Yu Jun

Mo Qianlan's stars hold the moon, standing out from the crowd.

He was wearing a moon-white narrow-sleeved blouse, and a soap-colored cloak with double-breasted and wide-sleeved outer covering. He had cropped temple hair, crouching silkworm eyebrows, and red phoenix eyes.

Even the maid who was serving in the garden couldn't help but look at him secretly.

The officials who had held their heads upright just now bent over immediately, and stood on both sides with smiles on their faces, paying respects with an apologetic smile, while the rest of the people also calmed down and saluted.

Mo Qianlan glanced casually across everyone's faces, and when he saw Wu Jin, he casually smiled and went to the first seat to sit down.

Wu Jin stood up straight with everyone, watching Mo Qianlan drink a cup of hot tea alone, surrounded by smiling faces, he alone remained indifferent, as if once he let go of Mo Lingfeng's hand, he immediately became empty.

Cheng Ting dragged Wu Jin to pick the last seat and sat down, pointed at the candlestick, and said in a low voice, "Look at that Huzhou Douding, it's unsightly!"

Mr. Ding of the Huzhou family was still seated next to the eldest brother of the Cheng family. The elder brother of the Cheng family was exactly like his father.

Cheng Ting looked at it and felt ashamed for Mrs. Xu - how to pick and choose, she picked a small one for her daughter.

Wu Jin told the truth: "It's just that I'm short, but my face is still pretty."

Cheng Ting sneered: "Sister Huiran stands next to him, it's like a city and a country."

At the same time, this Huzhou Douding stood up and drank with others, and his capacity for alcohol seemed to be very poor, and he coughed several times after a glass of wine.

Cheng Ting sneered even more: "This Douding must have been unable to marry a good girl in Huzhou, so he brought his idea to Kuanzhou."

The two chattered for a while, and the banquet was set up neatly. Cheng Taishan was a real person, half of the table was filled with boiled and stewed mutton, and the rest of the table was unambiguous. It was worth a taste in this cold weather.

Soon everyone stretched out their chopsticks again and again, chewing while being gentle.

Mo Qianlan ate some food, drank a bowl of mutton soup, felt a bit of wind, and immediately rolled in his stomach, got up early and left the table to rest in Cheng Taishan's study.

He was about to leave, Cheng Taishan also stood up, Wang Zhizhou was instructed by him on the Dragon Boat Festival, not only was he not punished for the provocation, but His Majesty praised him in the memorial, put down his chopsticks quickly, and followed suit.

As a Jiedu envoy with no real power, Mo Qianlan asked the Zhizhou and the prefect to put down their chopsticks, and other people who were eating and drinking in a lively manner also stopped their chopsticks.

Cheng Taishan told the others to continue to eat and drink, the officials were not short of this meal, they all got up and followed.

As soon as the big and small officials left, the young master, who was still cramped just now, immediately became active, toasting and flattering each other one after another.

Cheng Ting saw that Ding Langjun was not pleasing to his eyes, so he ignored Wu Jin's dissuasion, picked up the jug and went to toast him, but after three cups, Ding Langjun let him pour it on the ground.

Before Cheng Ting had time to show the joy of winning, the servant brought by Ding Langjun immediately stepped forward to help him up, saying something in his mouth that Miss Xu is in the backyard, and when I find out later, I should feel distressed.

Cheng Sanpang was immediately distraught and returned to his seat.

He sat down next to Wu Jin, even his appetite was downcast, he wiped his nose, lifted the jug, and drank a glass of bitter wine of love.

Wu Jin controlled him and forbade him to drink too much. She scooped up a bowl of soup by herself, and heard the word Mo Lingfeng in her ears.

Turning his head to look, it was Wang Jinghua at the other table who was talking about the horror of Guanyi.

After he finished his eloquent narration, someone mentioned that Mo Lingfeng was robbed up the mountain.

Wang Jinghua clenched his hands into fists, coughed near his mouth, and winked: "I've been in the mountains for a few days... If this is a girl from someone else's family..."

