Yu Jun

Chapter 47
The sunset glow diffused into the shop, but could not reach into the shop, Wu Jin stood at the blurred junction of light and dark, the half-worn blouse on her body also became light and dark, the light in her eyes kept changing as the sunset glow receded, and finally condensed into thin ice.

Wu Yi was young and not tall, but now under his gaze, she shrank and shrunk even more. Hearing him asking about where she was going in the afternoon, she was so frightened that she almost fell to her knees on the spot.

Looking at Wu's father and Wu's mother from left to right, they both looked frowning, let alone save him, shivered in the red sunlight, and chattered: "It's Liu Bowen who invited me to Yuhua Street in the afternoon to see, to see—— .”

After hesitating for a moment, he whispered, "Look at Malong."

You can tell he's lying.

Mother Wu glared at him: "Not telling the truth yet!"

Wu Yi immediately shivered.

He has little knowledge of the world, his temperament is like a grass, and he moves with the likes and dislikes of the wind. When he saw Wu Jin, he felt annoyed and vowed to change his ways and study hard. However, when he saw Liu Bowen the next day, he immediately reverted to his old ways. I only hate that I am not a descendant of the Liu family.

As time went by, he actually had limited shame in his heart, mixed with a lot of resentment.

Didn't Wu Jin also go to Yuhua Street to watch a movie, and he only watched the movie for a long time, so why are they interrogating him like a prisoner?

Facing his young and mature brother, he dared to talk back: "You only allow the state officials to set fires, but the common people are not allowed to light lamps!"

Before Wu Jin could speak, he said again: "Didn't you also go to Yuhua Street to see Malong? Why can't I go if you can?"

He turned his head to Wu's mother: "It's because my brother has friends with powerful people, so he can do everything. Liu Bowen is a merchant, so you look down on him!"

"Eccentric!" He stomped his feet suddenly, feeling aggrieved, "Eccentric!"

With tears in his eyes, he ran away. With a sullen face, Wu's mother went to the corner to get a fire stick, and chased him out.

Wu Jin added a piece of firewood, did not go out to dissuade Wu's mother, but only helped in the shop, waited until it was dark, and then went home with Wu's father on her back.

"Brother..." Wu Yi received a heavy beating, but at this moment she was still kneeling in the corridor as punishment, yelling weakly.

Wu Jin first sent Wu's father back to the house, fetched water, wiped his father's body and changed his clothes, and sent his father to relieve his hand. After he was settled properly, he walked into the yard.

He reached out and touched Wu Yi's head: "If you are not sincere, you cannot move people."

After that, he ignored Wu Yi and went straight back to the house.

After refueling and lighting the lamp, and propping up the window with a pole, he sat heavily in the chair, staring blankly at the night outside the window.

Outside, the tree shadows were swaying, sporadic and messy, the wild cats were clever, taking advantage of the darkness to fly over the walls, the mice made rustling sounds in the gutter, and the wild dogs barked outside, noisy and silent.

Wu Jin just sat there for a quarter of an hour before getting up to polish the ink.

"In the 22nd year of Yuanzhang, on the first day of the Fifth Lunar New Year's Day, I was running a horse race outside the city. I met the brothers and sisters of the Shi family. It must have been Cheng Ting's mischief. They raced horses with Mo Lingfeng. They were too far away from the racecourse. They met Sheng Qiang. There was no danger.
If a Qiang is born and enters Kuanzhou, something will happen. I only hope that this disaster can be eliminated as Mr. Zhao said. "

The pen paused for a moment, and then lingered on the paper again.

"Remnant flowers and spots, full of golden light. Black hair covers, pearls embellish thick. The wind stops and the grass stands, leaning on the back to produce fragrance. Don't ride the horse, don't wade in the water, don't listen to the wind."

At the same time, Mo Qianlan walked to the Changsui residence, and was stopped by the nanny as soon as he reached the gate of the courtyard.

