Yu Jun

Chapter 24 Punishment

In the main room, two three-legged celadon smokers were burning, slowly exhaling the cigarettes to dispel the residual alcohol smell, the door and curtains were all rolled up, and the sun came in through the panes, falling on the ground, walls, and paintings one by one. .

With his back to the light, Mo Lingfeng sat in the rose chair like a little old man, pointing at the large plate on the square table: "This, this."

Mo Qianlan bowed and stood in front of the table, looking down at the carved lacquer holding box, which contained clusters of dried bergamot, icing rhymes, candied dates, smiling dimples, and candied sugar. He lifted the silver chopsticks and put the candied dates and Smiley picked up a plate.

Mo Lingfeng held the small dish, grabbed the smiley dimple and stuffed it into his mouth, squinting his eyes intoxicated - she is addicted to sweets.

"What are you doing standing at the door?" Mo Qianlan put down her silver chopsticks, wiped her hands, and sat down on another rose chair beside the square table, "Come in."

The soaked wooden box and sheepskin seal, as well as the letter with completely unclear handwriting, were randomly placed in front of the holding box, half of the box was outside the table, precarious, as if it was not as important as the candy holding box.

When the three people standing outside the house heard him call to enter, they all took a breath, raised their feet, stepped carefully over the threshold, and walked a few steps inside.

Standing among the three of them, Wu Jin cupped her hands and bowed, "Wansheng pays homage to Jiedushi."

After saluting, he crossed his hands and bowed his head deeply, waiting for Mo Qianlan to say goodbye.

The wind is uncertain, and it sneaks in through his torn sleeves, but the person is still. You can hear the sound of the copper pot leaking from the east side, dripping on the copper plate, which is the sound of time passing.

Cheng Ting took a step behind Wu Jin tremblingly, and buzzed like a mosquito: "Uncle."

Qi Chang had nothing to say, and flinched behind Wu Jin, kneeling on the ground, feeling that Mo Qianlan was so huge that he could be crushed into the ground with just one finger.

Mo Qianlan got angry after drinking, his stomach was churning, and he frowned impatiently, Mo Lingfeng raised a candied date and handed it high to his mouth, he turned his head and bit it down, his eyes swept over Qi Chang first.

The candied dates were too sweet, so he picked up the teacup, took a sip of tea, lazily looked away, and looked at Cheng Ting: "Cheng San, you have been like a day for decades—no, I heard that your appetite has increased."

Cheng Ting let him stare, already sweating all over, at first he thought he was reminiscing about an old relationship, but then he realized that he was mocking himself for being as stupid as a child, only increasing his appetite but not his head.

"I"

Before "I" came out with a one, two, three, Mo Qianlan had already put down the teacup, tapped his finger on the square table twice, and told Yin Bei: "Slap him with twenty sticks, send him home, and tell Cheng Zhifu."

Before Cheng Ting opened his mouth, he began to tremble.

Twenty sticks!
Will it die?

And tell his father!

Although Cheng Zhifu is a civil servant, he has also practiced martial arts. When beating his son, it is no different from killing an enemy in battle. If he knows that Cheng Ting destroyed the memorial, he can slap Cheng Ting thousands of miles away.

He stammered and tried to defend himself, but the words couldn't stop rolling in his throat, and finally he cried out loudly, and the words that came out were like a dog barking.

Mo Qianlan waved: "Drag out and fight."

In order to show Cheng Ting's status, Yin Bei personally stepped forward and carried him out. After a short while, there were screams of pain tearing his throat from the corridor. At first, the sound shook the roof tiles, and gradually, the sound was like mosquitoes and flies. In the end, there was no sound at all—Yin Bei sent someone to send him back to Cheng Mansion.

Wu Jin stood in place, her hands and feet were cold, and a layer of sticky cold sweat appeared on her forehead again. Her mind was still blank, and she didn't even know when Zhao Shiheng came in. She only felt that the sound of dripping water was deafening, and it rang in her ear.

