They're all dead!
The slap almost sent Ji Lingzhi's tiny body to the ground.
She covered her face and looked up at the person in front of her in shock.
She couldn't help but shrink back.
Ji Yunshu reprimanded her, "You lack discipline at such a young age. Your parents didn't teach you to be kind, so I'll teach you a lesson today."
Her eyes were fierce.
"Don't think that just because you're young, you can say whatever you want. Just because you have the protection of your family, you can be arrogant, domineering, and do whatever you want. If there's no one to teach you, wouldn't it be easy for you to commit murder and arson? Didn't the Headmaster of the Academy teach you the principle of doing one thing and saying one word? Don't you know that your third brother died because of this? Do you want to be the next one? "
Ugh!
Ji Lingzhi covered her burning cheeks. She was scared out of her wits.
Her big round eyes stared at Ji Yunshu.
In her mind, Ji Yunshu was supposed to be gentle, weak, and easily bullied. How did she become so fierce in just a few months?
She wrinkled her nose and sniffled, sobbing, "I'm going to tell father that you hit me."
"Whatever."
Little girl, I'm afraid that old man will beat you up first.
Ji Lingzhi cried her heart out.
However, in the next moment, Ji Yunshu snatched the cactus from her hands in a domineering manner.
She raised her eyebrows and said, "Don't you like to snatch other people's things? This cactus looks pretty good. I want it. "
"Give it back."
"Dream on!"
Ji Yunshu swaggered away with the spoils of war she snatched.
She could only hear the heart-wrenching cries behind her.
She came out of the Wei Mansion.
Jing Rong was still sitting on the same chair, leisurely sipping his tea. Beside him, two servants stood deferentially, serving him as if they were his parents.
When she came out, Jing Rong got up to greet her. He was stunned when he noticed the two things she was holding in her arms.
One was an unknown object wrapped in cloth.
The other was a cactus.
Did this woman go in just to get this?
She explained, "This is my mother's memorial tablet. I don't want her to stay here. As for this cactus, I snatched it."
She raised her proud little eyes.
Snatch it?
"What a surprise. You, Ji Yunshu, have also learned to snatch other people's things?"
"I have to learn something. I can't always be snatched away by others."
"This King likes these words. Moreover, others can forget about snatching this King's things."
He was naturally referring to Ji Yunshu!
How shameful!
Back at the Wei Mansion.
At the main entrance, Wei Yi sat on the stone steps outside the door. He rested his chin on his hands and looked down at his clean shoes. His toes tapped the ground rhythmically, but he seemed to be lost in thought.
"Wei Yi?"
He looked up at the sound and immediately jumped up with a bright smile on his face.
"Shu 'er."
"Why are you here?"
"I'll wait for you."
He was always like this!
Ji Yunshu smiled and patted his head. Then, she passed the cactus to him.
He tilted his head. "What is this?"
"A potted plant. Give it to Uncle Fu and take good care of it."
"Alright."
He was very straightforward.
At this time, the Wei mansion's manservant ran out and bowed to Jing Rong.
"Your Highness, Lord Liu from the yamen is waiting for you inside."
Jing Rong narrowed his eyes. "Liu Qingping? What is he here for? "
"He brought a lot of gifts."
"He doesn't come without a reason!" He grumbled.
Ji Yunshu said, "I'll go and see Fu Bo."
"Mn."
They went their separate ways.
In the backyard.
In Fu Bo's room.
Mo Ruo had already treated the seven or eight whip wounds on his body. He had also applied medicine and bandaged them.
"Fortunately, they didn't hurt his muscles or bones. He'll be fine after a few days of rest."
"Many thanks, Young Master Mo."
"You're welcome." He said, "Fu Bo, you're already so old, yet you're still guarding the memorial hall and dealing with those corpses every day. You're not familiar with those people, but you've already arranged a place for them to be buried. You even burn three joss sticks every day. This kind of kindness makes this junior ashamed."
Now that he said it, it was true.
It was said that those who dealt with corpses were either coffins or inauspicious. Everyone scoffed at them and avoided them, afraid that they would bring bad luck to themselves. Therefore, Fu Bo didn't have many friends and didn't interact with others. He stayed in the memorial hall all year round. If the corpses sent over from the yamen were not claimed, he would do his best to find a place to bury them or burn them. He would then put the ashes into jars and pile them up behind the memorial hall.
So much so that when people passed by at night, they would often be scared half to death by those jars.
Others were doing good deeds on the surface, but wasn't Uncle Fu doing the same?
Fu Bo was pleased to hear Mo Ruo's words. "Young people nowadays rarely think like you."
Mo Ruo said, "It's just that not everyone in this world can see through it."
"You're right."
"Oh right, Fu Bo, don't you have a family?"
Family?
Fu Bo's face sank, revealing a trace of desolation.
He sighed, "Dead, they're all dead."
Tears welled up in his eyes.
Mo Ruo's hand froze in the middle of writing a prescription. He felt a little embarrassed.
"Please don't take it to heart."
"It's fine. It's all in the past anyway." He looked at Mo Ruo. "If my son was still alive, he would be about the same age as you now."
His words piqued Mo Ruo's curiosity.
"May I ask, what happened to your family?"
Fu Bo said, "They were burned to death in a fire. It's a sin for the old to send off the young."
How pitiful!
Mo Ruo didn't dare to ask further, for fear of reopening the wound in his heart.
Not long after, Ji Yunshu brought Wei Yi over.
Seeing that Fu Bo's complexion was much better, she was relieved.
"Fu Bo, rest here and recuperate. The people of the Wei Mansion will take good care of you. You don't have to worry about anything else."
"Teacher Ji, I really have to thank you. If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't have lived for more than a few days."
Wei Yi didn't wait for her to speak.
"That won't happen. Fu Bo, you'll live to a ripe old age. Moreover, you're such a good person. The heavens will protect you."
His face was resolute.
Uncle Fu looked at him, and his eyes couldn't help but reveal benevolence and doting, as well as sadness.
He smiled.
Wei Yi sat down on the bedside. "Fu Bo, you can stay here forever. Brother Mo Ruo is a divine doctor. He will definitely cure you."
"Thank you, Young Master Wei."
"No need to thank me. Mother said that saving a life is better than building a seven-storied pagoda. Fu Bo, you even let us rest at the memorial hall yesterday. You're a good person, and good people will be rewarded."
Fu Bo's eyes glistened with tears.
He held his hand and patted it twice.
"Yes, your mother was right. Saving a life is better than building a seven-storied pagoda. Your father and mother are both good people."
"Mm!"
He nodded heavily.
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