Yu Jun

Chapter 189 Writing a Letter
Holding this thin book, Wu Jin felt the power of three generations in the book. There was only one chair in the room. He held the book and sat down beside the bed. His empty heart really suddenly filled up .

He holds his "Tao" in his heart, and holds gentle people and things in his heart. The storm outside did not blow away his magnanimity and integrity, and he can survive.

Mother Wu came in with tea, looked around, and saw that the two of them seemed to be reading, so she withdrew.

Cheng Ting looked at Wu's mother, sitting in this small room, and suddenly felt an unprecedented heavy pressure, as if Wu's mother's eyes had become whips and ropes, trying to keep Wu Jin imprisoned firmly on the same road. He is not allowed to take half a step wrong.

Pitiful.

Wu's father and Wu's mother's expectations, and the responsibility of the entire Wu family, probably have been on Wu Jin's shoulders since Wu Jin became sensible, and every copper coin that his parents spent on him was silently asking for something in return.

As a son of man, Wu Jin could not resist, but could only accept.

He stretched out his hand and pulled at the front of his clothes, a little out of breath, took a sip of tea, took the Xichuan paper fan from his waist, opened it with a "snap", and slapped it hard twice: "Hot."

Wu Jin got up and opened the window, and took a look at the sky: "It's going to rain heavily, it's muggy."

Cheng Ting slapped it several times, took out two big silver coins from his pocket, and put them on the table: "I'm afraid your bakery will be closed."

Wu Jin silently glanced at the silver: "You keep it, there is still silver at home, and I will go to Mo's house to manage things."

Cheng Ting looked at him in surprise: "But there is your mother outside, will you be allowed to go?"

Wu Jin smiled and said: "Gossip, treat it as a breeze in your ears, I will talk to my mother."

Cheng Ting admired him, and suddenly remembered what Wang Zhizhou said yesterday, and hurriedly said: "I'll talk to my father when I go back and let him find a way."

Wu Jin waved her hand: "Prefect Cheng is busy with business, so don't worry about me, I have a charter for this matter."

"any solution?"

"Didn't Wang Zhizhou say that he won't give me a seal in one day?" Wu Jin smiled, "If you change to another Zhizhou, the test ticket will naturally be stamped with the state seal."

Cheng Ting was dumbfounded, and stretched out his hands to dig his ears, almost thinking that he had heard wrong: "You mean?"

Wu Jin just smiled and didn't say much.

Wang Zhizhou, a dignified member of the imperial court, knows all the important military and government affairs of Kuanzhou, but he is greedy for military pay and does nothing to the people.

Moreover, he can remain motionless, so the forces are naturally intertwined, deceiving the upper and lower, paving the way with money, and turning everyone up, down, left, and right into accomplices.

It takes hard work to move him.

Wu Jin knew it in his heart, but he didn't intend to act at this time. He knew that Mo Lingfeng needed this villain who deceived others at this time. Otherwise, if Wang Zhizhou moved and the emperor sent another person to Zhikuanzhou, she would not be able to act like this. It's so cheap these days.

Now we can only make full preparations and wait for the day when Mo Lingfeng completely swallows up the fortress.

After thinking about it all night, he had an idea in his mind, so he didn't panic about the ticket test.

"I want to write a letter to Lefeng, please send it to Yin Bei."

Cheng Ting stood up, gave up his chair, nodded and said, "Yin Bei was going to the fort, and I stopped him, so I guessed that you were going to write a letter."

Wu Jin studied ink and spread paper, took a pen for a long time, and then wrote: "Lingfeng, the lotus circles the pond in the garden of Fuzhong, the flower presses the water pavilion, the sound of mountain babble, vomiting and mocking, inside Jiusi Pavilion, the shade of the tree, the morning The wind is cold, plums and melons sink in the tank, and cheese in the ice bowl is like snow.

Everything is as usual, everything is old, don't read it.

I imitate Yanling, crying three times is enough, even if thunderbolts strike me in the future, my eyes will be on the back of a bull, my expression will not change, and my determination will not change.

In addition, Hu Jie's meaning of 'blocking its exchange, closing its door; frustrating its sharpness, solving its confusion; and its light, the same as its dust, is the meaning of Xuan Tong'.

On April 22, Wu Jin. "

When Cheng Ting left, the clouds were already very low, and the moisture came out from the ground, silently lying on the person, Wu Jin only felt sticky all over his body, even though he didn't sweat, his clothes were stuck to his skin.

Sending Cheng Ting all the way to the intersection, he smiled: "Come back, it's going to rain heavily."

Cheng Ting held his two big coins and took the letter written by Wu Jin to Mo Lingfeng, looking at the furtive eyes on the street, thinking that if it was him, he would never go out shamelessly again. Even Kuanzhou couldn't stay, and Huzhou was too close. I wished I could take a lucky boat and sail across the ocean to a deserted place.

However, Wu Jin never even lowered his head. Others said that he put on all his clothes to win the hearts of noble girls. He heard it clearly, but when he went out, he still wore a crown and full clothes, without any sloppy appearance.

Cheng Ting waved his hand to tell him not to see him off, and he strode away, taking three or four steps, and looked back at Wu Jin.

Wu Jin was still standing there, and when he saw him turning his head, she waved for him to leave quickly.

Cheng Ting turned his head and continued walking, feeling that Wu Jin had changed—in the past, Wu Jin put himself firmly in the shell of a "sage", but now he still has the integrity of a pine and cypress, but he got out of that shell, and even more At ease, more soothing.

He left in peace, turned across a street, suddenly said "Ouch", slapped his head, and hurried to Wu's Bakery.

A drop of rain fell on the tip of his nose, and he hurriedly propped up the umbrella. As soon as he propped up the umbrella, the heavy rain fell like beans, crackling, and the ground quickly became watery. He stepped into the stagnant water with two feet in turn. All drenched.

He dragged himself to the bakery, but there was no one in front of the bakery, and the Wu family father and son sat there with sad faces, not knowing what to do.

"Uncle!" Cheng Ting took out a big silver and roared in the heavy rain, "Cakes! Send them all to my house! My family wants them!"

Without waiting for the father and son to answer, he slapped the silver on the counter, shrank and hid under the umbrella, and ran all the way home against the pouring rain.

He also wanted to write a letter to Mo Lingfeng and let Yin Bei take it.

The heavy rain stopped for half an hour, Wu Yi was drenched all over, pushed Wu's father back, and sneezed as soon as he entered the door: "Mother, the prefect Cheng's family asked for cakes today, and delivered them all."

Wu's mother responded, seeing that he was wet from head to toe, she hurriedly asked him to change his clothes first, then pushed Wu's father into the house to help Wu's father change his clothes.

Wu Jin went into the kitchen calmly, took out the hot thin noodles from the pot, soaked them in cold water, took them out again, mixed them with cooked oil, put them in a big basin, and put the seasonings fried by Wu's mother in the In a small basin, carry them together.

Dinner is this big pot of noodles.

Wu Jin scooped up noodles for his parents, Wu Yi's hair was wet, and finally scooped up a big bowl, after mixing it, he ate absent-mindedly.

He quietly raised his head to look at Wu Jin, and then at Wu's mother. Wu's mother's expression was stiffer than iron, and she didn't look at anyone.

Wu Yi ate nervously, eating as silently as possible, but hesitantly moved his hands, wanting to add another bowl.

He didn't dare to move, because the meal was too dignified, and Mother Wu had already put down the chopsticks.

(End of this chapter)