Yu Jun

Cheng Ting looked at Wu Jin with a frown, and felt that Wu Jin had changed a lot after returning from the post house.

The person is still the same person, and his posture and appearance are still the same as before, but before the exam, Wu Jin has the spirit of a young man, confident and calm, dignified as if he was a dragon and a phoenix coming out of a book. It has fully revealed the character of the scholar.

At that time, he thought that Wu Jin would continue to be so high-spirited, winning the first prize, the number one scholar, being promoted to the rank, wearing purple waist and golden clothes.

But when I saw him today, he was withered and fallen like autumn grass.

"Wu Jin, you. You." Cheng Ting withdrew his gaze and looked at his toes, "Do you think uncle is not a good person?"

He lowered his voice: "Did you also hear about the incident where the Loubo merchant made a confession to his uncle?"

Wu Jin nodded calmly and rationally: "He's not a good person, but it's not because of Luboshang. The Mo Jiedushi you know is just the tip of the iceberg floating on the water."

Without emotion, he made a very fair assessment: "He is a devil."

After hearing his words, Cheng Ting's heart skipped a beat again, and he couldn't stop turning his head from side to side, wanting to see if there were people from the Mo family around.

No, only them, and a group of onlookers.

He quietly breathed a sigh of relief, not daring to touch Mo Qianlan's true face - this uncle kept a cold heart, as if it had been like this since birth, and he did not try to warm anyone.

"If you don't go to study, I won't go either. I just wanted to play with Lefeng. You don't want to see Mr. Zhao and uncle, so I called Lefeng out, and the three of us went for a horse race."

He thought for a while, and then said: "Don't be as knowledgeable as Lefeng, you see she gets angry and even hits the Jiedu envoy."

Wu Jin smiled and didn't answer, but said goodbye to Cheng Ting and said that she would go to the bakery to help.

Cheng Ting couldn't stop him, so he had no choice but to let him go. When he turned his head and saw the sugar figurine stand, he took out the few copper coins he had and bought one, intending to send it to Mo Lingfeng.

In his opinion, Mo Lingfeng's temperament is really weird, she was not interested in strangers by nature, she never drank milk from the nanny's arms when she was young, she had to squeeze it out, Mo Qianlan hugged her and fed her with a spoon.

But that's external.

To her own people, she is more sincere than anyone else.

I'm afraid Mo Lingfeng is also very sad today, he wants to comfort him for a while, and also wants to try the rock candied walnuts made by Wu Jin.

Wu Jin walked all the way home, feeling her chest was very oppressed, like a ball of wet cotton, she couldn't spit it out no matter what, so she had to endure it forcefully.

When he got home, he was really out of breath, so he simply raised his hand and tore open the skirt of his clothes, scratching his heart a few times.

Immediately there were fresh bloodstains on that place, and there was a burning pain, and the suffocation in his heart flowed out with a few bloodstains, which made him feel much better.

There was water in the large pot on the kitchen stove, and a piece of firewood was piled up in the ashes of the stove, which kept the pot of water warm. He went in and uncovered the pot, took out a rough porcelain bowl, scooped up a bowl of water and drank it.

The warm water made him feel like returning to the human world—his world was upright and clean.

If he had never fallen into Mo's residence, he would be more aboveboard than he is now.

People felt better, so he rushed to the bakery to help. The outsiders changed the name of Wujia Bakery to Jieyuan Cake. There were many more people buying cakes than usual. He hung his right arm and used his left hand to give people Settle accounts and collect money.

Mother Wu felt sorry for him and wanted to go to his house, but he insisted on working here.

After a busy day, he sneezed twice when he came home. He seemed to have a cold. Mother Wu hurriedly boiled a bowl of ginger soup for him, put it on the table and drank it slowly, then raised a charcoal fire and put it in his room. .

Wu Jin drank ginger soup, read a book, and wrote a diary.

"October 22st, 21nd year of Yuanzhang, Yin."

He wrote down the confrontation with Zhao Shiheng today, word by word, on paper, and engraved it in his heart. After finishing writing, he opened the cage, buried his head in counting for a while, took out a stack of diaries, and put them on the table together with today's , scanned one by one.

From the third day of October, he began to write the diary with his left hand. At that time, the handwriting was crooked, and it was difficult to grasp the severity of the strokes.

"Broken right arm, narrowly escaped death, no news from Lefeng, very worried."

After that, on the fourth day of October, it was still "worried", and until the tenth day of October, it was full of worries, and there was no peace for a moment.

Then came his suspicions.

He clutched the diaries and went out into the kitchen.

If anyone with a heart sees his diary, countless disturbances will arise. Since he has decided to remain silent, these things will also disappear.

As soon as he entered the kitchen, he saw Wu Yi sitting on a stool, carrying a long spoon, secretly eating rock candy walnuts. After seeing Wu Jin, he trembled in fright and almost fell off the stool.

He timidly put the porcelain vat away, and got off the stool: "Brother, I, I'm a little hungry... I didn't eat enough for dinner!"

Wu Jin glanced at him: "Go and rinse your mouth, don't eat too much, if your teeth are broken, there is no way to cure them."

Wu Yi nodded quickly, lifted the lid of the stove, scooped out a bowl of water to rinse his mouth and wash his hands, and cleaned the spoon.

After going out to pour out the dirty water and put the basin away, he poked his head in through the door, and was about to ask Wu Jin why he didn't sleep, when he saw Wu Jin throw the stack of diaries into the fire.

Wu Yi was startled, and jerked his head back, his ears scraped against the door frame immediately, and he let out an "ouch" from the pain.

He subconsciously covered his mouth, and when he looked inside, he saw Wu Jin using a blowtorch to push the fire away.

"Not good," he backed up again and again, went straight to the main house, stared his eyes wide open, and said to Wu's father and mother, "Brother, brother, he's crazy!"

Wu's mother raised her hand and gave him a crisp.

Wu Yi covered her head and jumped up and down: "Really! Brother is burning the diary!"

"Really?" Wu's mother became anxious immediately.

Wu Jin began to write diaries when she entered the state school, and kept them in the box one by one, without even a corner. How can I burn it?

She hurriedly ran to the kitchen, and as soon as she entered, she saw that Wu Jin had completely burned the diary, and she was terrified: "Boss, why did you burn these things?"

"Aniang," Wu Jin replied concisely, "I don't want it anymore."

Mother Wu couldn't figure it out for a while, she could only watch Wu Jin go back to the house, and when it was midnight, she still couldn't fall asleep, so she got up and pushed open Wu Jin's door, seeing Wu Jin sleeping soundly, she felt relieved, bent down to tuck Wu Jin in the quilt horn.

As a result, as soon as she reached out her hand, she felt that Wu Jin's whole body was scorching hot, as if she was burning like coals.

"Boss!"

As Wu Jin grows up, she doesn't know what to do. This time, she was so sick that her parents were very worried. She had a high fever for three days and had a runny nose for four or five days. By the time she recovered, it was already November.

Wu Yi had no one to restrain him, he poked his hooves out and had fun outside, playing truant with his good friend Liu Bowen all day, playing outside, until Wu Jin recovered from his illness, he quietly calmed down and obediently went to school to have sex.

The fortress also gradually calmed down. Maybe it was because those thunderstorms were too extraordinary to frighten the enemy country that was about to make a move in one fell swoop, or maybe it was too cold to make a big move, so Jinlu secretly waited for the opportunity before taking action.

There was no big movement, but small nuisances continued. The frozen glaciers made it easier for Jinlu to enter the racecourse. For a while, soldiers lined up on both sides of the river, stifling all troubles.