Yu Jun

"Leopard Slave, my nephew," Cheng Ting pointed at the other bag in Wu Jin's hand, "For Lefeng?"

Wu Jin put it in her arms: "Yes."

Xiao Er brought up the dishes one after another, and Cheng Ting picked up his chopsticks: "Lingfeng is in the city"

Before she could finish speaking, Wu Jin stood up "squeaky" and turned around to leave. As soon as she lifted her leg, the bench she was sitting on just fell down with a loud "bang".

Cheng Ting held the chopsticks and looked up at him with a blank face: "You don't want to eat?"

"Eat." Wu Jin almost left him, blushed embarrassingly, bent over to lift up the stool, sat down with her clothes pulled up, and picked up chopsticks to eat noodles.

He was not embarrassed to eat, but the speed was extremely fast, before Cheng Ting finished picking out the noodles, he had already picked up the bowl and finished the soup.

Putting the bowls and chopsticks aside, he took out the handkerchief and wiped his mouth clean, staring at Cheng Ting: "Is Lefeng at home? She wrote to me that she wanted to recruit troops, did she come back to recruit troops?"

Cheng Ting looked up at him, waved the chopsticks in front of his eyes, and swallowed the noodles in his mouth: "You can't talk about food."

Then he immersed himself in eating, eating noodles, soup, and vegetables without any delay.

Wu Jin forcibly sat upright, without looking sideways, crossed her fingers, clenched them tightly, and placed them on her lap.

After Cheng Ting finished his last sip of soup and put down his chopsticks, he stood up suddenly, took the half-person-high bag and hung it on his body, strode towards the counter, paid for the meal, and then took three steps in parallel with his long legs. Walking out of the foot shop, looking back, Cheng Ting just stood up, still wiping his mouth.

He stepped back and grabbed Cheng Ting's wrist, pulling him out of the foot shop, walking like flying: "Go."

Cheng Ting was staggered by him, took three quick steps, and managed to keep up with him: "Where are you going?"

Wu Jin stopped suddenly, Cheng Ting bumped into him with a "bang", raised his head and asked, "Why don't you leave?"

Wu Jin turned around even with him: "It's the wrong way."

He didn't blush, and he walked like a tiger, and within a moment he was on the street. There were soldiers from the fort on the street recruiting troops, and there were a lot of onlookers. Wu Jin saw the unusual thing at a glance——a team was recruiting female soldier.

He walked behind the crowd and heard someone say, "Why does the Detachment of Women need peasant women?"

"Peasant women are strong."

"Anyone under five feet tall, too."

"The female general is not tall herself."

"I heard that the imperial court also commended General Mo, saying that the Women's Army has served the country and set an example for women."

After Wu Jin heard these words, she didn't stop, and walked another ten steps forward, when a dark green official sedan chair suddenly stopped here, and he hurriedly pulled Cheng Ting aside.

The bearer pushed down the pole, and Wang Zhizhou came out from inside.

Wang Zhizhou was wearing normal clothes, his face was flushed, and he stepped out of the sedan chair. Several officials and officers and soldiers from the recruiting office greeted him, and bowed to each other.

Wang Zhizhou glanced over a group of women soldiers, sneered in his heart, but there was a look of praise on his face, and when he turned his eyes again, he saw Wu Jin and Cheng Ting who were avoiding to one side.

As soon as the eyes of the three met, Wu Jin knew that they couldn't avoid it, so she simply brought Cheng Ting forward and bowed respectfully: "Student Wu Jin, I have met Wang Zhizhou and all the gentlemen."

Cheng Ting casually cupped his hands: "Uncle."

Wang Zhizhou smiled and agreed, and looked at Wu Jin: "You went to Beijing to rush for the exam, why did you come back today? Didn't you wait in the capital for the announcement?"

Wu Jin looked up at Wang Zhizhou's knowing smiling face, feeling a surge of disgust in her heart, suppressing her unhappiness, and was about to speak, when Wang Zhizhou frowned and asked solemnly: "The tabloid said, You made someone dirty the test paper, but really?"

"Yes."

Wang Zhizhou showed a regretful face: "It's a pity, you are Jieyuan from this state, not to mention the Jinshi, you are more than enough to be the same as the Jinshi."

He reached out and patted Wu Jin: "You still have to calm down. Even if the test paper is dirty, you should stay in the capital and wait for the results to be released. You can analyze the essays with other candidates and make progress together. How can you come back alone? Don't be complacent when writing essays."

"Yes, students are taught."

Wang Zhizhou turned his face away, and smiled at Cheng Ting—the smile was not funny, but a sneer, as if Cheng Ting was hopeless, so he just laughed it off without saying anything.

"go to play."

Cheng Ting was in a flustered state, his mind was drifting, and he stood aside scratching his head, completely ignoring his contemptuous smile full of emotion.

Wu Jin touched him with an elbow, and he came back to his senses, clenched his fist, and gave another shallow arch: "Uncle, let's go."

Wu Jin bowed thoughtfully for a few days, and then strode away from here.

Wang Zhizhou shook his head at the back of the two: "It's a pity."

Bi Tongzhi on the side quickly said: "It's a pity that Jinghua is so sick, otherwise he would be on the list anyway."

Wang Zhizhou agreed, with a smile on his face, gossiping and walking forward to see the recruitment, but that face had already darkened in his heart, cooled down, and turned into ghosts, monsters, ghosts, She bared her fangs at Wu Jin.

Wu Jin - still too young.

Young people have never experienced the world, and they don't know that there are many ways to destroy a person in this world.

As long as it is dark and dirty enough, an upright and upright scholar can be beaten so hard that he can never stand up.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but glance back, wanting to see Wu Jin's downcast back again, but he didn't know that the two of them looked like scuds, but they disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Wu Jin and Cheng Ting walked very fast, Cheng Ting walked halfway, and suddenly sighed: "Don't look at the outside and praise her, in fact, she is very bad. During the Chinese New Year, she urged me to let go of the rats. Hundreds, half of the house was burned down, and she patted her ass and left."

Wu Jin knew that what he was talking about was Mo Lingfeng, and said with a smile, "It's not burning."

"No, my father was the only one who injured me. If my mother hadn't said that it's the New Year's Eve, and moving iron is the murderer, my father would have beaten me half to death."

The two stopped at the corner door of Mofu, Cheng Ting stepped up the steps, and sat slumped on the stone toad beside him, Wu Jin stepped forward and pulled the brass ring on the door, knocking on the door repeatedly.

The door opened quickly. Seeing that it was the two of them, the door quickly bowed its head and turned sideways, inviting the two of them in, and helped Wu Jin unload the heavy burden.

As soon as the bag was in his hands, the door let the weight of the bag drop down, he quickly used his strength to pick up the bag, turned around and closed the door, and found another boy, and followed the two of them to send the bag in.

When the two of them walked to the garden, Yin Bei came out to greet them, bowed and said, "Young Master Wu, Third Master Cheng, the girl is in the Flower Hall of Jiu Si Xuan."

He glanced at the bundle, took it in his hand, walked to Wu Jin's side, and went to Jiusixuan together.

Arriving at Jiusixuan, Wu Jin picked up the hem of her clothes and walked up the stone steps quickly. When she walked to the door, she suddenly saw a small piece of residual leaf stained on her shoe, she quickly squatted down and wiped it away. When she got up, there was a "bang" on the top of her head, It bumped into Mo Lefeng's chin, whose head was sticking out.

Mo Lingfeng stepped back "ah", rubbed his chin, with tears in his eyes, and mumbled, "Wu Jin, have you practiced Iron Head Kung Fu?"