Yu Jun

Wu Jin couldn't help but his eyes darkened, and his heart was filled with unbearable sadness. He barely managed to steady his steps, and moved forward exhausted, his heart was already hurting to the extreme.

He, she, they had been so comfortable before.

The red glow faded from the sky, and the blue sky light slowly came in. The jade railings, green tiles and flying rafts in the Kyoto city all withdrew their sharpness and disappeared into the light and shadow, leaving only a flat and thin shadow.

Kyoto was suddenly silent, everything was gray, the characters, people's hearts, and silhouettes were cold and helpless.

This dimness only lasted for a moment. Suddenly, the lights were turned on one after another, and Kyoto was floating in the sparkling light of the fire. The light was overflowing, and the crescent moon and sparse stars were all hidden under the gorgeous colorful lights.

Wu Jin only felt that this situation was extremely familiar. It seemed that many years ago, when the war with Jinlu just started, he questioned Zhao Shiheng in the Jiu Si Xuan of Mo Mansion. He was also so tired and cold.

At that time, he said categorically that he "will not be captured without mercy, and will not treat other people's lives as pawns or as trash." He vowed categorically, "What is the use of your leather bag among the filth? I would rather abandon it."

At that time, Zhao Shiheng sat and watched him hysterical. Only now can he understand Zhao Shiheng's powerlessness and exhaustion at that time.

Should he silently conspire and take the opportunity to expose the evidence of Prince Jiyang's crime to the public? Or should he become the second Zhao Shiheng and follow the same bloody path as Mo Lingfeng?
Apart from this, is there any other way that can help him turn the tide?

He walked home, opened the door, and stepped into the courtyard. After only two or three steps, he stumbled and fell straight down.

The old servant had just turned on the lamp when he saw that he seemed to be suffering from a serious illness and suddenly fell to the ground. He was so shocked that the oil lamp fell to the ground, and a stream of tung oil dripped all over the place.

"Uncle?" The old servant ran over to help him. Wu Jin struggled to get up, gritted his teeth, walked a few steps, and sat down on a chair in the courtyard: "It's okay, light the lamp."

The old servant did not dare to say anything, so he picked up the oil lamp, added oil and put the wick again, lit the fire with a piece of bamboo, came back, and whispered: "Uncle, go sit in the room, there is a fire inside."

Wu Jin nodded, grabbed the armrests of the chair with two cold hands, and pushed himself up. As soon as his buttocks were raised, he fell back down again, and with more strength, he pushed himself up.

Lao Pu quickly stretched out a hand to support Wu Jin.

Wu Jin held his hand, calmed down for a moment, then let go, walked towards the door of the study, pushed it twice, and then pushed the door open.

With a creak, the study door opened. He took the oil lamp from the old servant and whispered, "Make a pot of hot tea."

The old servant took the order and left. He stepped into the study and put the oil lamp on the table. Seeing that there were four tabloids for today on it, he picked up one and looked at it carefully. After reading it, he immediately seemed to have eaten the wrong thing. Nausea and nausea.

The author tried his best to slander Mo Lingfeng and the Detachment of Women. All achievements were attributed to "beauty", and all good reputations were attributed to "undressing". The blood and killings on the battlefield were downplayed and turned into women's affairs. .

These people have never seen blood in Kuanzhou Fort, but they can use a pen as a knife to kill people without seeing blood.

He threw away the one in his hand and changed it to another one. It was still the same. Then he changed it again and it was still the same.

Mo Lingfeng's reputation, under the slander of the tabloids, will turn into dirt in less than three days and become the laughing stock of the world.

You don't have to think too hard to know that there is a hand behind the scenes. As long as Mo Lingfeng's reputation is ruined, he will be able to deal with the Mo family.

He grabbed the tabloid and walked to the brazier. He picked up the chopstick and pushed away the ashes, revealing the red coals. He lit the tabloid and burned it to ashes.

How can a fire burn away all the filth in this world?It's not enough. It's not enough to overthrow a Jiyang County Prince!
He still has a way to go!

