Mu Kuangda was making tea and drinking, while Changliu-jun was having lunch on the side. He put his mask on the short table, and his face was clearly tattooed. He stared at Wu Du while eating.
"Let you play with Yao Zheng." Mu Kuangda said casually, "Why did you lose someone and come back by yourself?"
Wu Du said, "She looks down on me."
Mu Kuangda put a cup of tea beside the desk, Wu Du took a sip of it with a little panic in his eyes.
"Face." Mu Kuangda said, "I earned it for myself."
"Yes." Wu Du felt that his face was dull, he didn't know what to say for a long time, Mu Kuang reached a point, and then said: "The trick of coaxing a girl, if you don't know, you should study more, and you can't let go of yours. Stubborn, let you kill people, if you don't go, let you coax the county master, if you don't go, then say it yourself, what do you want to do?"
"Definitely go." Wu Du swallowed his anger and replied.
"Take a look at this recipe." Mu Kuangda handed Wu Du another prescription and said, "Prepare the medicine and tell me how it works within a month."
Wu Du hurriedly nodded and said yes, and Mu Kuangda said, "If you are unsure, find someone to try."
Only then did Wu Du get up and retire, and Lord Changliu reminded: "Tea."
Wu Du had no choice but to come back, finish the tea that the Prime Minister had rewarded, bowed to Mu Kuangda, nodded to Lord Changliu, and went back.
Duan Ling was still lying in the yard. He had already woken up, but he didn't dare to speak, for fear that he would be killed again.
He heard the bang of the door being slammed and someone came back.
Wu Du returned to the room, kicked down the medicine case with one foot, humiliated to the extreme, took a deep breath, sat on the threshold, looked up at the clear sky, stepped forward a moment later, grabbed Duan Ling's hair, and lifted him up. When he got up, Duan Ling had to open his eyes and was thrown aside by Wu Du. His eyes were full of fear, and he stared at Wu Du.
It only took him a very short time to recognize Wu Du. When Yen Yin saw the tattoo on his neck, all the past events came to his mind in an instant. The heavy snow in Beijing, the golden centipede curled up in a ball... Duan Ling felt that he Can't escape.
"What's your name?" Wu Du said coldly.
Duan Ling opened his mouth, but was speechless.
Wu Du's brows were deeply furrowed and his face was sullen. After looking at it for a while, he seemed to have thought of something, and asked, "Where are you from?"
Duan Ling didn't dare to answer. From these two sentences, he discovered one thing: for now, he should be safe, and Wu Du doesn't seem to know him.
The first time he met Wu Du was in the pharmacy in Shangjing. That night, the lights were dim and the sky was snowing. He was only eight years old. After that, Wu Du never saw him again.
"Dumb?" Wu Du said again.
Duan Ling hid in the corner, and to avoid arousing Wu Du's suspicion, he began to pretend to be very scared and did not look at him.
Wu Du stared at Duan Ling for a moment, bewildered, and said, "Speak."
Duan Ling shook his head, opened his mouth, and wanted to say something, but found that he really couldn't speak. When the words reached his mouth, his vocal cords were uncontrollable, and he only made a low "ah" sound.
Wu Du heard it, this young man was a mute.
Wu Du frowned slightly, feeling that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell, and after a while, he turned around and went in.
As soon as Wu Du walked away, Duan Ling watched his actions vigilantly. Seeing that Wu Du's goal was obviously not on him, he felt relieved a little and began to think.
where is this place? He briefly explained what happened to him, and when he thought about it, his head began to ache. First, he came to Xichuan, found Lang Junxia, and the two drank. Lang Junxia poisoned the wine and vegetables...
Duan Ling looked at his clothes, which were half wet, and his fingers were wrinkled from the blisters.
Lang Junxia wants to kill him? Yes, at least at the last moment, he felt it, but why didn't he die? Even here, was it Wu Du who saved him instead
Wu Du took a nap in the room, woke up not long after, and took a look in the yard again, seeing Duan Ling still there, not running, curled up on his knees, drowsy like a dog.
"Eat it." Wu Du threw out two dough cakes and dropped them on the ground, then scooped up a bowl of water and placed them in front of Duan Ling.
