Yu Jun

Qi Chang sat on the ground, tearing from the pain, a layer of oily skin was broken on his forehead, elbows, and knees, and the rolled-up characters were also flattened.

He quickly untied the cotton rope, opened the paper, and looked at the words under the moonlight. The words "Gentlemen have no blame" on it were still safe and sound.

"It's okay." After he rolled up the paper again and tied the cotton rope, a question suddenly popped up in his mind.

Why did Wu Jin write these four words?

Watch my life, the gentleman is not to blame.

Did Wu Jin see through his intentions and use this to warn him?
It must be, otherwise he wouldn't say whether there is a seal or not, it doesn't matter.

But if he knew, why would he help him?
Yes, Wu Jin is kind.

Qi Chang stood up slowly, with his arms around the words, thinking that he had no choice, no power, no power, no tree to rely on, even if he was talented, he couldn't stand out.

There is really no way - this officialdom, he can't even get in, why is there no blame?

Only this time, he took advantage of Wu Jin's kindness to embark on an official career. No matter where he went or what kind of official position he got, he would do "a gentleman without blame".

The moonlight was still there, following him stumbling towards the city, and stretching his shadow into a long strip, narrow and sharp like a needle, piercing towards the direction behind him.

After Qi Chang left, Wu Jin closed the door, went back to the house, changed the paper and pen, cut off the lantern, and wrote: "Listen to the wind."

The two characters landed softly on the paper, but they were both sinewy and boney.

"On March 1th, I was admitted as No. [-] of Jinshi No. [-], and was conferred in front of the Wenzheng Palace. As a rule, I should be added to the six-rank Hanlin Academy for editing and writing, and the foreign appointment will be sentenced for one year.

The emperor has a white face, a slight beard, a majestic body and strong eyes, and the image of wisdom pearls in his hands should not be underestimated.

Kuanzhou seldom selects scholars. Even if there are those who have won the gold list, they are often ranked at the bottom of the first grade in the imperial examination. Today, the emperor appointed me as the leader. I can’t judge only by my talents. I am afraid that the emperor also wants to use me to break the deadlock in Kuanzhou. I don’t know the emperor well, so I can’t understand his thoughts.

As for the fact that I have a deep relationship with your family, the emperor is puzzled at this moment, and will soon understand, how to answer, you need to think twice. "

At this point, he temporarily put aside his pen and sat down to meditate. His face fell in the light, and many shadows were cast on his face, which made him look more and more grand and plump, with a deep outline.

With such an appearance, riding a horse and parading through the streets, he is really proud of the spring breeze, but his heart is old, and he is no longer the high-spirited spirit of Xie Yuan. Even at this most celebratory moment, he is making countless thoughts about the future.

He will use lies and conspiracy to protect Mo Lingfeng in the palm of his hand, and will also find a suitable path for his long-term ambition under the constraints of many parties.

After a long while, he picked up his pen again and wrote: "Today, he got the Dao and got the inspiration, and solved the Tai hexagram. The heaven and the earth communicate with each other, and all things communicate with each other, and the upper and lower communicate with each other, and all things will decline when they are prosperous, and they will turn to prosperity when they decline.

As an official, you should change with the times, change with the trend, change for the country, and change for the common people in the world. "

In the end, he suddenly changed his pen and wrote: "In the capital, the days are long and warm, the willows are blown by the soft wind, and the spring is like wine. I don't know if the ice on the Shuo River in Kuanzhou has melted. On the horse farm, there are beautiful flowers. You may see white eagles in the fortress?
Today tens of thousands of people are chasing and cheering, breaking through the thorns and knocking down the dragon pavilion. I don't care, I just want to hear you blow the xun.

On March 29th, Yuanzhang [-], Wu Jin wrote it at Yunyang Taoist Temple in Yuntai County. "

He waited for the ink to dry, and packed them separately with the last letter. He got up very early the next day before dawn, so instead of going to the delivery shop, he rushed to a refreshment shop in the capital city to ask how long the peony cakes could be kept.