Wu Jin's face was completely exhausted. He got up and changed into his official robe. When he came back, he walked to the desk, took out a roll of bamboo paper, and sat down. The old servant came in to make tea and add charcoal. He asked the old servant to go to bed, and he kept He sat until the third watch and then suddenly stood up.

He raised the oil lamp, closed the door and window of the study room, and took a photo of all the places where people could hide behind the bookshelf, under the desk, under the chair, on the beam. After confirming that no one was there, he sat back at the desk, poured water, polished ink, and lifted pen writing.

When writing, he changed his usual upright sitting posture. Instead, he bent over and arched his back, covering the bamboo paper tightly to prevent anyone from prying. He first wrote a divorce document, dried the ink, and folded it into his arms. Then he began to write memorials.

When the fourth watch bell rang, he had finished writing the memorial, put it in his arms, put on the crimson official robe, and walked out.

Outside the house, the stars and the moon are dim, the cold air is condensing, the wind is blowing hard, and the wild dogs are hesitating and barking, scurrying with tails in their hands, looking for shelter from the cold.

The lights were on, the grocery store was open, and the water was steaming in the big pot. The white air was thick in the lights and frost. Wu Jin walked through the heavy white fog and walked towards the dock.

The pier is more crowded, and hawkers carrying burdens buy goods from here and enter the city. Lifu squats in a row with hands and sleeves, waiting for the first ship to unload the goods. There are many cargo ships on the water, including a big fortune ship with a big red lantern on the mast. The three characters "Kuanzhou Stone" are pasted on it.

The cockpit of the fortune ship had not been folded up. Wu Jin stepped on the swaying cockpit, and his feet seemed to be unsteady. There were tangerines from Tan and Hubei stacked on the deck. They were round and golden, with a sweet and sour aroma. .

As soon as the steward on the ship saw Wu Jin, he immediately knew the opportunity and came over: "My husband, do you want to buy some fruit?"

"Buy," Wu Jin bent down to pick tangerines, put the divorce papers into the basket, and whispered, "leave the dock before Mao hour, don't stop along the way, and send it to Kuanzhou quickly to give to my brother Wu Yi."

He straightened up and held two tangerines in his hands.

The steward quickly filled a basket for him and picked out some big ones for him: "Don't worry, our goods are always the best and fastest."

Wu Jin nodded, handed over the money, and turned around to get off the boat.

After Wu Jin left, the steward of Fuchuan waited for a moment and began to shout loudly to unload the cargo: "Unload now!"

A guy caught up and said, "Boss, are you ready to unload now? The buyer hasn't been decided yet, and the goods for the return trip haven't been purchased yet."

"Sell it to the tangerine store and return with an empty boat." The steward broke open a tangerine and ate half of it. "There are important goods to be loaded along the way. Hurry up. The front boat is still at the pier at about ten o'clock. Don't do this at Shi's house." Got it!"

"Yes!" The man rushed down the bridge and raised his hand to point at the head of the group in front of Lifu, "Get aboard and unload the cargo!"

As soon as the laborers heard that there was work to be done, they immediately stretched out their hands from their sleeves and rushed to stand behind the group leader. The group leader was still waiting to pick people, but the waiter took a look at the sky and said anxiously: "Come up, everyone, don't delay our boss's business." !”

When the baskets of tangerines were shipped off the lucky boat, Wu Jin had already taken the tangerines to the Hanlin Academy. He handed the tangerines to the disciple, saying they were for Mo Lingfeng, and then left.

Once he leaves, I'm afraid he won't be able to return, and he will have nothing to gain. He only has these few tangerines left for Mo Lingfeng to taste.

After delivering the tangerines, he walked towards the palace gate.

Before the palace door opened, civil and military officials gathered in the Tailu Courtyard. Wu Jin walked to the three north couplets under the Hanlin Academy. The room was strangely quiet. The lights were dim and could not illuminate everyone's expressions. (End of chapter)