Duan Ling glanced at Wu Du and did not dare to touch what he gave him. Wu Du turned around and went back in. Duan Ling looked around in the courtyard and saw Wu Du facing a book and studying a recipe. He must have no time to take care of him. Hunger was defeated. After thinking about it, Duan Ling picked up the cake and ate it.
With a burning throat, Duan Ling tried to speak in a low voice, but found that he couldn't speak, and was hoarse.
Why did Lang Junxia kill me? Duan Ling felt the danger, but if Lang Junxia found out that he was not dead, he would definitely try to kill him. If he wanted to save his life, he had to leave Xichuan as soon as possible.
But where is the father? He should not be in Xichuan, but he can't find out where he is going. With his temperament, maybe one person and one sword, riding thousands of miles to the sky, leaving the imperial city, wandering the world, looking for his whereabouts, when will they meet again
There were two paths in front of Duan Ling. One was to flee as soon as possible before Wu Du found out who he was, to find Li Jianhong.
The other is to stay here temporarily, but you need to be very careful, presumably the Mu family, Wu Du and others don't know their identity, only Lang Junxia recognizes him, but because Lang Junxia didn't hand him over to anyone, he killed him directly. In terms of his actions, Lang Junxia should not want people to know that Duan Ling is in Xichuan.
The second way is safer. At least in Wudu, as long as Lang Junxia doesn't find out, he can wait for the day when Li Jianhong returns to the capital.
Duan Ling decided to temporarily observe for a while.
Wu Du struggled with the prescription for an afternoon, and seemed to have a headache. He stood in the yard for a while, carrying a noose, put it on Duan Ling's neck, and tightened it.
Duan Ling blushed immediately, thinking that Wu Du was going to hang him, he grabbed the rope with both hands to loosen it, but Wu Du did not speak, and tied the other end of the rope to the door handle of the firewood room, like a Duan Ling is usually tied to a dog, and he goes out of the yard again.
The range of the rope was just enough to reach the thatched hut and firewood shed, so Duan Ling was kept in the yard like this.
When he came back at night, Wu Du looked irritable again, and threw Duan Ling some food. Duan Ling ate it, the lights were lit in the room, and Wu Du's shadow was reflected on the window. In the middle of the night, Wu Du came out and took a look.
The boy was no longer in the yard.
One end of the rope was tied to the door of the woodshed, and the other end went into the woodshed.
Apparently Duan Ling found a place to sleep.
Wu Du suddenly felt amused, closed the door, and fell asleep.
Duan Ling was lying in the woodshed, trying to untangle the knot on the noose around his neck, but it was made of beef tendon rope. Comfortable.
He turned over and over in his mind, still thinking about Lang Junxia's table dish. After thinking about it clearly, he was not angry at all, but felt very sad. He couldn't tell whether it was because he was sad because his father was right, or because Lang Junxia betrayed his trust.
That night, lying on the cold and hard ground of the woodshed, he had a dream.
He dreamed that he woke up in the splendid palace, called Dad twice, and the guard hurried forward and said to him: "His Royal Highness, His Majesty is in the morning, so I will go and call."
Duan Ling was lying on the bed of the palace. After a while, Li Jianhong, wearing a slim court dress, walked in with a smile, sat beside the couch, and said, "Are you awake?"
Duan Ling hummed and wanted to lie down for a while, so Li Jianhong lay down with his clothes on, accompanies his son to the bed, gave a few orders to the outside of the tent, and brought in some peach blossoms for the prince and put them in a vase.
Duan Ling seemed to have returned to his childhood, resting on Li Jianhong's shoulder and arm, playing with his father's waist pendant, the half-piece of jade.
The sunlight poured in from outside the tent and shone on Duan Ling's face. He opened his eyes, woke up, and faced the cracks on the roof of the firewood house. Zhou lingered, and he climbed out of the firewood room. In the early morning, the prime minister's house was full of birds chirping, and Wu Du's door was still closed.
Duan Ling had a rope tied around his neck. Over the night, his neck was rubbed to pieces. He went to the well fence to fetch water, washed his face, washed his neck, and washed away the sour smell.
