Yu Jun

In a short period of time, two kinds of threats blocked Jiyang County King's full of cursing and ridicule.

A sage and a gentleman, once they don't obey the rules, can frighten people more than local ruffians and bullies.

Wu Jin stretched out her palm, pressed on the fat shoulder of the king of the county, and squeezed it hard: "You can try, can I let the king of Wei go to the feudal clan?"

The King of Jiyang shook his shoulder vigorously, shaking off Wu Jin's hand, and at the same time took a step back, looking at Wu Jin.

Wu Jin's face did not know whether it was sweat or the water dripping from his forehead, but his face was fully revealed, with sharp lines and clean outlines.

In his eyes, there is still the coldness of burning jade and stone.

Jiyang Junwang had many considerations in his mind, and finally he thought that Wu Jin was just docile on the outside, but he was actually ruthless on the inside.

After only half a year in Ningzhou, the entire Shibo Department was thoroughly checked from top to bottom, shocking the entire imperial court.

Less than a month after returning to Beijing, most of the farm belonging to Zongzheng Temple was cleared out.

The fat-headed Zongzheng Temple officials who used to be able to eat on the royal farmstead now can only live on their salaries. These people hate Wu Jin more than the other.

If Wu Jin really wants to tear his face apart and set up a game against King Wei, forcing King Wei to go to the domain, it is not impossible.

The king of Wei must not go to the vassal. The prince is not close to the clan, but the king of Wei is willing to cover up for the clan. If the king of Wei leaves, the life of the clan will be even more difficult.

He asked dryly, "Wu, what do you want to do?"

At this moment, Wu Jin took a step back, looked at Duke Jiyang with a half-smile, and sat in the chair: "Should you apologize to me?"

The King of Jiyang rolled his eyes gloomyly, dragged the wine cup from the table, poured the wine in front of Wu Jin, put the wine cup on the table, filled one himself, and bumped the wine cups together, making a "jingle" "Two crisp sounds.

Then he raised the wine cup and drank it all in one gulp, and showed Wu Jin the bottom line, which meant that he apologized.

Wu Jin didn't drink, got up and said with a smile: "Then I'll take my leave, everyone, Wang Jinghua, goodbye."

There was a small puddle of water stains under the chair he was sitting in just now. Wang Jinghua looked at the puddle of water, buried his head and said nothing. After Wu Jin left, he immediately opened his mouth and "croaked": "Your Majesty, How dare Wu Jin meet again! This person is so bad!"

The king of Jiyang County threw the wine glass on the ground and cursed, "Damn it!"

Wearing wet clothes, Wu Jin returned to her house under the astonished eyes of everyone.

It takes four quarters of an hour to walk from the house to the palace gate. At the end of the alley, there is a big locust tree in front of the house gate. There are two black lacquered doors. There are no plaques or lanterns under the lintels. There are two copper rings on the door, which are plain and without any patterns.

He opened the door and went in. Inside was an old servant in green and short brown. He had just cooked porridge and prepared pickles. Seeing that Wu Jin was drenched, he quickly went to fetch hot water for Wu Jin.

Wu Jin took a bath and changed clothes, sat in the courtyard, barely ate half a bowl of porridge, and her stomach was churning.

Today is hot and dry, his temples were hot and drenched first in Hanlin Garden, and then he went to the Wenzheng Hall, let the cool wind blow, already accumulating cold air inside, after leaving the Wenzheng Hall, it was hot and cold again, so alternately, at this time already Started to have a headache.

He leaned against the back of the chair, raised his head and closed his eyes to meditate, letting his heart that had been hanging for a whole day gradually settle down.

After a while, he reached out and kneaded the roots of the mountain to relieve the pain. He walked slowly to the study room, lit the oil lamp, spread out the pen and paper, and wrote with a pen: "On June 30, 27th year of Yuanzhang, Kyoto, the sky was fine.

Today, Tan Xuan's secret letter and military situation came one after another. The emperor's actions were all expected, but he still felt chilling.

