Yu Jun

"Qi Chang, why are you staring? You don't recognize us?"

"We are not as lucky as you, but our fate is tough. We didn't freeze to death or starve to death, and we even got to eat. We have been looking for you. You kid is eating alone in the gate of that mansion. It's really dishonest."

"What are you doing with a straight face? You haven't become an official yet, so you don't recognize us poor friends? When we were begging together, we took care of you a lot!"

In Qi Chang's series of words, all the joy that poured out of the sky disappeared. He looked at the few people in front of him, and when he was at a loss, he felt grateful for the rest of his life.

If it wasn't for Mo Fu, he might not be as good as these thieves today.

This contrast between darkness and light made him disdain, don't want to, and dare not be with these people, let alone hear them "beggars" one by one.

He wanted to leave, but these people surrounded him and never left, chattering non-stop, sometimes making him, a well-developed NPC, treat him, sometimes giving him happy money, and sometimes letting him help.

He was annoyed, but he was no match for these people, so he could only submissively explain that he "has no money".

As soon as he mentions that he has no money, the people on the opposite side get angry and yell loudly, saying that he is "ungrateful" and that he is a "little man". Apart from belittling him, they still don't forget to pick and choose his deeds when he was a beggar. Take it out and say it.

These people made Qi Chang desperate just by talking.

His background was his nightmare, and he decided that it was a dishonorable thing, and tried his best to cover up his past. When others mentioned it, it was like exposing his scars, and tortured his fragile and sensitive heart.

"Yes, there are, not many." He was eager to get rid of it, trembling to untie the money bag at his waist, "That's all."

One person snatched the money bag with his hands, poured it out and counted it. There were three small silver coins weighing one or two, and the rest was a pile of scattered copper coins. He immediately laughed and said, "Qi Chang, you look down on me too much."

Before finishing speaking, a hand stretched out from behind, and took the money bag without refusal, and then Wu Jin, who was also in a colorful shirt, walked to Qi Chang's side with a warm aura all over her body.

Seeing him falling from the sky, Qi Chang almost wept with joy as if seeing a savior, and hid behind Wu Jin without hesitation - Wu Jin's back was as broad as a mountain, which could hide a thin him.

Wu Jin tore open the money bag: "Although the money is not much, it is his savings, let's put it in."

His eyes are dark, his face is bright, and his manner is sharp. When he talks, he is like a willow in the spring moon passing by. When you see him, you know that this person has come from a clean and bright place, and there is absolutely no evil intention.

The person holding the silver unconsciously poured the silver in his hand into the purse, and suddenly said in surprise, "You, you are Wu Jin!"

Wu Jin tightened the drawstring: "It's me."

The few ruffians looked at each other, they didn't expect the notorious Wu Jin to be so graceful, and at the same time they nodded inwardly - no wonder Miss Mo wanted to stand up for him.

Shi Yuan stood aside, glanced at several people, and rubbed his stomach: "You are quite courageous to seek trouble in front of the Gong Yuan."

"Where, we're here to catch up on the old days."

"Yes, reminiscing about the old days, he invited us to a meal, and it should be, so when he was a beggar, we took more care of him."

"Ask for some happy money."

Wu Jin turned around and handed the money bag to Qi Chang, and said with a smile: "I have already prepared the happy money, it is a new copper coin, you go to the corner gate of Mo Mansion, just say it is happy money, someone will give it to you."

He patted Qi Chang on the shoulder: "Go."

Qi Chang was overwhelmed by the flattery, nodded repeatedly, and trotted towards Mo's residence. Seeing this, the gangsters looked at each other and followed.

Just when the farce was about to subside, Wang Jinghua's cry came out from some corner, and he shot at Wu Jin sarcastically: "The dog master is here, no—"

He deliberately raised his voice: "It's the dog master's concubine."

Even Shi Yuan couldn't escape: "There is also the dog's leg of the dog master's concubine!"

As a veritable dog leg, Shi Yuan looked around and saw Wang Jinghua's ugly head protruding from the window on the second floor of a restaurant. The two looked at each other. Wang Jinghua was startled, and suddenly shrank his head back. hid.

The dog leg couldn't laugh or cry, and looked at his concubine: "This coward, I said, why is someone looking for trouble at this time, it seems that he hired someone, maybe Qi Chang's toilet number is also his fault."

Wu Jin also had nothing to do with this person - like a shit stick, he ran around all over Kuanzhou, his ghost lingered.

He and Shi Yuan shook their heads together and left the Gongyuan. Shi Yuan rode home to go to the pier, and Wu Jin went to the pasture outside the city.

On the pasture, the sun is setting in the sky, the dry grass is silent, the red clouds shoot down the cold river, the cold wind penetrates the armor, there are many soldiers, and horses can no longer be ridden.

Poor people who are not afraid of the war carried baskets on their backs and carefully picked up horse dung. Several Xi officials led the horses to drink water, and some people rushed to wash the utensils in the horse garden before the Shuo River froze.

Wu Jin didn't rent a horse, and only looked at the fortress from the gate of the city.

Looking beyond the rays of the sun and the river, he tried to look into the majestic village, but the high city and deep pond swallowed his vision, making it impossible for him to find traces of Mo Lingfeng.

Mo Lingfeng has not returned to the city for half a year. Now that the Jinlu soldiers are approaching Gaopingzhai, Wu Jin is worried, and often comes here to overlook the fortress. Before August, he was worried because of the constant bombardment. Until now, he Still worrying about Mo Lingfeng's safety.

There was a constant sound of wind whizzing back and forth on the river. He watched it for a while, then turned and went back to the city. When he reached the gate of the city, he suddenly heard the dense sound of horseshoes.

All the soldiers standing on the horse farm also heard the sound of horseshoes. Because they had not received any news of the arrival of food and supplies, the leader of the team shouted loudly, only to hear the long knives unsheathed one after another, and the long spears aimed at the direction of the city gate. God is on guard.

The common people who picked up the horse dung and the official Xi who drank the horses became frightened birds. They ran and hid in all directions, trying their best to hide themselves in some dirty and dark corners, shrinking their bodies so as not to be noticed.

Wu Jin also retreated quickly, and before she had retreated to the place where the horse farm was listed, the people from the city had already appeared.

The first person was wearing a long gown with wide sleeves facing the wind, and his face showed haggard weather under the cold autumn wind. The followers around him were all in green clothes and warm hats. Both the hand and the hand holding the whip are well proportioned.

Wu Jin glanced over the waists of these attendants, and faintly saw the shape of a knife and a bronze belt.

One person seemed to have noticed his gaze, and looked back, but only saw a group of Xi officials and a student standing with their heads down, and turned their heads back.

Dutou ordered the group of people to rein in their horses. The man in the long coat reined in, but he did not dismount. An attendant behind him rode forward, got off his horse, took out a sheepskin seal, and waved it together with the token in front of Dutou. At the same time, he said something in a low voice.

Wu Jin didn't hear what this person said, only saw the soldiers let go, and the group of people continued to gallop forward, heading towards the suspension bridge of the fortress.