Mo Qianlan saw that Mo Lingfeng had emptied the plate, so he reached out and took the plate away, not letting her eat any more, then leaned over again, and put the cup of tea in his hand to Mo Lingfeng's mouth, and Mo Lingfeng took his cup of tea. hand drank tea.

He withdrew his hand and looked at Gray Worm Qi Chang who was on all fours. Without Qi Chang opening his mouth, he had already understood Qi Chang's lies.

He uttered two words weakly: "Stand dead."

The sound of the two words echoed in Wu Jin's ears.

Wu Jin saw big beads of sweat falling from his forehead, fell on the flat bluestone bricks, and fell into eight petals silently, the words of pleading rolled on the tip of his tongue, ready to come out.

He gritted his teeth tightly and kept urging himself not to act rashly, because Mo Qianlan hadn't pronounced a sentence on him, and his every move would plunge himself into a deeper quagmire, but he still couldn't help raising his head, and met Mo Qianlan Lan's icy eyes.

It seems to be mocking him that the mud bodhisattva crossed the river, he can't protect himself, and he still cares about others.

Qi Chang was paralyzed on the ground, his soul was scattered, and he begged for mercy with tears streaming down his face, so as not to die—he was just playing for fun, why was he going to be beaten to death?

"Death is not a crime," Zhao Shiheng said, "I'll also give him twenty sticks and let him fend for himself. If he doesn't deserve to die, then send him to Jiusixuan as an errand."

Since he opened his mouth, Mo Qianlan waved his hand casually, and immediately someone stepped forward and picked up Qi Chang like a dead dog. Mo Qianlan said again: "Putting it farther away, it's noisy."

Soon, Wu Jin was the only person under trial in the room.

And Mo Lingfeng took another candy, and ate it indifferently but enthusiastically.

Mo Qianlan stretched out his hand and rubbed his forehead vigorously, his heart was still churning with alcohol, he didn't ask questions first, but looked at Wu Jin from head to toe, and then from foot to head, as if he wanted to see through his internal organs and soul.

After sizing him up for a while, Mo Qianlan raised his hand and tapped on the table twice, and said coldly, "You picked up the book?"

"Empty" twice, and fell cruelly on the top of Wu Jin's head, Wu Jin nodded: "Yes."

Mo Qianlan saw that he was still unbending, and that he was really upright, so he suddenly became interested and wanted to force him to give up his whole body: "If you haven't seen the memorial, you can also play the second one with the manager who was in trouble. Ten sticks, go home, if you read the playbook privately, twenty sticks will not pay off."

He asked lightly and slowly, "Did you read it, or didn't you?"

The sweat on Wu Jin's head fell into his eyes. He opened his eyes and wanted to see something, but what he saw was water ripples, the shadow of the sun reflected a cloud of blue snow, and the fragrance in the room flowed on it.

He never told a lie in his life.

"Student. Wei." He wanted to say that he didn't read it, but he couldn't open his mouth no matter what.

Words must be loyal, one lie will make it difficult for Zhu Pi to see the light of day, and he will need endless lies to fill in the future.

He licked his lips and spoke with great difficulty: "The student saw it."

As soon as the words came out, he straightened his posture, and what he thought in his heart was "Don't slander yourself internally, and don't deceive yourself externally", but faintly, he thought that the snow-green color was also contributing to the flames behind him, so that he could not deceive others .

Mo Qianlan sneered: "Since you have seen it, just keep silent."

Immediately, a servant moved a square table and put it in front of Wu Jin, and took out a pen, ink, paper and inkstone from the east side, spread it out on the table, a maid wiped her sleeve and grinded it, and when the ink was ready, she picked up another stick from Bijia Mountain Pen, offer with both hands.

Wu Jin put pen to paper.

"I am very safe, how is your sister? You can come to Beijing during the Spring Festival and let me see you."

(End of this chapter)