He didn't finish his words, and his meaning was unclear, but he had a wretched smile and an obscene expression, so he could understand what he meant without saying anything.

Shi Yuan immediately frowned: "Miss Mo is young, brother Hua is merciful."

"I didn't say anything," Wang Jinghua said immediately, "Don't wrong me."

Then he snorted: "Mo Jiedu hurt her so badly, how dare I say anything, Shi Yuan, you don't mean to climb higher branches, do you?"

Shi Yuan shut his mouth immediately and concentrated on filling his stomach.

After the meal, the servants removed the table, and everyone drank tea, talked, wrote poems, and played the piano together in twos and threes. They tried their best, but Cheng Ting still drank too much and went to the official room to vomit in a daze.

Wu Jin helped Cheng Ting out of the official room, picked a corner and sat down, and after a while, he heard Wang Jinghua's soft and thin voice coming from one side.

Wang Jinghua avoided people on purpose, and chatted with his friends: "It's not that there are ten-year-old girls in Yuhua Street, but everyone is afraid to speak because of that one. When she grows up, do you see anyone?" Come to propose marriage."

He still said it in an extremely cryptic manner, but no matter how cryptic it was, Wu Jin could tell that he was talking about Mo Lingfeng.

With a gloomy complexion, he threw away Cheng Ting's hand and stood up, walking straight to Wang Jinghua: "Young Master Wang."

Wang Jinghua was startled, turned to see him, and said, "Wu Jin? What's the matter?"

Wu Jin said, "Be cautious in your words and deeds."

"What?" Wang Jinghua frowned and waved impatiently, "I'll talk to you later, go away."

Wu Jin stretched out her left hand, held down Wang Jinghua's swaying hand, and then pressed his shoulder, making him listen carefully to what she said: "Young Master Wang, I say you should be cautious in your words and deeds, and only say what you see and what you know Yes, don't start rumors."

Wang Jinghua was stunned by what he said, and at the same time felt that Wu Jin's left hand was immobilizing him, which was a kind of calm admonishment.

He was very displeased with this kind of offense, and felt a little afraid of Wu Jin's serious words, so he raised his arm unconsciously and swiped his hand away forcefully.

"You're fucking sick..."

Wu Jin clenched a fist in her left hand and swung it violently, hitting Wang Jinghua directly in the face.

The punched Wang Jinghua fell backwards. Amidst the exclamation, two tubes of nosebleeds burst out from Wang Jinghua's nostrils.

Wang Jinghua raised his hand and wiped it, and wiped the blood dripping from the lower half of his face. Then he got up, opened his mouth, spit out a mouthful of bloody saliva, and looked at Wu Jin as if he had seen a ghost: "You hit me! How dare you Hit me?"

Cheng Ting was still there, drunk and dreaming, when suddenly he heard screams, and the surroundings were in a mess, he got up and stood up wobbly, looking into the crowd, he saw Wu Jin and Wang Jinghua embracing each other, very affectionate .

His mind was confused for a moment, and then again, and he suddenly woke up and rushed over: "Hand! Hand! Stop hitting!"

Wu Jin has been carrying a cake cage since she was a child, and her hands are very strong. Even with her left hand, she can beat Wang Jinghua to tears, but his other hand has been broken for more than a month, and it is still tied.

The people next to him turned to help Wang Jinghua again, and Wu Jin was at a disadvantage for a while.

Cheng Ting threw away Wang Jinghua abruptly, kicked away the hand that was on the sidelines, protected Wu Jin, and scolded Wang Jinghua angrily: "Hand! Didn't you see his hand was broken? Dead toad!"

Wang Jinghua shot back with nosebleeds: "A dead pig, it's this cake seller who started first!"

Cheng Ting didn't care about the indiscriminate, and dragged Wu Jin to stand up: "Then you must be the cheapest! Your mouth is the cheapest! The widest in the state!"

"You're the cheapest, he's stupid in reading! I'm here to talk to Sun Jing, and he's here to show off!"

"You and your little toad can say something nice!"

Sun Jing, the little toad, stood aside and glared at Cheng Ting.