Yu Jun

Chapter 258
The old servant went away in response, Qi Chang looked around quietly, and saw that the courtyard was barren and empty, except for a yellow sand pot-bellied water tank used to avoid fire, there was no other furnishings.

There was no light in the house, only an oil lamp was placed on the table in the courtyard, and the lamp oil exuded a pungent oily smell.

He looked at what Wu Jin was wearing, but it was just a linen robe.

The old servant brought some refreshments, and there were a few pieces of tea leaves floating in the teacup. The fragrance of the tea was not strong, and the snacks were also common snacks in the shop.

Qi Chang felt uneasy for a moment.

His salary is lower than Wu Jin's, but his food and clothing are better than Wu Jin's. There are various reasons, and it's not enough for outsiders to understand.

When he arrived at Wu Jin's house, he felt at ease, but as soon as he arrived at Wu Jin's house, he felt ashamed of himself, and was so embarrassed that he didn't even dare to hold a teacup.

He thought he couldn't be blamed for this, if he was as lofty and out-of-group as Wu Jin, he would have been bullied already.

"Drink tea," Wu Jin saw that he was reserved, and motioned him to drink tea, then turned her back, covered her mouth and coughed twice, and said, "You have been promoted, and I haven't congratulated you yet."

Qi Chang quickly waved his hands: "It took a lot of work, but I just became a servant and got the title of seventh rank."

He couldn't help being happy and said: "I never dared to do this in my dreams, but unfortunately I don't know where my ancestral grave is, otherwise I must go and see if it is emitting green smoke."

Wu Jin said with a smile: "If the attendant is doing well, he can be promoted to various departments, or to be appointed outside."

Qi Chang happily said: "I want to take a foreign job. If there is a chance, I would like Brother Wu to recommend more for me."

Wu Jin looked down at the clothes on his body, smiled and said nothing.

Qi Chang became more cautious when he saw him, and after rambling a few words, he suddenly asked, "Brother Wu, do you know that the Kuanzhou military is in dire straits?"

Wu Jin nodded.

Qi Chang glanced at the old servant, moved the chair closer to Wu Jin, and his voice became softer: "I heard from Scholar He that before the military situation came, His Majesty had already summoned you to the Wenzheng Palace to draft an edict, but the edict announced later It’s only related to military affairs, did you seal the title of the previous imperial edict?”

If the emperor has an imperial edict, the scholar of Hanlinyuan thinks it is inappropriate, so he can "return the title of the word" and refuse to draft the edict.

Mentioning yesterday's Wenzhengdian incident, Wu Jin started to have a headache again.

He tilted his head, put his elbows on the armrest of the chair, and stretched out a finger to rub his temple: "You are a lecturer, and it has nothing to do with you. Listen less, ask less, and be cautious in your words and deeds. You can never make mistakes."

Qi Chang was taken aback for a moment, then thought of his own words and deeds just now, which could be called wretched and sneaky, his face flushed immediately, he moved the chair back, and said in a low voice: "Yes, I understand."

There was a moment of unspeakable silence in the yard, the chirping of birds could be heard from the big locust tree outside, the evening wind blew past, and Qi Chang could smell the sweetness in his hands.

It was the smell that Wu Jin picked up just now, a mixture of bitter medicine and fragrant saponins.

"Brother Wu, I am very worried about Ms. Mo, do you have any correspondence with her? She is in the fortress, okay?"

Wu Jin said concisely: "No."

Qi Chang looked at Wu Jin through the simmering heat of the tea. Wu Jin sat quietly in the shabby room, with clear eyes, long eyebrows stretched out, and a heart like a mirror.

He felt creepy, as if he had no place to hide in front of Wu Jin.

Feeling like he was sitting on pins and needles, he got up hastily, the teacup on the table shook, he quickly reached out to grab it, his palms touched the thin porcelain cup, there was a scalding "hiss", and he hurriedly took his hand back.

"You have a good rest, I'm leaving first."

