Yu Jun

Chapter 181 Old Poem
After the arrangement of the state school students, Cheng Ting went to ask Cheng Taishan for instructions, and got a valuable opportunity to pay the bills, and treated the students to a full meal in the restaurant.

When they left, it was still early in the day, and it was rare for everyone to be so close to Wu Jin, one by one, they came forward and patted him on the shoulder to say goodbye.

"Wu Jin, you must come tomorrow. This is the first literary meeting, and you must beat them to the ground."

"Yes, those people from Tunan Academy have eyes on the top of their heads. If we lose, wouldn't they be even more arrogant."

"If we lose, not only do we lose face, but the dean also loses face. The dean will lose a lot of weight."

"rely on you!"

When everyone left, Wu Jin's shoulders were slapped numbly.

Wu Jin kept answering with a smile, and waited for everyone to leave before walking to Shishi Street alone.

It was really warm, the wind blew from the branches into the skirts of people's clothes, penetrated from the flowers into people's cuffs, and swelled the students' loose robes.

A group of soldiers rode their horses through the street and headed straight for the fort—now the soldiers were running back and forth, and everyone in Kuanzhou was used to it. Unknowingly, they were becoming part of the battlefield.

Compared with the depression after the locust plague last year, this year's shops have improved. There are many soldiers who join the army. With money in their hands, the families of military households have moved to live in the city to find a good future for their children.

A few elm coins fell on Wu Jin's head one after another. When Wu Jin looked up, he saw two half-grown children climbing on the tree, stroking the string of coins.

He was walking slowly on this street, before he reached the intersection, he suddenly heard someone in the restaurant shouting loudly: "Don't ride a horse, don't wade in water, don't listen to the wind."

After Wu Jin heard this, a chill ran up her spine, her scalp was numb, and when she looked up, she saw a group of people who were noisy and incomprehensible, and then a few people laughed maliciously, saying that "Pearl embellishes thick" is the evidence of this poem's "beautiful".

He stood where he was, his face pale, his hands trembling slightly, and his body, which was still warm just now, was already extremely cold.

Even though he only heard the last sentence, the rest of the sentences are extremely familiar in his mind.

"Remnant flowers and spots, full of golden light. Black hair covers, pearls embellish thick. The wind stops and the grass stands, and the fragrance grows against the back. Don't ride the horse, don't wade in the water, and don't listen to the wind."

He remembered that in the diary on the first day of May in the 22nd year of Yuanzhang, there was also this poem in which Mo Lingfeng gave Shi Xiu the pearls on his head that day, so there was this sentence "beads embellish the color thickly".

The person who stole the diary is going to use this poem to make trouble—is it for him, or Mo Lingfeng?

He woke up with a start when a top rolled to his feet. He bent down to pick up the top, handed it to the chasing boy, straightened up, and walked home almost out of consciousness.

There was a bamboo pole in the courtyard, on which clothes were drying. He picked up a bench and sat aside. He stayed there for a while, and he had vaguely guessed in his heart that the lost diary was written by Wang Zhizhou.

One time in the Spring Festival, he can't completely cut off his way. Only if his personal morality is corrupted, everyone in the state knows it, no one will guarantee it, and the magistrate's yamen can't release the examination ticket, and he can't go to the Spring Palace, then Wang Zhizhou can rest assured.

These people want to make a fuss about him and Mo Lingfeng.

The more thorough he was, the colder he became, knowing that the method was much more despicable than he thought.

After sitting like this for a long while, the sky turned dark for him. The door creaked open, and he suddenly woke up and looked up, seeing that it was Mother Wu who had come back to cook first.

"Boss?" Wu's mother was startled when she saw that the courtyard was pitch black and there was no light on, and there was a figure sitting in the dark, and she barely recognized it was Wu Jin. She hurried forward and touched his forehead, "It's uncomfortable." ?”

"Aniang, no," Wu Jin stood up and forced a smile, "I'm going to light the lamp."

He walked into the house, and when he reached the steps, he stumbled and fell to the ground. He didn't feel any pain, but felt a chill on the ground, which invaded his heart in an instant, freezing him. His complexion was livid.

Wu's mother hurried forward, helped him up, and hurried to light the oil lamp. When the lamp was lit, his ashesy face was illuminated, and at the same time, a long solitary shadow was drawn on the ground.

He walked into the kitchen slowly, and sat in front of the stove to help Wu's mother light the fire. The fire was beating, and a scorching heat spread to his face. He backed up a little, but the fire was blazing, and it was chasing after him. persecuted into a place where the sun never shines.

There was a "crack" in the stove, and a few sparks exploded from a piece of firewood, which fell on his sleeve and turned into ashes in an instant. He reached out and dusted it off, watching the dust dissipate on his fingertips without a trace.

Wu's mother always felt that his expression was not right, so she didn't allow him to help in the kitchen, pushed him into the house to have a rest, packed up the dinner, hurriedly called Wu Yi and Wu's father to come back for dinner, wiped his hands, went out of Shishi Street, and asked Go ask the doctor.

Just a few steps away, she heard Cheng Ting calling her aunt from behind.

She turned her head and saw Cheng Ting and three young men standing in front of the sugar figure shop, each holding a colorful sugar figure, looking at the sugar figure with relish.

Cheng Ting walked over holding the sugar figure: "Auntie, where are you going so late, I will give you a ride."

"Master Cheng," Wu's mother quickly waved her hand, "No need, it's Brother Jin, he looks sick, I'll ask the doctor to take a look."

"It was fine when I was having dinner," Cheng Ting was a little surprised, "Don't worry, I'll go and have a look, I'm really sick, and then use my father's name card to invite the doctor."

After finishing speaking, he bid farewell to the three friends, walked to Shishi Street with Wu's mother, walked all the way to Wu Jin's house, said "uncle" to Wu's father, called Wu Yi "brother", and gave him the candy man to eat, Then he got into Wu Jin's room.

When he arrived, Wu Jin's expression was already normal.

Seeing Cheng Ting coming suddenly, Wu Jin was also surprised. Knowing that Wu's mother was worried about him, she couldn't help but feel heavy. She smelled the wine and asked in a low voice, "Where did you go to drink?"

Cheng Ting replied, "Yuhua Street."

"Have you ever heard a poem about listening to the wind?"

"How do you know?" Cheng Ting reached out to grab the teacup on the table, "I heard that, but I don't know who is so vicious, who is both sexy and fragrant. What kind of good things can those drinkers say? Just use my father's name to scare them."

"I wrote it."

With a sound of "bang", the teacup in Cheng Ting's hand rolled down to the ground - the ground was compacted yellow earth, the teacup was not broken, it only rolled a few times, and the water in it spilled all over the floor.

His eyes were wide open, and his mouth was so wide that an egg could be stuffed in: "You...you wrote...you wrote it very well."

Wu Jin bent down and picked up the tea bowl: "I wrote it in the diary on the first day of May in the 22nd year of Yuanzhang. The diary was stolen by someone, and that's not the original intention. Do you still remember that day when you wanted to match me and me?" Miss Shi Xiu?"

Cheng Ting thought and thought, and seemed to remember something like this: "Did Lefeng give her pearls? Also, we ran horses and met Sheng Qiang!"

Wu Jin nodded: "That's why the pearls are so thick, and Mo Zongma is also because of the birth of Qiang."

Cheng Ting breathed a sigh of relief: "I was scared to death, whoever is so wicked, all the good words have been misinterpreted."

　The child has a fever, take it to the hospital for a look, the next chapter will be updated at night

　　
　
(End of this chapter)