There is already a large batch of peony cakes in the shop. Since they are only available during the flowering period, the price has also risen accordingly. The shopkeeper asked, "Are you going to give it to relatives and friends? We can seal it in a jar here. It is not a problem to store it for more than half a month, but the price is quite expensive."

"Two altars are needed."

The corner of the shopkeeper's mouth was raised all the way up to the base of the ears, and he took out two wine jars, and asked the staff to put in the peony cakes layer by layer, spread oiled paper on the mouth of the jars, tie cotton ropes, and then use fine loess, glutinous japonica rice, and sheep peach vine juice to seal the jars tightly.

"The mud will dry up in a short time," the shopkeeper said with a smile, "this cake is 26 Wen each, plus the jar..."

The guy at the side tugged at the shopkeeper's sleeve: "The shopkeeper..."

The shopkeeper glared at him, pulled the sleeve out of the clerk's hand, turned his head and smiled at Wu Jin, and continued to settle accounts.

Wu Jin paid the silver taels and went out with two jars. The shopkeeper watched him leave, and shouted angrily at the clerk, "No rules!"

The clerk defended himself in a low voice: "I think the person just now seems to be Wu Zhuangyuan. I'm afraid it's inappropriate for us to charge so much money."

"When the emperor comes, he has to pay...the number one scholar?" The shopkeeper yelled, raised his legs and ran out, but Wu Jin disappeared in the blink of an eye with two long legs.

The shopkeeper could only return with regret, secretly hating himself for not being able to see, if the number one scholar gave him a "No. [-] Peony Cake", wouldn't it be better than this little money?
Wu Jin didn't know that she was being missed, so she hurriedly sent the things to the pier. The two letters and the two jars of peony cakes were delivered to Kuanzhou in less than ten days.

Mo Lingfeng was in the fort, and when the letter arrived in Yin Bei's hands, she hurriedly delivered it to the fort. She had just returned from military training, and it was noon again, so she took a bowl of cold water and drank it.

After drinking the water, she wiped her face with a handkerchief, took the letter, read it over and over again, and kept it in her heart, thinking: "No. [-] scholar!"

The champion, hers!
She bared her white teeth in a grin.

Taking out the fire folder and burning the letter, she squatted down to look at the wine jar, wondering what kind of wine Wu Jin had sent, she reached out and patted the mud seal, but she didn't smell the aroma of wine, and when she looked inside, it turned out to be a jar of pastries.

"The dim sum is served in jars, so fresh in Kyoto."

She reached out and took out a piece, sniffed it on the tip of her nose, and took another sip, her eyes lit up immediately: "This is fresh."

Taking out two pieces of cake, she found a piece of bamboo paper to wrap and handed it to Yin Bei: "Go back to brother."

Mo Qianlan couldn't eat it, but she still thought she should take it back for Mo Qianlan to have a look at and smell it—as if Mo Qianlan was her god, and she remembered to make an offering even after she ate something good.

She handed another piece to Yin Bei: "Don't eat brother's."

Yin Beizheng had this intention, and was exposed by Mo Lingfeng on the spot, and he took the order and walked away embarrassingly.

Mo Lingfeng gave Yin Nan another piece. Seeing that there was still a lot in the jar, this thing came from a long way. After opening it, he might not be able to resist putting it away. After a little thought, he carried it to the middle tent.

Zhong Jiaqing was reprimanding Zhong Tao, when he heard that the ambitious Mo Lingfeng came to bring him food, he turned his head and said to his grandson, "The weasel is here."

Chong Tao retorted with his hands down, "We're not chickens either."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhong Jiaqing shut his mouth in a shudder.

When Mo Lingfeng came in with the jar, Zhong Jiaqing was fully on guard, with a serious face, sitting in the chair, putting on airs, and before he could speak, Sun Zi Zhongtao had already surrendered without a fight, and walked over with a shy face.

"Is this wine?" Zhong Tao reached out and took the jar in his hand, "It doesn't smell of wine."

He took a look inside: "Is it cake? Why did you put it in a wine jar?"

Mo Lingfeng smiled at him: "I came all the way from Kyoto, if I don't pretend to be serious, it will be broken. I specially brought it to taste with General Zhong."