Duan Ling took the reward money from the medicine and went to the market to buy some wine and vegetables, cut some marinated meat, and when he returned to the courtyard, Wu Du said: "Why did you come back at this time?"
"I heard that it's too late to hear the book." Duan Ling replied, laying out the wine and vegetables, and handed the rest of the money to Wu Du.
Wu Du looked at Duan Ling with very complicated eyes.
"I must be very happy to get the reward." Wu Du said, "I have wine to drink and meat to eat."
Duan Ling could hear that Wu Du was angry, but it didn't seem to be because of his late return, and he didn't delay for long. It only took half an hour to write an article. He was a little clueless about Wu Du's mind, but when he was about to explain, he was greeted by a loud noise. The whole case was kicked outside by Wu Du, and Duan Ling was startled. There was a look of fear in his eyes.
"I have learned this martial art." Wu Du said in a cold tone, "Like a dog, I gave the young master of the Prime Minister's residence spring medicine, and only after getting two rewards, I could eat wine and vegetables, and I was so happy that I didn't know what to do. Woolen cloth."
Duan Ling understood, but he didn't know how to comfort Wu Du. He saw Wu Du slowly get up, walked down the corridor, and let out a long sigh.
Duan Ling carefully packed up the delicious food, picked up the broken porcelain, set up the table, and still arranged the dishes neatly, and said, "Let's eat."
The two ate the soiled dishes, and after Duan Ling went to wash the dishes, as if nothing had happened, Wu Du also went to sleep with his clothes on.
The next day, Duan Ling thought it was time to come. In the morning, Wu Du was punching in the courtyard, and Duan Ling followed him.
"I don't accept apprentices." Wu Du said casually, his profile was stern, he turned around and stepped forward, and pushed out the open mountain palm, but Duan Ling watched his movements intently, followed step by step, and opened his posture.
Wu Du suddenly stopped, lifted his foot and kicked his knee, Duan Ling fell coldly, Wu Du stretched his foot to trip him again, Duan Ling rushed forward, staggered to his feet, Wu Du stumbled again, Duan Ling threw again, Four or five times in a row, Wu Du couldn't help but laugh.
"You're training like a spinning top." Wu Du laughed.
Duan Ling also thought it was funny, and got up in a dusty suit. Wu Du said, "You're not a martial artist, so save it."
After Wu Du walked away, Duan Ling replayed Wu Du's drill based on his memory, and was ridiculed again. Wu Du sat on the threshold and couldn't stop laughing at him. After a while, a maid came over and said that the Prime Minister Please, take the little servant along by the way.
Wu Du's expression changed slightly, remembering what Duan Ling had told him a few days ago, he was not very suspicious when he met Mu Kuangda.
"If the prime minister interrogates me about my origin..." Duan Ling said to Wu Du, beating a drum in his heart.
Wu alone knew what was wrong. In the prime minister's mansion, he took in a young servant for no reason. This matter is not big or small. If he doesn't explain clearly, Mu Kuangda will show his face and let him stay. Pulled to join the army or sold, Wu Du also has no choice.
"Later the Prime Minister asks you anything, but don't say anything." Wu Du said to Duan Ling, "I will answer for you."
Duan Ling nodded, followed Wu Du and entered the inner garden of the Prime Minister's mansion. Someone came up to pick them up and led them into the main courtyard.
I saw Mu Kuangda sitting behind the desk, with the restless Mu Qing standing beside him, behind him was the masked Changliu Jun, and an old man, presumably Mr.
Wu Du narrowed his eyes slightly, while Mu Kuangda drank tea to himself, with the papers written by Duan Ling and written by Mu Qing spread out in front of him.
"What's your name?" Mu Kuangda asked Duan Ling.
Duan Ling was silent, Wu Du frowned, and said to Duan Ling, "The prime minister asked you, are you deaf?"
Duan Ling thought that it was you who told me to keep silent, so I forgot after walking down the corridor.
"Wang Shan." Duan Ling replied, not daring to look at Mu Kuangda, but Mu Kuangda just glanced at it and remembered it, and said, "The one who delivered the medicine, I saw you the other day, and the medicine was for the crickets. After living for so many years, I have opened my eyes a second time, I don’t know that crickets also have medicine, how can you study these things all day long, Wu Du?”
