Yu Jun

Chapter 61
Wu Jin was not at home, and in the bakery there were only Wu's father and mother, who were stained with oily twists, and two announcers in yellow clothes. Fa Jie Trial No.1 Jie Yuan."

Jiebao and "Wujia Cake Shop" stand side by side, making this small bakery flourish.

Along with it, Shishi Street is shining, and people have become a tide, spreading to the windows, roofs, firewood stacks, and trees.

Shishi Street is already so crowded, and there are even more crowds outside Shishi Street. Crowds of people come from different places and converge at the street intersection. The sedan chairs, carriages, and tall horses are mixed in the crowd, making it difficult to advance or retreat.

No one would have guessed that Xie Yuan lived in this place.

It was even more unexpected that Xie Yuan was in another vortex at this time.

The Mo mansion is isolated from the world, and the mountain babbler in the back garden is singing, flapping its wings and flying around, the ground is covered with black and gray feathers, it is very noisy - Mo Lingfeng is shooting birds, and he missed an arrow.

On the rockery, Wu Jin grabbed Mo Lingfeng's left wrist, forcing her to let go of the bowstring: "Go down."

Then he went to snatch the bow and arrow from Mo Lingfeng's hand, and said in a low voice, "Go down."

Mo Lingfeng's skin is tender and tender, he has never held a bow and arrow, and he has never worn a bowstring, and before he can shoot a bird, his skin is broken and red and swollen, his fingers are dripping, and there are already dark red blood stains.

Mo Lingfeng was in a trance, holding the bow and not letting go, thinking that if that priest Zhang came to the garden, she would shoot him into the lake with an arrow - early this morning, Godfather Zhang asked when he was going to leave.

But if there is no enshrinement, there will be oxen and horses. Even if there is no enshrinement, she will go to Beijing with the grain team.

She wanted to shoot another arrow and shoot out all the annoying thoughts in her heart, but Wu Jin pinched her hand and held on to the shaft of the arrow, making her even more troubled.

Wu Jin is the best person, she can't lose her temper with Wu Jin.

She thought again: "Zhang Gongfeng didn't make a mistake, we can't shoot him into the lake."

At this moment, Wu Jin took the bow and arrow out of her hand, put them aside, and forced her to walk down.

Mo Lingfeng became anxious, and pushed Wu Jin hard. Wu Jin was standing on a sharp stone with one foot, and suddenly she pushed her, his foot was unsteady, his foot sprained when it landed, and he gasped in pain.

He hid the sore spot calmly, took her down forcibly, and continued to hold her hand to Jiu Sixuan: "I will definitely pass the test. I will accompany you on the way to the capital. When I go to the capital, I will accompany you." And I will serve you as a fasting servant."

"Don't you believe me?" Wu Jin led her to sit down in the flower hall, and looked down at her hands.

Mo Lingfeng lowered his head and said dreamily, "Can horse racing be done in Kyoto?"

Wu Jin got up and looked for the broken medicine used by Cheng Ting in the low cabinet: "I must be able to run."

Can run, but not as bright as Kuanzhou.

The pungent medicinal powder was poured on Mo Lefeng's fingers, and she shrank her hand back in pain, then stretched out her hand again: "Is Kyoto the same as what we eat?"

Wu Jin sprinkled the medicinal powder, cut out a white muslin cloth with scissors, and wrapped it around her fingers: "I read that the northern flavors are different, and the capital is lighter. However, in the bustling capital of Kyoto, there are countless authentic shops. You can still try it." Taste the taste of the south."

His tone was so calm, even full of longing, which could greatly comfort people's hearts. Mo Lingfeng listened, and his sagging face also relaxed, showing a little childish smile.

And after he finished speaking, his heart was actually full of sadness. He knew that once they entered Beijing, the brothers and sisters of the Mo family might face life and death.

He only hoped that Mo Qianlan could turn the tide - Mo Qianlan was sick and dangerous, and he was not a lamb to be slaughtered. Even with Mo Lingfeng, he would occasionally show his fangs beyond his innocence.

Mo Lefeng looked down at the thin and small knot on his finger: "I just like the taste of Kuanzhou."

She looked at Wu Jin guiltily again: "I'm sorry."

Wu Jin smiled and said, "What are you sorry for?"

Mo Lefeng stretched out his hand and pointed at his foot: "You twisted your foot."

Wu Jin was taken aback for a moment, she didn't expect her to notice, she moved her feet slightly: "It's okay."

He reached out to touch the teapot, and poured Mo Lingfeng a cup of warm tea: "Are you blowing the xun?"

Mo Lingfeng took a sip of tea, took out the xun, sobbed and blew, the tune was already in tune, but his breathing was unstable, sometimes he screamed "woo--", and sometimes he choked to the ground with a "thump--", making him The tone was thrilling.

She puffed her cheeks and blew for a long time. After she calmed down, she put down the xun and took a sip of water to rest.

From the ups and downs of the tune, Wu Jin recognized the song. It was the Xiqin song he had heard in Yanguan. Cheng Ting said it was called "Fengxuehan", but he didn't expect Mo Lingfeng to play it with Xun.

Mo Lingfeng calmed down. Seeing Wu Jin listening carefully to her blowing the xun, she thought that her hard work really paid off, and she learned a lot by studying hard and practicing hard.

So she raised the Xun and blew it again.

Wu Jin asked for trouble, her ears hurt, and she wanted to accompany Mo Lingfeng, so she had to sit still.

When Cheng Ting came, Mo Lingfeng was having a good time, he looked at Wu Jin, then at Mo Lingfeng: "Lingfeng, Wu Jin is such a good person, I have been with you all the time, I know you are not feeling well, but you You can't repay your kindness with revenge."

Mo Lingfeng immediately put down the xun, jumped up and punched him.

Cheng Ting was severely beaten, but did not fight back, and looked at Wu Jin beamingly: "Wu Jieyuan."

Wu Jin looked at Cheng Ting in surprise: "Me?"

"It's not you," Cheng Ting stood with his hands behind his back, with a serious face, "It's me, the leader of the Kuanzhou Fajie Examination in the 22nd year of Yuanzhang."

Wu Jin, who was so confident, couldn't help being surprised, a small burst of joy burst out of his shell, and "gurgle" flowed in his body, he stood up suddenly, walked to the window, turned his back to Mo Lingfeng, deeply Take a breath.

Jieyuan.

Jieyuan!

The smile on his face is like the flower of spring dawn, slowly blooming.

I will never fail my parents' hard work, never fail my teacher's teaching, and never fail to study hard.

The shadow of the tree outside the window wandered, covering him, running over his body, he didn't notice anything, he only knew to look up, the tree had big roots and deep branches, luxuriant branches and leaves, and the colorful paintings under the eaves were dazzling and colorful, It was painted by Dan Qing's masterful hand, and it was carved by a skilled craftsman, but none of them can compare to the enthusiasm in his heart at the moment.

After a while, he put away the smile on his face, turned around, and saw Mo Lingfeng standing behind him with his head up at some point, raised his hand, and swiped from top to bottom: "Squat down."

Wu Jin squatted down, ready to bear her little fist - he really shouldn't be overjoyed when Mo Lingfeng was so sad.

Mo Lingfeng stretched out his hands, wrapped them around his neck, hugged him briefly, then withdrew his hands, returned to his original position and sat down.

Her hug barely touched Wu Jin, but in a short time, she conveyed to Wu Jin the feeling of being happy for him.

He stood up, and the suppressed smile rose again, and Cheng Ting strode forward, opened his hands, gave him a firm hug, and patted his back vigorously: "Lu Mingyan, don't lose it!" our faces."

(End of this chapter)