Unfortunately, before he could do anything, Master Mochou suddenly walked in from outside.
She was holding a pile of scriptures in her hands. When she heard Wen Si’s crying, she immediately walked quickly to Wen Si’s bed.
“What’s going on? Where does it hurt?”
Master Mochou quickly put down the scriptures, stepped forward to separate Beichen Yuan, and then hugged Wen Si, who was lying on the bed feeling aggrieved, into her arms.
She used her rough hands to gently wipe the tears from Wen Si’s cheeks, and said distressedly: “It’s okay, it’s okay. I have checked you. The wound on your forehead will not leave a scar, and the wounds on your body will not be serious. The same goes for your eyes. They will be healed in two days. Everything will be fine.”
Wen Si felt the cautious palm and subconsciously rubbed it.
Because she remembered that when her mother was still alive, she would hold her in her arms and comfort her every time she cried.
Beichen Yuan watched this scene again and again from the side.
After a moment of silence, he finally couldn’t help but speak: “Master Mochou, Wuyou couldn’t recite the scriptures in the past two days, and she was afraid that it would delay the blessing ceremony later.”
As soon as he spoke, he successfully destroyed the atmosphere between the master and the disciple.
Master Mochou glanced at him with a stern face, but spoke to Wen Si in a gentle voice: “Don’t worry, I brought a prayer book with me. If you want to recite it, I can read it to you.”
Wen Si’s misty eyes suddenly lit up.
By the way, there is another method you can try!
But I will have to trouble you for two days.
Master Mochou stroked the hair on Wen Si’s back and smiled silently as if she knew what she was thinking.
“Don’t be afraid of troubling your master. You are my youngest disciple and a saint who shoulders an important responsibility and prays for the country. It is my duty to protect and help you.”
Wen Si was moved, “Thank you, Master.”
With the help of Master Mochou, Wen Si felt much less pressure in reciting the prayer scriptures.
After Master Mochou drove Beichen Yuan away, the master and disciple immediately began to recite scriptures.
Every time Master Mochou recited a sentence, Wen Si would follow suit and recite it.
Beichen Yuan, who was driven out, stood outside and listened to the noise inside for a while.
Until his deputy general Gao Yao appeared, standing not far away and winking at him.
Beichen Yuan: “…”
He walked over with a sullen look on his handsome face: “Why are you making faces? Just say what you want to say.”
Gao Yao chuckled and looked at the palace door. “My Lord, has the Saint Lady woken up?”
Beichen Yuan didn’t say it directly, but just glanced at him, “Why are you asking this? Who asked you to inquire?”
Gao Yao looked innocent, “No one asked me to ask. I saw the people from the Duke of Zhenguo’s Mansion outside when I entered the palace.”
He explained: “The Duke of Zhenguo and his eldest son are both guarding outside. It seems that they intend to wait. They will not leave until Her Highness the Saint inside wakes up.”
Beichen Yuan looked indifferent, “Oh, really? Then let them wait.”
If he can’t even discipline his own son, there are plenty of people who can do it for him.
What’s more, the girl had just cried.
Beichen Yuan didn’t want to go back and ruin her mood at all at this moment.
Therefore, Beichen Yuan specifically instructed the people in the palace not to let anyone reveal the news that the saint had awakened.
Two days had passed when Wen Quansheng and his son finally learned that Wen Si had woken up.
After guarding outside the palace for two days, the elderly Wen Quansheng could no longer bear it and returned home after being persuaded by Wen Changyun.
But as soon as the father and son returned to the Duke of Zhenguo’s Mansion, they unexpectedly received news from the palace.
It is said that Saint Fu Ming just woke up.
The timing was so precise, it was like he was torturing them on purpose.
Wen Changyun, who was also a little tired, couldn’t help but complain, “Xiaowu is such a troublemaker.”
He didn’t wake up earlier or later, but just woke up at this time.
If he had not seen Wen Si seriously injured by Wen Zichen before, he would have suspected that she had already woken up.
Wen Quansheng, who knew what his son was thinking, sneered, “She, Wen Si, doesn’t have the guts to go against her father. I’m afraid there is someone else behind this.”
Wen Changyun was stunned, “What does father mean?”
“Besides Beichen Yuan, who else could there be in this court?”
Wen Quansheng had a cold expression and sharp eyes, “This man has ruthless means, relying on the indulgence of His Majesty, and acts in an extremely overbearing manner.”
Especially when they were suppressing their Duke Zhenguo Mansion.
Beichen Yuan never misses any opportunity.
“This time, our Wen family suffered a great setback at his hands. If it weren’t for that unbelievable girl Wen Si, who made things worse, your second brother wouldn’t have been thrown into jail.”
Wen Quansheng knew it very well.
As Wen Zichen had trespassed into Shuiyue Temple, he would naturally not escape punishment such as caning.
But it shouldn’t have escalated to the point where he ended up in jail.
In Wen Quansheng’s opinion, it was all because of Wen Si that the situation became like this today.
“Father, don’t worry about the second son. I’ve already asked the third son to go to the prison a few times. I don’t think anything serious will happen to the second son in there.”
“Even if something happened, he deserved it.”
Wen Quansheng also showed no mercy to his second son.
After all, Wen Si was wrong, and so was Wen Zichen!
Wen Quansheng said impatiently: “After you bring the second brother back, you, as the eldest brother, must discipline him. If he dares to do this again, you and the second brother will kneel in the ancestral hall together.”
In the end, even Wen Changyun was scolded by Wen Quansheng.
Wen Changyun never dared to refute his father and could only accept it obediently.
But after hesitating for a while, he couldn’t help but express his previous doubts.
“Father, I feel like there might be something fishy going on.”
Wen Quansheng glanced at him but did not interrupt him.
Wen Changyun understood instantly that his father was probably thinking the same thing as he was.
He immediately expressed his thoughts: “Father, you see, although the second son is also a hot-tempered and impulsive person on weekdays, at least he has some sense of propriety, so he has never caused such a big trouble before, but this time he suddenly caused such a big disaster.”
Wen Changyun frowned as he spoke while making a cup of tea for Wen Quansheng.
Wen Quansheng took a sip and uttered three words: “Keep talking.”
Wen Changyun nodded and continued, “My son thinks that if something hadn’t really happened that made the second son so angry, he wouldn’t have been so impulsive.”
Unfortunately, they had asked the second brother several times before, but he refused to say a word.
So much so that neither Wen Quansheng nor Wen Changyun could plead for him, and they could only let him endure the eighty lashes.
Now thinking about it again, Wen Changyun felt that he should find out more about it.
Perhaps after knowing the real problem, they can go to Wen Si to talk it out.
Wen Quansheng put down the teacup, tapped the table with his fingers, and then narrowed his eyes slightly, “Father remembers that the third and fourth brothers were at home that day, and only Yue’er went to Shuiyue Temple, is that right or not?”
Wen Changyun paused, “Yes.”
“Go call Yue’er.”
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