Wu Du did not speak, the room was silent, Mu Kuangda took his son's paper and said to Duan Ling, "Wang Shan, this article is the knife you caught for the young master?"
"He taught me to write..." Mu Qing explained.
"Shut up!" Mu Kuangda said angrily, and Mu Qing was too frightened to speak.
Wu Du looked at Duan Ling strangely, and Duan Ling replied, "I'll continue for the young master."
Mu Kuangda said: "Mr. gave you a question, you write it now, and write it aside."
Duan Ling glanced at Mu Qing, but Mu Qing looked apologetic and nodded at him to show his encouragement. Duan Ling lowered his head and sat down to the side. The husband first picked up the pen and wrote two lines. To Duan Ling, Duan Ling took it, pondered for a while, and wrote.
"Sit down." Mu Kuangda then said to Wu Du.
Wu Du sat beside him, but his eyes were always fixed on Duan Ling, his eyes were extremely complicated.
"I don't know where you bought the little servant." Mu Kuangda said to Wu Du.
Duan Ling's writing hand trembled a little. Wu Du looked at Duan Ling for a long time, but Mu Kuangda drank tea to himself. Duan Ling finally couldn't help it. He raised his eyes and glanced at Wu Du with pleading in his eyes.
Perhaps it was the look in his expectant eyes and the light of the setting sun that touched Wu Du when he was standing outside the Taixue that day, or perhaps it was the moment in his eyes that made Wu Du feel sympathetic again.
Wu Du finally couldn't bear it, and he made up a few lies to Duan Ling, explaining: "His father is a medicine dealer, and he is an old friend of mine. He lived in Xunbei when he was a child. His mother died early. In business, after his father died and had nowhere to go, he came to join me, and thinking of his old friend's feelings, he allowed him to live in the secluded courtyard for a while. I'm more of a no-brainer."
After Wu Du finished speaking, he looked at Mu Kuangda, but Mu Kuangda didn't even look at Wu Du, and asked Duan Ling, "Have you ever read a private school?"
Duan Ling didn't say a word, and Wu Du replied on his behalf: "His father originally wanted him to study and get a name, but in troubled times, it can't be delayed for a few years."
Mu Qing stretched his neck and peeked at the article written by Duan Ling, Mu Kuangda coughed, and Mu Qing's neck immediately shrank back like a turtle.
Mu Kuangda obviously did not speculate on Wu Du's words for a long time. The hall was silent, except for the slight sound of Duan Ling's brush dragging on the rice paper when he was writing.
In this silence, Wu Du spoke first.
"But no one has come to deliver meals for several days." Wu Du said, "Since the prime minister's house does not support idle people, I am thinking of saying goodbye to the shepherd for the past few days."
Mu Kuangda almost spit out a sip of tea, and was stunned for a while, then guessed what happened.
The prime minister still needs this bit of face. He recruited a guest, but he did not give him three meals a day. If it was spread out, he would be laughed at to death. In a second, he knew that it was Lord Changliu who deliberately humiliated Wudu, but he didn’t point it out. He ordered, ""Call the kitchen, go now, and then go three meals a day in the secluded courtyard, and the family method will kill you. "
Wu Du's expression improved now. Presumably it wasn't Mu Kuangda who came to fix him on purpose. During the weather, Duan Ling put the pen on the pen holder and made a soft sound. The gentleman took the article and placed it in front of Mu Kuangda.
Mu Kuangda just glanced at it and said to Duan Ling: "From tomorrow onwards, come over to read with the young master during the day, and go back to serve your foster father in the afternoon."
After speaking, Mu Kuangda said to Wu Du again: "It only takes a knife to kill a person, but it takes a lifetime to raise a person. This is the merit of your life."
Changliu-jun picked up the conversation and said, "It would be good to change careers and become a teacher."
Mu Qing burst out laughing, and in the quiet hall, the laughter was extremely abrupt.
