

The medicine was fed spoonful after spoonful, and Yin Bei wiped his eyes vigorously - it was too sinful.

It's too sinful to live like this.

"Young Master Wu," he said in a low voice, "let's go ahead first?" ”

Wu Jin nodded, bent down again, said goodbye and went out, Li Yi, who was sitting, opened his eyes after he went out, put his pulse on Mo Qianlan's hand, and sneered: "The organs are exhausted, what's the use, look, now there is a stupid boy like Wu Jin who still treats you as a human being." ”

Mo Qianlan still didn't react.

Yin Bei took Wu Jin straight into the main hall.

In the main hall, the furnishings are very different from the back hall, solemn and solemn, a screen is set up against the wall in the middle, a long black lacquer case is set up in front, there are strange stones on the case, and there are two circle chairs on the left and right sides of the case.

The two sides of the lower head are also placed on the circle chair and the small table, there are flower tables in the corner, and there is a bottle on it, and the chrysanthemum inserted in it is sloppy and has not been replaced.

Everything here is square, the tables, chairs and benches are dull in color, even the chairs are not patterned, only a vein of gray-brown color.

Mixed with the ancient atmosphere of Mofu, the officialdom suddenly became a cemetery, and the people who came in and out, even if they were not dressed in linen and filial piety, seemed to be crawling in the shadows.

In this gloom, Yin Bei informed Wu Jin that the right was the printing room, the left was the clerical room, and the wing rooms on both sides were the duty rooms.

After that, he scratched his head, not knowing what to do next.

From the Mo family's family business, to the official affairs of the Jiedu Embassy, and as small as the prying eyes of outsiders, Yin Bei's mind became a mess, and he couldn't even sort out the slightest thread.

Wu Jin stood in place, waiting for him to continue talking about the situation in Mofu, but before he could speak, he heard the sound of the two arguing in the room, as if they had different opinions on this morning's meal.

He asked Yin Bei in a low voice: "Haven't you written a book to Your Majesty?" ”

Yin Bei was stunned when he heard this: "I don't know." ”

Wu Jin was also stunned, and at the same time, he silently sorted out the Mo Mansion at this time into countless lines in his mind, and carefully divided the priorities, and the internal and external intimacy.

He didn't know how Zhao Shiheng handled this huge matter, let alone how many things were waiting for him in the Mo Mansion, he was far less sophisticated and smart than Zhao Shiheng, so he could only come the same.

"Apart from the festival envoy, who else in the duty room can play the book?"

"Whose official do you mean?" Yin Bei asked and answered this time, and told him about the situation in the room.

There are judges, secretaries, pushers, government officials, important registrations, and important relatives under the Jiedu envoys, as well as countless military and deputy envoys.

The festival envoy is a false position, regardless of soldiers and horses, grain and grass, taxes, only use seals, so his subordinates are divided into two factions, one is waste, and the other is pure waste.

The waste faction will read official documents and use seals, and the pure waste faction will eat idle meals, and the two factions will waste time in Mofu together, their minds will regress, and they will not be anyone's opponent when they are released.

Wu Jin listened, laughed and laughed, and asked Yin Bei to inform the wasters that today he had prepared a recital for Mo Jiedu to be unconscious, and sent it from the delivery shop to Kyoto, no matter what His Majesty did, they could not hide it.

Yin Bei got the order and went immediately.

After a while, the room on duty was shocked to realize that he had almost committed the crime of defrauding the king, and under the pressure, he did not dare to play Tai Chi, so he gathered together to write a recital.

There are very few official affairs outside, only this one, and after the disposal, the rest is the family affairs of the Mo Mansion.

Mofu has complicated family affairs, he can't stand here to deal with it, Yin Bei wanted him to go to the flower hall used by Zhao Shiheng, he waved his hand and went to Jiusixuan.

Menzi sent all the worship posts over, most of them were in the form of a door, which could be ignored, and the prefect, Zhizhou and others worshipped the posts, Wu Jin thought about it again and again, and asked Yin Bei to send people to visit each house in person, and there were questions and answers.

The Liu family can also ignore it, but they must keep an eye on it.

Yin Bei was busy going in and out, busy and organized, and the mess in his mind was also unraveled, and finally according to what Wu Jin said, he went to reprimand and rectify the people in the house.

He forgot the word "reprimand", and at the same time forgot the word "Wang Fa" in the back of his mind, or took the iron-blooded road when Mo Qianlan was there, and hung up the restless subordinate and whipped a hundred whips, the flesh and blood of the direct draw were blurred, only the air was out, not the air intake.

Mo Mansion once again restored the lifelessness of Mo Qianlan's time, and the subordinates became clay carvings and wood sculptures, each performing their own duties, and did not dare to be careless.

Then Yin Bei once again followed the instructions and picked out two stable and reliable aunts from the aunts, who took care of Mo Qianlan in the second hall.

The two aunts have big shoulders and round waists, are stable and heavy, and together they can eat half a sheep, but they are from a poor family, and they are exceptionally able to bear hardships and stand hard work, and serve Mo Qianlan closely, which is much more dedicated than their subordinates.

Wu Jin arranged these things and began to write letters to Mo Lingfeng - she couldn't hide it, but she also had to write it to reassure her.