The grandma performed the Wanfu ceremony, got up, and immediately stopped Mo Qianlan with her increasingly blessed body.

"Master, the girl said that you are not allowed to go in."

Mo Qianlan was originally on the side of reason, but because he was at a disadvantage, the reason became unreasonable, so he said awkwardly: "Sleeping?"

"No," he said without giving him a good look, "in the cubicle."

"I'll take a look outside."

He walked in like a thief, stepped on the stone steps, and tiptoed to the window, without moving his feet, only stretched his head, and quietly looked at the situation in the compartment.

The cubicle was brightly lit. His bold younger sister, wearing a snow-white jacket and knee-length trousers, trousers and sleeves rolled up, was kneeling on the couch, with a round fan at her feet, and a black one in front of her. A small lacquered table with a glass of iced lychee water and a white porcelain plate filled with sliced ​​candied dates.

My sister looked very bad.

She held the chopsticks like a knife, forked a piece of rice dumpling like a murderer, opened her small mouth and swallowed it in one gulp, forked another piece, swallowed it coldly, put down the chopsticks with a "slap", picked up the round fan and pointed it at herself for a while. Slam fan.

Seeing this situation, Mo Qianlan retracted her head silently, walked out of the courtyard, and told her grandmother: "Eating so many zongzi at night is not easy to restrain."

The nanny has been in Mo's house for decades, she first raised Mo Qianlan, and then brought up Mo Lingfeng, she is not an ordinary nanny, she is very dissatisfied with Mo Qianlan's actions today: "The girl is a blessed person , eat anything to restrain the movement, but you scolded her so that she could not restrain the movement."

Mo Qianlan reached out to touch his nose, and went to the study in desperation.

In the study, Zhao Shiheng stood with his hands behind his back, looking at Ling Xiaohua in the moonlight from the window.

Lingxiao flowers go up from the wall, and hang down a hundred feet, and the fallen flowers fall down whole, vermilion, which makes the study even more ancient.

He saw Mo Qianlan coming from the small path, walking and coughing all the way, and then he remembered that his internal organs were weak, and after sitting next to the iceberg for a while yesterday, his lungs were cold.

When Mo Qianlan entered the study, Zhao Shiheng had already sat down on the lower head, and he sat on the upper head by himself, sighing: "Ah, there is only one spin on his head, why is he so stubborn?"

Zhao Shiheng said: "If it was someone else, she would not be so angry."

Mo Qianlan laughed immediately: "I was confused at the time."

Zhao Shiheng showed a sneer: "You are not only mad and confused, but also out of style. You are so jealous of Wu Jin. How is it different from a jealous woman?"

Mo Qianlan suddenly remembered what he said, feeling embarrassed, coughing again and again, and ordered someone to make tea quickly.

Zhao Shiheng refused to let him go, but put away his sneer, and said seriously: "Since you want to use him, you have to envelop him. Why do you want to make him renounce instead?"

Mo Qianlan bowed his head to be taught: "You are right."

Zhao Shiheng said again: "You can't be separated from him, and Lefeng can't be separated from him."

"Yes, those four Qiang people were found?"

"No, I must have known my whereabouts and hid on purpose," Zhao Shiheng shook his head, "Wang Yunsheng sent a letter to the fortress and put on strict guard so that the Qiang people would not take advantage of this to cause trouble, and there should be no more border quarrels."

Mo Qianlan nodded: "Just wait for Qiu Wei."

He stretched out his hand and scanned the ten-year exam paper on the table. His fingers were as white as jade, his skin was cold and sticky, like a poisonous snake, and he pressed the word "Wu Jin".

A sudden hot wind swept into the room, the scraping pages of the book rattled, and the unshaded candle shook violently, turning into a little bit of blue light, and finally even that little bit of blue light dissipated, leaving only the pale gray moonlight in the room .

Mo and Zhao didn't move at all, they glanced at each other, their four eyes gleamed with a dark light, like ghosts gathered in hell, furtive
(End of this chapter)