The carriage stopped in front of the middle gate, and the driver put on the reins, jumped sideways, pulled out the stool and placed it in front of the carriage.

Wu Yi rushed straight up, stretched out his hand to open the curtain, and didn't ask who was inside, he stretched out his hand to dig it out, and at the same time his voice was loud, mooing: "Brother! Brother!"

Cheng Ting secretly said that his father went to Jeju to take office, and pulled a few big carriages, Wu Jin was a bachelor of Hanlin and returned to the official, how to load a carriage in that pomp, it must not be Wu Jin.

He disagreed, stepped down the stone steps, tied his horse to the stone pillar, tied the horse, looked back, and was stunned.

Wu Jin's official robe was crane, holding Wu Yi's hand, bending down and getting out of the carriage, one long leg stretched straight, stepping on the horse stool, sensing Cheng Ting's gaze, and also looked over.

Wu Jin looked at Cheng Ting, her heart was quiet, and she couldn't help but smile, her brain was interrupted, and she swept over the scenery of many youths.

Both he and Mo Lingfeng have changed drastically in the torrent, but Cheng Ting has always been the same as when he was a teenager, carefree, not in the game, only in the world.

Cheng Ting is a sincere child, and he is on stage, no matter when they look back, he is like this.

Cheng Ting snorted and slapped the horse's back: "Wu Jin?"

The horse raised his head in surprise and neighed, Cheng Ting said "haha" twice, and went straight to Wu Jin: "Wu Jin, it's really you!"

When he arrived at the carriage, he stopped hurriedly and took a deep look two steps away: "The villain Cheng Ting, the famous master of Jeju criminal punishment, has seen Wu Tong's sentence."

He added another sentence in time: "My father, Cheng Taishan, the prefect of Jeju."

Wu Jin and Mo Lingfeng go hand in hand, he can't even jump up, and Cheng Taishan's weight will be useful, which can make him rank among Wu and Mo and continue to run rampant.

After the salute, he straightened his waist, strode forward, pouted Wu Yi with his buttocks, turned his back, took a horse step, bowed his upper body slightly, and slapped his backhand on the back: "I carry you."

Wu Jin stepped out of the carriage, reached out and patted him on the back, and said with a smile, "I can go."

Cheng Ting stood up straight, took the lantern from Wu Yi's hand, and looked at Wu Jin's face, his voice trembled: "You...... Why did you lose weight like this?"

Obviously, when Wu Jin left Kuanzhou, he was still infinitely powerful, and he could slap a person's face and push him out for more than ten steps, but now he can see his thinness at a glance.

Wu Yi got into the carriage to pick up the baggage, and finally took down a bamboo basket containing a book, glanced at Wu Jin, and his nose was sour: "Brother......

Wu Jin waved his hand, slowly straightened his body, smoothed the placket of his clothes, took the money and thanked the coachman sent by Tan Xuan, before holding Cheng Ting's hand and taking a deep breath: "If you lose weight, you can eat it back, it doesn't matter, let's go."

Cheng Ting firmly clamped Wu Jin's arm and carried him up the stone steps: "There is only this one box?"

Wu Jin nodded: "It's enough to have this box."

Wu Yi chased after him: "Brother, be careful to slide on the ground."

Cheng Ting grabbed Wu Jin in one hand and a lantern in the other, and the two walked side by side through the dark passage of the inner office - the inner office was large and empty for several months, and in a hurry, only two resident courtyards were cleaned.

After walking out for more than ten steps, Cheng Ting was sure that Wu Jin was not like Mo Qianlan, who dispersed as soon as the wind blew, so he quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

Wu Jin was sent all the way into the front hall, the lights in the front hall were not very bright, there were no candles, the front hall was big, and with only two oil lamps, it was still dim.

As soon as one foot entered the hospital, Wu Yi shouted loudly: "Auntie, brother is back!"

There was silence in the room for a moment, and then there was the sound of chaotic footsteps and the rolling of BMX bikes, and Wu's mother rushed out: "Boss!"

Wu Jin saw that her mother was rickety, staggering, and showing her old age, so she immediately knelt on the ground, took a few steps on her knees, and shouted, "Mother, my son is back."