For the king's own selfishness, he turned a blind eye to the fort that requested reinforcements, let [-] soldiers fend for themselves, and even gave up the fort that the frontier soldiers poured with their bones and blood, and put the people of Kuanzhou in the fire and water.

Such an understatement to abandon Gaopingzhai, how many soldiers will die to get it back in the future?

How is such behavior different from Mo Qianlan?
Facing such an emperor, standing in the Wenzheng Palace, I tried my best to control myself.

When he was splashed with water by the King of Jiyang County, he was already unhappy because of the military situation, and then remembered Mr. Zhao's lameness, and his heart was so angry that he couldn't bear it. "

The more he wrote, the more he felt like a needle was pricking his head, his eyes were hot and blurred, and his whole body was like burning coals. He coughed and continued to write.

"The emperor's anger subsided so quickly, it made me suspicious.

Even if the emperor couldn't do anything to Mo Lingfeng and Zhong Jiaqing, why didn't he anger Wang Yunsheng's family.

The Mo family's ability to successfully bring people into the barracks and eat away at the fort has a lot to do with Wang Yunsheng. As the emperor acts, even if Wang Yunsheng is dead, he will not let the Wang family go.

At the moment when the emperor treated the Wang family with care, what was he thinking? "

Wu Jin knew clearly that the emperor's thoughts were very important, but at this moment, his mind was full of mud, and if he used his mind for a while, it was like torture, so he had to take the fire and turn it over, lit the diary, and burned it in the slag bucket. into ashes.

Although the diary will be burned, he still uses the diary to sort out his chaotic thoughts and describe the world with pen and ink.

Only what falls on paper is the most real.

He left the study, asked the old servant to invite the doctor, and wrote a leave note, which the old servant took out by the way, and then he lay down with a heavy heart.

The next day was cloudy, and after the early court, the military situation of Liubai Li was already known to both civil and military, but within half a day, well-informed marketers also heard about it.

In the streets and alleys, everyone is talking about the war, and they are more worried than usual.

If the fortress cannot be defended, Kuanzhou will bear the brunt, what will happen to the people of Kuanzhou?

Wu Jin didn't go out to inquire about the military, but only rested at home. After taking the medicine, she was still top-heavy, barely drank a bowl of porridge, and sat in the yard to read Wu Yi's letter.

In the letter, Wu Yi conveyed the wishes of his parents and asked him when the marriage would be arranged. If the king of the county would not allow the girls in Beijing to marry him, Wu's father and mother would find a good girl in Kuan and Jizhou to do it for him. order.

Afterwards, Wu Jin didn't have to send any more money home. Wu's mother had put the 20 money last time into the bank, and planned to buy Wu Jin a decent house in Kuanzhou for future use.

Wu Yi also said that her parents are in good health, so there is no need to worry about it. She has already made an engagement, is watching the auspicious day, and is about to get married. It would be best if Wu Jin could come back.

After reading the letter with hundreds of misspellings, Wu Jin took a pen to reply. After collecting the letter, he didn't send it out in a hurry, but packed himself up, got up and went out to Luodeng Temple.

There are four or five temples in the city of Kyoto. Among them, the royal temple Da Ruoyong Temple is the most prosperous, and the Luodeng Temple is the most remote and the incense is the worst. However, it is Luodeng Temple that Wu Jin often goes to.

His nose was stuffy and his mouth was dry, and he was out of breath after walking a hundred steps, so he could only rent a sedan chair in the city and go to the southwest gate.

When we arrived at Luodeng Temple, it was Si time, the mountain gate was quiet, the world of mortals was blocked outside the mountain gate, and there were not many pilgrims coming and going in the temple, so Wu Jin went straight into the Daxiong Hall and knelt down to worship the Buddha.

A thin man in his late thirties followed Wu Jin into the hall and knelt down on the futon beside Wu Jin. The two bowed their heads together, seemingly pious.

The man whose forehead touched the ground suddenly said, "Young Master Wu, what are your orders?"