Jinjiang's Yizhuang was originally located in the far side of the city. Entering Beiliang and walking for a while, you can get there.
And speaking of that Yi Zhuang, it is a stain in Jing Rong's life!
Thinking of the woman in his arms who threw him to sleep in Yizhuang for one night, he wanted to cry without tears!
The corners of the eyes twitched slightly!
Ji Yunshu looked at the raining sky and worried: "In this situation, the rain will only get heavier and heavier. If there is a flood or the mountain collapses, the consequences will be unimaginable. You should rush to the Yizhuang in front first."
Jingrong thinking!
The guards were still pushing the carriage that was stuck in the mud, and although they tried their best to suck, they still couldn't push the wheels of the carriage out.
Those loess-like waters are like rolling mud, rushing down from the uphill, rushing down a lot of inexplicable small things and some messy branches!
There is a great tendency to form floods!
Jing Rong looked at the woman in her arms, and saw that the clothes on her left shoulder had been soaked by the heavy rain, and her feet were all submerged in the yellow mud water, turning into mud soup.
then-
Jing Rong immediately ordered, "Leave a few people here to continue pushing the cart. This king will take Mr. Ji to the Yizhuang in front, and you will follow after."
"Yes!"
Lang Bo responded and ordered a few guards to stay.
When Jing Rong and the others were about to get into the carriage behind—
Ji Yunshu suddenly remembered, "Wait, there is a painting on the carriage, I want to take it with me."
"Don't move, I'll get it."
After Jing Rong finished speaking, she had already carried her umbrella into the carriage, took down the rolled up painting, handed it to her, and got into the carriage at the back.
As soon as I entered the carriage, I was greeted by a strong aroma of wine.
Moruo lay in it like a corpse, surrounded by wine bottles that were swaying around.
Wondering!
How much wine is this kid hiding
Jing Rong looked disgusted!
Push him aside.
Ji Yunshu held the already wet painting and wiped it with his still dry sleeves.
Very protective!
Wei Yi blinked and asked her, "Shu Er, what is this?"
"portrait!"
"Whose portrait is it?"
"dead person's."
Wei Yi's eyes twitched, but his expression was very indifferent, and his eyes were still staring closely.
The wet strands of hair on his forehead were dripping down on his long eyelashes and on his delicate face.
It wasn't until his vision was blocked that he raised his sleeves and wiped them away.
Jing Rong also stretched his head to look, curious, "Who is painted in this portrait?"
The vinegar jar is about to be overturned again!
She replied softly, "Remember what I told you about the strange skeleton in "Linjing Case"?"
"Remember!"
"These days, I have been assembling the portrait of the skeleton, and it has almost taken shape in the past two days."
"Um."
He nodded lightly.
At this moment, Tang Si, who originally got off the carriage to be a crowd of onlookers, also rubbed up.
The cake in hand has not been eaten yet.
Sitting down next to Mo Ruo, he gave him a scornful look, "It's really a wine jar. I'm too embarrassed to say that I can't pour a thousand cups, but I only drank a few jars with me, so I can't fall down."
snorted.
And kicked him in the thigh.
Then, his eyes lingered on the people on the opposite side and asked, "By the way, what kind of Yizhuang did you say you were going to? Where is Yizhuang? Is it the same as your inn in the Central Plains?"
"Yeah." Ji Yunshu nodded.
"It's good, after so long, I can finally have a good rest."
"That's not a place for the living to rest."
Um
Frowning and confused, "Isn't it for the living? Is it for the dead?"
Ji Yunshu smiled and did not respond to her.
The atmosphere in the whole car is extremely cold!
Tang Si's entire face twisted into one piece, as if he realized something.
I looked at the half of the cake that I had not finished eating, I lost my appetite and threw it out of the car window.
Soon, the carriage bypassed the carriage that was deep in the mud in front of it, entered the Beiliang area, and headed towards Yizhuang.
After more than half an hour, they finally arrived at Yizhuang.
Yizhuang under the heavy rain looked very strange.
The two red lanterns hanging outside the door were swaying, and one of them was blown by the wind so that the paper on it was torn to a pulp.
Lang Bo dismounted and led a guard to knock on the door of Yizhuang.
Maybe it was because of the loud rain, and Fu Bo's ears were not easy to use. After knocking for a long time, the dilapidated door slowly opened.
Uncle Fu held up an old and yellowed oil-paper umbrella, opened the door only halfway, and leaned out halfway inside.
That Zhang Canglan looked at the two people outside.
"Who are the two?"
Lang Bo was about to speak—
"Fuber!"
Ji Yunshu's voice came from the carriage, she got off the horse to hold an umbrella, and came over with a soaked robe.
The moment he saw her, Fu Bo was shocked!
"Mr. Ji?"
After the words fell, he immediately opened the other half of the door and asked in surprise, "Mr. Ji, didn't you go to the capital?"
Ji Yunshu smiled warmly, "I have been through here recently."
"Oh, that's it, you're back. You've been gone for a few months since you left. If you don't come, I'm a lot deserted here."
This…
What does this mean
Ji Yunshu's mouth twitched!
At this moment, Jing Rong and the others also got off the carriage.
Mo Ruozhen woke up as soon as he got to the ground, but he was squinting at the carriage under his eyes.
Uncle Fu looked at everyone and saw that they were all wet, so he quickly said, "Why is it raining so hard? Come on, come in, come in quickly, it's raining so hard outside, come in quickly."
With the tone of an elder!
While welcoming everyone in.
But when Wei Yi came in from the gate and passed in front of Uncle Fu, he was obviously stunned for a moment, and the powerless eyes suddenly enlarged in an instant.
The oil-paper umbrella in his hand trembled suddenly!
Exactly—
Ji Yunshu saw it!
But she didn't care.
After a group of people came in in a hurry, they squeezed from the door into the yard, leaving a messy and soil-stained shoe print, and as the door opened, a strong wind whistled in, with a gust of rain.
The incense paper in the yard was also blown by the gust of wind, all rolled up from the ground and flew around the yard!
Accompanied by the white smoke of the incense candles that lingered upward, the whole Yizhuang was permeated with strangeness.
Uncle Fu took everyone into the hall. In addition to the smell of incense candles, there was also a strong smell of Cangzhu!
On the far left, there are many coffins!
Several others were not placed in the coffin, but were placed directly on the cold plate, covered with a white cloth.
As soon as Tang Si came in, his eyes almost burst out.
Grabbing Mo Ruo's clothes with one hand, he approached Ji Yunshu and asked, "Aji, what the hell is this place?"
She replied lightly, "Didn't I say it? It's a place for the dead to rest."
"This... is really a place for the dead to rest."
Although she is not afraid, she has never stayed with a dead person in this way.
So, instinctively shrank in the direction of Ji Yunshu.