Mother Wu stepped forward, hugged Wu Jin, and cried loudly: "My son! Do you hurt?"

She doesn't understand court affairs, doesn't understand how many conspiracies are involved, and doesn't care about the praise of literati, she only knows that her son was beaten by the court staff and almost lost his life.

The strong old woman who has gone through countless ups and downs is crying heartbreakingly at this moment, trembling all over her body when she cries, and covering Wu Jin's with her palms

On the back of her head, she pressed Wu Jin's head into her arms and burst into tears.

How can she not cry, how can she not be heartbroken, this is her son!

A burning stick hits the body, and it still leaves a mark, let alone a wrist-thick torture rod.

From the moment she learned the news, she had been holding back a stream of blood and tears in her heart, and she refused to cry easily - she was afraid that the tears would not be ominous, so she did not dare to cry, and until this moment, she dared to let out a cry of sorrow.

The cry swung out in a circle in the night, one had not dissipated, the other had already caught up, Wu Yi stood aside, holding a bamboo box in his hand, the clay sculpture was general, except for shedding tears, it was useless.

Cheng Ting stepped forward to separate the mother and son by brute force: "Auntie, don't cry, it's cold on the ground, it's not the time to kneel."

After that, he vigorously helped Wu Jin to get up: "Wu Jin, get up quickly, kowtow to filial piety, don't be in a hurry, your body is important."

Wu's mother listened to it in her ears, her heart was like a knife, tears were like rain, she couldn't help but reach out and rub Wu Jin's sleeve, and asked him if he was cold or hungry, but the words drowned in tears, and he couldn't say a word.

Wu Jin stretched out his hand to wipe away his mother's tears, but Wu's mother only felt that his hands were as cold as iron, and the tears became more and more unstoppable.

Cheng Ting said again: "Aunt, Wu Jin came back with the rapid march, I'm afraid I didn't eat well along the way, you go and get him something to eat."

Mother Wu held back her tears, put her palms on her sleeves, wiped her face, and nodded again and again: "Yes, what the third master said...... Lamb soup ...... I boiled mutton soup and cooked noodles."

She hurriedly turned around and went to the kitchen, limping away, not even taking the oil lamp, Cheng Ting stuffed the lantern into Wu Yi's hand: "Go and show your mother the way."

Wu Yi came back to his senses at this time, carrying a lantern and holding a box, to chase after Wu's mother. Look at the book

Cheng Ting took Wu Jin and walked inside: "Come in, when I went to ask for Dr. Li, his apprentice said that he had come."

Father Wu sat in the BMX, waiting inside the door, his eyes were red, he only hated himself for not being able to move, and said in a trembling voice: "Boss, you have been sinned, come quickly, quickly."

"Dad," Wu Jin stepped forward and choked up, "My son is unfilial, which worries you."

Wu's father was afraid of delaying Wu Jin's medical treatment, so he forcibly suppressed the tears that welled up: "Don't kneel, Dad doesn't need you to kneel, let Dr. Li take a look."

There was a charcoal basin in the house, burning vigorously, the big yellow dog was lying on the side of the charcoal basin, and when he saw Wu Jin, he got up slowly, shook his head and tail at Wu Jin, and then slowly lay down.

Li Yitie took out the pulse diagnosis from the medicine box and put it on the square table: "Wu Tongju, press the false ceremony for the time being, please."

Wu Jin walked over and sat down, stretched out his hand to the pulse diagnosis, and thanked him.

Cheng Ting and Father Wu subconsciously held their breath.

The room was silent, and after Li Yiti checked his pulse, he carefully looked at Wu Jin's nails, eyes, hair, and tongue, and after looking at it, he asked, "Is the mouth bitter?"

Wu Jin nodded.

"Hand," Li Yiti motioned for him to reach out again, put his fingers on the vein, cut the pulse again, and let go of his hand after a moment, "Is it the injury that Tai Hospital treated for you?"

Wu Jin said, "Yes, what's wrong?"

Father Wu rolled the wheel with both hands, and his eyes showed urgency: "Doctor Li, is my son's injury important?"