Yu Jun

Chapter 44 Confrontation
The only one who could catch up with Yin Nan was Sheng Qiang who was sharper than a hound.

The four Qiang people in this group, because of the hot weather, all wore sun-shading bamboo hats, their faces could not be seen clearly, their upper body was bare, their trousers were half-worn, their bare feet were wearing hemp shoes, and their cool shirts were draped over their arms.

They are dressed like the coolies in Kuanzhou City, but their skin is darker and rougher, no matter how they wash it, it remains the same—the dry wind is like a knife, gouging out gullies on their bodies, and the yellow sand follows these nicks, penetrated into their bodies.

The tallest person lifted his bamboo hat, revealing the appearance of a eagle watching a wolf, and slashed across Wu Jin and the others sharply.

He looked at Wu Jin—a scholar, with undulating muscles and bones showing faintly under the long gown. He had some strength, but it was nothing to worry about.

Look at Mo Lingfeng - the yellow-haired girl.

Looking at Cheng Ting, he took two more glances - Cheng Ting's eyes were full of anger, and his whole body was tense.

And Cheng Ting didn't care about his gaze, he clamped his legs tightly, switched his left and right legs back and forth, couldn't sit still, his abdomen was so full that he was about to explode.

He was very anxious, he didn't know what these Qiang people wanted to do, they wanted to kill them, and they didn't want to give them any pleasure.

He's going to pee!
The Qiang people looked at Yin Nan finally.

Yin Nan was dressed in a neat narrow-sleeved cavalry outfit. It seemed that he had no weapons, but in fact, there were murderous sharp knives hidden on his head, sleeves, waist, and boots.

The tall man took a step in Yin Nan's direction, and put his right hand under the draped cool shirt, which immediately showed the shape of a short knife.

Wu Jin immediately pushed back Cheng Ting who was beside her.

Cheng Ting took a step back, quickly clamped his legs again, stretched his mouth to Wu Jin's ear, and said in a low voice, "Wu Jin, I can't hold it in anymore!"

Wu Jin hugged Mo Lingfeng tightly to her back, and responded in a low voice: "Be patient."

The Qiang people paid no attention to the three people huddled together, but looked at Yin Nan suspiciously, wondering if she was excited.

Yin Nan was indeed excited, the blood in his whole body was agitated because of this, his eyes and ears became extremely sensitive, and he licked the corners of his mouth with his tongue, like a glutton about to have a full meal.

She took one step forward, and another step forward, the soft sword at her waist had already been pulled out a finger long, her eyes were shining brightly, and she took the third step.

The man suddenly took a step back.

Qiang people admire nature, they believe in incredible power, and they also believe in their intuition when they are in danger. He sensed the danger of losing both sides from Yin Nan.

Yin Nan took another step forward, and the man took another step back, returned to the youngest boy in the team, and spoke a series of Qiang dialects anxiously and quickly.

The young man took off his bamboo hat, took a step forward, and said in fluent Chinese: "My friends, our family is here to belong, there is no malice, and we will leave immediately."

After all, he imitated the manner of literati saluting, bowing his hands and saluting, unfamiliar and funny.

When he looked up, Mo Lefeng opened his eyes, glanced at him, closed his eyes again, and yawned.

Yin Nan backed away in disappointment.

The young man put on his bamboo hat again and retreated to the elders. The tall man led them away and walked towards Kuanzhou City.

After walking about ten steps, the young man suddenly turned his head, threw a white stone from his hand, and said loudly, "Send you, beautiful little girl!"

The stone was very accurate, and it came straight to Wu Jin, Yin Nan suddenly reached out and grabbed the stone in his hand.

The young man smiled and followed his family's footsteps, and soon disappeared. Mo Lingfeng turned his head, stretched out his hand lazily, took a look at the stone from Yin Nan's hand, and threw it into the grass again.