Wu Jin didn't get up to see them off, but nodded and said, "Okay."

Qi Chang hurriedly went out, as soon as he went out, he immediately hunched down again, and when he walked out of the street, his waist straightened a little.

He is afraid of being seen.

The king of Jiyang County can crush him to death with one finger, so he can't afford to offend him.

But he had to come again—someone forced him to come.

He strode home quickly, pushed open the door, stepped over the threshold carefully, looked around, saw no one, then turned around and gently closed the door.

The house he rented was farther away than Wu Jin, and as soon as he entered the house, there were flowers and trees all over the courtyard, a set of camphor wood tables and chairs, a Duobaoge, and a screen were placed in the main room. The vases are filled with hollyhocks, and there are some scattered objects that fill the room to the brim.

Sitting down in the chair, he didn't dare to relax, but shouted to the empty room: "I've already asked, and I asked according to what you said!"

There was no answer, only beads of sweat dripped from his own forehead, smashed to the ground, and shattered into eight pieces.

He waited and waited, and finally got tired before taking out a piece of paper from his pocket.

It was written on the paper: "Ask Wu Jin today if he has any correspondence with Mo Lingfeng. If you don't ask, I will come to take your life tonight."

Bamboo paper appeared on this table without warning, and when he saw it when he came back from duty, he was immediately startled.

When he asked the old lady hired to clean it again, his surprise turned to fear in an instant when he learned that no one had been there.

Never thinking that this would be a joke or a prank, he went straight to the pharmacy to buy medicine, and went to Wu Jin's home to visit the sick.

It's just a question, the turbulent court will not be changed by this sentence, and Wu Jin's future will not be ruined by this sentence.

Just one sentence, but it could save his life.

Thinking of this, Qi Chang straightened his back and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Wu Jin has a gentle and tolerant heart, and he also has it. Wu Jin has the calmness that flows like water, and he tries his best to have it. Wu Jin has the virtue of not bullying the dark room, and he is also learning to have it.

Ambition and ambition are all in his heart, only the shadow reveals the prototype secretly, showing its teeth and claws on the ground.

Wu Jin sent Qi Chang away, closed the door and locked it, and sat thoughtfully for a while before turning off the oil lamp and going to sleep.

In the middle of the night, he suddenly woke up, staring at the bed curtains, and was stunned.

Cold sweat trickled down from his forehead, and his heart was beating violently in his chest, ready to come out.

Just now in his sleep, his spirit was in turmoil, as if he was floating outside the boundless night, and he heard an alien, dreamy voice thousands of miles away.

The sound of war drums was like thunder, the sound of the ladder leaning against the city wall was continuous, thorns and rockets rumbled, the suspension bridge slowly fell, and then the sound of iron hoofs poured from the fortress to the outside of the fortress.

Swords, guns, swords and halberds crossed and fought, skin was cut by sharp blades, flesh and blood were torn, white bones were broken, and the bodies were torn apart and scattered all over the battlefield. A cry that could not be uttered.

Where is Mo Lefeng?

He searched eagerly in his dream, stepped over the terrible severed limbs and broken corpses, stepped into the blood of Wangcheng Lake, avoided the strong bow and long knife of the Jinlu, and looked around blankly.

Mo Lingfeng seems to be everywhere, in the sound of flags, in the roar of the wind, in the flow of white clouds, but he can't see it, can't find it.

The sky was dark, blood flowed into a river, wet his shoes, socks and clothes, and Jin Lu became huge and ferocious. He knew that he had fallen into a nightmare, but he refused to wake up.

Where is the Leaf?
He was exhausted from searching, and suddenly heard Mo Lingfeng's cry.

She was a little one, squatting into a ball on the ground, crying loudly, calling "brother" while crying.

Jin Lu raised his saber at each other, he was so frightened that his liver and gallbladder were splitting, he rushed forward and protected Mo Lingfeng under his body.

(End of this chapter)