When Wu Du heard the voices outside, he became puzzled. He was wearing a snow-white single-clothing. He stood in the door and looked out. When Duan Ling washed his face, he poured water on the flower fences in the courtyard. Some places were too far away. , Duan Ling was restricted by the beef tendon rope, so he had to give up.
Finally, he filled a bucket of water, placed it in the center of the yard, and pushed it forward. Wu Du understood that it was for himself.
After Duan Ling finished his work, he sat beside the flower fence, leaned against the courtyard wall, and looked at the indigo blue sky.
After Wu Du got up, he washed quickly, changed his clothes, and left the yard.
Duan Ling sat in the courtyard for a while, still thinking about the way to go. He suddenly encountered this change and his mood gradually calmed down. According to Lang Junxia's actions, Mu Kuangda should be very afraid of his existence, and now he must save his life, and he will grow in Japan.
For several days, Wu Du went in and out. He went out in the morning, and when he came back at noon, he was always angry. In the afternoon, he began to cut and boil the medicine. A few days later, Wu Du came out with a bowl of medicine and said to Duan Ling, "Open your mouth."
Duan Ling opened his mouth and Wu Du poured the medicine down on him. When the medicine hit his throat, it was as uncomfortable as a fire. Duan Ling was in great pain. He was lying on the wall and retching. reaction.
Duan Ling's internal organs were throbbing. After a while, he lay on the side and vomited at the flower bar. Wu Du looked at it for a while, and found that Duan Ling's neck had been wounded by the tendon rope. He turned red and saw flesh. Go inside, take out a sword, and move it towards Duan Ling's neck.
Duan Ling instinctively ducked, but the sword was as fast as lightning, breaking the rope around his neck.
Duan Ling vomited for a while, and lay on the ground exhausted like a dead dog. Wu Du took a chair, sat beside him, and said coldly, "Who gave you the poison|medicine?"
Duan Ling's pupils gradually enlarged, Wu Du observed his eyes for a while, and then asked, "Can you write?"
Duan Ling moved his fingers, Wu Du stuffed a charcoal stick between his fingers, but Duan Ling couldn't hold it, his hand kept shaking, and the charcoal stick fell off. Wu Du's voice suddenly came near and far, and Duan Ling heard him say: "Looking at your appearance, it looks like you have been caught in the silence. This kind of poison is not easy to grasp, who has a deep hatred with your family."
Duan Ling's five senses and six senses slowly returned. He opened his mouth and let out an unconscious "ah" sound. Wu Du observed it for a while and said, "The poison has not been eliminated yet, so let's do it first."
Just at this moment, someone walked into the courtyard, but it was Lord Changliu.
"What is this?" Chang Liujun asked in confusion.
"This is my medicine person." Wu Du said, "It's for testing medicine."
Lord Changliu didn't ask any more questions and said, "The shepherd has passed on you."
Wu Du had to get up, threw Duan Ling in the courtyard, and left again.
Duan Ling felt like a twist in his stomach. After vomiting and diarrhoea, he felt much better. When Wu Du came back in the evening, he saw Duan Ling wiping the place where he had vomited, and was still turning the soil over the flower fence. Wu Du took a poisonous dragon grass and planted it on the soil in the courtyard.
Duan Ling looked at Wu Du's actions and didn't ask any further questions. Wu Du wanted to water the transplanted herbs, but Duan Ling waved his hand and signaled not to water at this time. Wu Du looked puzzled and got up. Duan Ling did a few things. A gesture, meaning let him come.
Wu Du kicked Duan Ling aside and poured half a bowl of water into the flower pen. Two days later, the leaves of the dragon grass turned yellow and were planted to death.
Wu Du pulled out the grass and found that the roots were soaked and rotten, so he had to go to Mu Kuangda again and send someone to dig the herb. After getting some soil, first plant the dragon grass in a small bowl where you drink water, flick a little water on the leaves with your fingers, and then put it in a cool place.
"Are you a gardener?" Wu Du asked.
Duan Ling looked at Wu Du. Wu Du wanted to appear on the banks of the tributaries of the Minjiang River. Maybe it was floating downstream from the upper reaches of Xichuan. Maybe his father was a gardener or a farmer. This would be good and save a lot of trouble.