As soon as the Qiang people left, Cheng Ting immediately blasted out twenty or thirty steps like gunpowder, took off his pants and peed, and after peeing out a long river, he felt relieved.

Relieved, he walked back to Wu Jin: "Where shall we go to eat? I'll treat you."

What happened just now, to him, has been pissed out together with urine.

Mo Lingfeng rubbed his eyes vigorously, jumped off Wu Jin's back, and answered Cheng Ting: "Go to a place with lychee rock sugar water."

Cheng Ting got on his horse and said, "Then go to Yangbaifu, the newly opened store has mutton buns and noodles, and there are many kinds of sugar water."

Mo Lefeng also got on his horse: "Then go to Baifu Yang."

Neither of them took this matter to heart, except Wu Jin.

There is no war and the seemingly peaceful border is actually turbulent and not peaceful.

The four returned their horses, went back to the city together, and had a full meal. Cheng Ting left first, and continued to hang out with friends and friends. Wu Jin decided to send Mo Lingfeng back to his home, and told Zhao Shiheng about meeting the Qiang people.

When we arrived at Mo Mansion, it was still early, and the red sun had not yet set in the west.

Wu Jin stood outside the corner door, the word "Futai" on the lintel was still clean after several times of wind and rain, and the two toads on the short stone pillar were cute and naive, much more pleasing to the eye than Wang Jinghua.

Mo Lingfeng knocked on the door "dong dong", and the doorman on duty quickly opened the door - the doorman used to have a little popularity, but today he is like a mud baby, with his head hanging down, and he dare not even move his eyes excessively.

"Wu Jin, come on!" Mo Lingfeng waved to Wu Jin.

Wu Jin was seeing that something was wrong with the porter, and before she had time to think about it, she stepped in and followed.

The two went straight into the back garden, then both stopped and looked at Mo Qianlan who was waiting in the garden.

Mo Qianlan sat on the swing, holding the thick hemp rope with both hands, pointing his feet on the ground, swinging and swinging, the shadow of the tree slanted, making his face bright and dark at times, a pale and gloomy face, It became more and more cloudy and uncertain, and his expression was frightening.

The servants standing around with their hands down were all silent.

Zhao Shiheng sat on a stone pier beside him, casually flipping through "Shuo Gua Zhuan".

Wu Jin quickly stepped forward to salute: "The student has met Mo Jiedushi and Mr. Zhao."

Mo Qianlan waved his hand to signal him to get out of the way, and Wu Jin immediately crossed his hands and retreated respectfully to Zhao Shiheng's side.

Mo Qianlan sat alone in the mansion, the more he thought about it, the more angry he became, he was so angry that he was half dead, he was so mad, he just waited in the garden for the wild wind of Mo Lingfeng to come back.

The wild wind was blowing back, but Wu Jin was also brought in.

This made him furious, but also "gurgling" out sour gas, and sat firmly on the swing, he asked Mo Lingfeng with a sullen face: "Where did you go?"

Mo Lingfeng replied confidently: "I'm going to the racecourse."

She was full of spirit, without guilt, and ran to Mo Qianlan, wanting to sit on the swing with him.

"Stand," Mo Qianlan yelled at her abruptly, "You're right, I'm too used to you! Do you know how dangerous it is outside!"

His scolding was like a bolt from the blue, not only Mo Lingfeng's eyes widened, but even Zhao Shi was shocked.

Standing by the side, Wu Jin also felt that the clouds were overshadowing—one time, he went to look for Zhao Shiheng to return the book, and heard Zhao Shiheng ask Mo Qianlan what kind of tree to plant. Mo Qianlan said to plant cherry trees, and even teased that his ancestors loved to eat them.

Mo Qianlan's ancestor is Mo Lingfeng, and he has never even flicked her with a finger, let alone such a heavy word.

Zhao Shiheng immediately stood up, worried that Mo Lingfeng was going to cry, and secretly touched his sleeve to see if there was any sugar.

(End of this chapter)