Duan Ling's hanging heart fell to the ground, and it seemed that he was thousands of miles away from the final goal, but at present, although there was a little thrill, everything seemed to be developing in the direction that was most beneficial to him.
"Let's take it back." Mu Kuangda said, "How is your medicine?"
Wu Du replied, "I'm still doing it."
Duan Ling got up in a hurry and followed Wu Du out.
After Wu Du left, Mu Kuangda drank another sip of tea and said, "Scholars can be killed but not shamed, Lord Changliu, can you be a little more ambitious? What's the point of making such a prank all day?"
Lord Changliu had to bow.
"Go on." Mu Kuangda said to Mu Qing again, "You are limited to finish this article within one month."
"If you dare to deal with it indiscriminately, every day I go to court, you will move a small stool, sit behind me and the doctor of the censor, and write your nonsense article."
Mu Qing hurriedly nodded and escaped.
Duan Ling thought that after returning home, Wu Du didn't know how to attack. He had already expected this reaction, but he had no choice in front of him. The only way to go is to offend Wu Du. He remembered the past along the way, and felt extremely apologetic in his heart. He had never lied before, but since Lang Junxia took him to Beijing, he told the first lie in his life.
My name is Duan Ling, and my father's name is Duan Sheng...
In order to survive, he had to lie, and slowly, he began to understand the meaning behind the lie, and he began to weave more lies to deceive many people to protect himself. But no matter who he lied to, there was nothing that made him feel more guilty than lying to Wu Du.
Wu Du's face was very ugly along the way, and he didn't say a word.
Back in the courtyard, Duan Ling just turned around when Wu Du grabbed his collar and dragged him into the courtyard. Duan Ling fell to the ground and just stumbled to his feet when Wu Du grabbed his throat and choked him. Press in front of the column.
"I don't see that you are very scheming." Wu Du's eyes were full of hostility, and he said, "Do you just want to climb up like that?"
Duan Ling was strangled by the neck, and tears welled up in his eyes. He was indeed very sad and looked at Wu Du with guilt. Wu Du held him like this, motionless, and gradually, his anger subsided in front of Duan Ling's eyes, and he let go of his hand.
Duan Ling knelt on the ground, coughing and retching, Wu Du stood in front of him, his face gloomy, but he was no longer as angry as before.
"I'm sorry." Duan Ling replied.
He didn't clear his responsibility, he could have put it all on Muqing. For example, when he was delivering medicine, he was dragged by him to ask questions, and then asked him to help write articles, and promised to reward him with money... But all of this is honestly his own. Think about it, including how to explain it.
But he didn't want to deceive Wu Du, so he simply said: "You are right, I want to climb up."
"Serve your new master." Wu Du replied, then went back to his room and slammed the door.
Duan Ling sat under the corridor for a while. Wu Du was obviously a little surprised. Duan Ling didn't explain, and said "I want to climb up" so lightly, but he didn't have an excuse to get angry.
After a while, Wu Du opened the door again and said to Duan Ling, "Aren't you leaving yet?!"
Duan Ling: "..."
Wu Du was always angry, but this anger came and went quickly, just like thunder and rain. .
"I'm used to being poor." Duan Ling hugged his knees, sat in front of the porch, and said casually, "I'm also used to wandering. I don't want to be looked down upon or betrayed by others, I want to decide my own life."
In the room, Wu Du did not speak.
Duan Ling added: "I don't want others to decide when I die, when to live, how to die, and how to live. I'm afraid, I want to live well."
Duan Ling looked back into the room, the door was left with a crack after the door slammed.
"So I want to climb up." Duan Ling said, "I'm sorry, Wu Du."
Duan Ling approached the door and looked in through the crack. Seeing Wu Du sitting in the dark room without speaking, Duan Ling pushed open the door and the sunlight came in and fell on Wu Du. Without saying a word, he turned around to fetch water to water the flowers and take care of the plants in the yard.
"Your life will determine the lives of many people."
A long-lost sentence resounded in Wu Du's mind, so long that he even forgot the gentle voice.
"Everyone who died under your hands, even if they had 10,000 reasons for having to die, when your sword pierced in, everything in their lives would vanish. But what about you? The power of life and death, have you ever thought about yourself?"