The sunset diffused into the shop, but could not reach into the shop. Wu Jin stood at the blurred junction of light and dark, and the half-worn quilt on his body also became uncertain. The light in his eyes kept changing as the sunset receded, and finally condensed into Thin ice.
Wu Yi, who was already young and short in stature, shrank and dwarfed under his gaze. When he asked about his whereabouts in the afternoon, he was so frightened that he almost fell to his knees on the spot.
He looked around at Wu's father and Wu's mother, both of whom were frowning. They couldn't save him. They shuddered in the red glow and chirped: "It was Liu Bowen who invited me this afternoon...invited me to go to Yu Look at the Flower Street, look at——.”
After hesitating for a moment, he whispered: "I saw Ma Long."
It was immediately obvious that he was lying.
Mother Wu glared at him: "You still haven't told the truth!"
Wu Yi shivered immediately.
He knew only a little about the world, and his temper was like grass, moving 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, the next day, when he saw Liu Bowen, he immediately returned to his old ways. I just regret that I am not a descendant of the Liu family.
As time went by, he actually felt a little bit of shame in his heart, mixed with a lot of resentment.
Didn’t Wu Jin also go to Yuhua Street to watch a play? He only watched the play for half a day. How come he was interrogated like a prisoner?
Facing his young and mature brother, he had the courage to talk back: "You only allow the state officials to set fires, but not the people to light lamps!"
Before Wu Jin could speak, he added, "Didn't you also go to Yuhua Street to see Malong? Why can you go but I can't?"
He turned his head to Wu Mu: "Just because my brother is friends with powerful people, he can do anything. Liu Bowen is a businessman, so you look down on him!"
"Partial!" He stamped his feet suddenly, feeling aggrieved, "Partial!"
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 some firewood and did not go out to dissuade Wu's mother. He only helped in the shop and waited until it got dark before carrying Wu's father home.
"Brother..." Wu Yi was still kneeling in the corridor and cried out weakly after receiving a heavy beating.
Wu Jin first sent Wu's father back to the house, then fetched water, wiped his father's body and changed his clothes, and then sent his father to relieve himself. 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.
He added oil to light the lamp and propped up the window with a pole. He sat heavily in the chair and stared at the night outside the window.
The shadows of the trees outside were swaying and scattered, wild cats were clever and took advantage of the darkness to fly over the walls, rats rustled in the gutter, and wild dogs barked outside, noisily but silently.
Wu Jin sat like this for a quarter of an hour before getting up to polish his ink.
"In the 22nd year of Yuanzhang, on the first day of the fifth lunar month, I met the Shi family brothers and sisters during a horse race outside the city. It must be Cheng Ting's fault. He was racing with Mo Lingfeng too far from the racecourse and encountered a Qiang. There was no danger.
If the Qiang enter Kuanzhou, they will definitely cause trouble. I can only hope that this disaster can be eliminated as Mr. Zhao said. "
The writing paused for a moment, then lingered on the paper.
"The remaining flowers are stained with golden light. The black hair is covered with pearls. The grass stands when the wind stops, and the fragrance blooms when you lean on your back. Don't let your horse ride, don't wade in the water, don't listen to the wind."
At the same time, Mo Qianlan walked to Changsui Residence. As soon as he reached the entrance of the courtyard, he was stopped by the nanny.
Auntie performed the Wanfu Ceremony, stood up, and immediately stopped in front of Mo Qianlan with her growing body.
"Uncle, the girl said you are not allowed to go in."
Mo Qianlan was originally on the right side, but because he was at a disadvantage, what was right became unreasonable, so he said in a nonchalant manner: "Are you sleeping?"
"No," she said without giving him a good look, "it's 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. He didn't move his feet, only stretched his head, and quietly looked at the situation in the compartment.
The lights were brightly lit in the compartment. His bold sister, wearing a snow-white tunic and knee-length trousers, with her trouser legs and sleeves rolled up high, was sitting on her knees on the couch, with a round fan beside her feet and a black fan in front of her. On the lacquered table, there is a glass of iced lychee water and a white porcelain plate filled with cut candied date rice dumplings.
My sister looked very unkind.
She held her chopsticks like a knife, forked up a piece of rice dumpling like a murderer, opened her small mouth and swallowed it in one gulp, then picked up another piece, swallowed it into her stomach with a cold eyebrow, put down the chopsticks with a "pop", picked up the ball fan and held it in front of herself. Fan violently.
Seeing this, Mo Qianlan silently retracted his head, walked out of the courtyard, and told the nanny: "It's hard to get rid of eating so many rice dumplings at night."
Auntie has been in Mo Mansion for decades. She first brought up Mo Qianlan and then Mo Lingfeng. She is not an ordinary nanny. She is very dissatisfied with Mo Qianlan's behavior today: "Girl is a blessed person. , she can't move even if she eats anything, but you scold her so that she can't move."
Mo Qianlan stretched out her hand to touch her nose and went to the study room dejectedly.
In the study, Zhao Shiheng stood with his hands behind his hands, looking at the Lingxiao flowers in the moonlight in front of the window.
Soaring flowers edged up the wall, and then hung down hundreds of feet. The fallen flowers fell down in whole pieces, a patch of vermilion, making the study more and more ancient. The aroma from the incense burner on the table was scorching, and the big flowers hit the clothes.
When he saw Mo Qianlan coming from the path, coughing all the way, he remembered that his internal organs were delicate. After sitting next to the iceberg for a while yesterday, there was cold air in his lungs.
When Mo Qianlan entered the study, Zhao Shiheng had already sat down on the lower seat. He sat on the upper seat by himself and sighed: "I only have one spin on my head, why are you so stubborn?"
Zhao Shiheng said: "If it were anyone else, she wouldn't be so angry."
Mo Qianlan laughed immediately: "I was so angry at the time."
Zhao Shiheng gave a sneer: "You are not only angry, but you have lost your grace. You are so jealous and jealous of Wu Jin. How are you different from a jealous wife?"
Mo Qianlan suddenly remembered what he had said, felt embarrassed, coughed repeatedly, 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 win him over. Why do you want to alienate him instead?"
Mo Qianlan lowered his head and accepted the instruction: "That's what you said."
Zhao Shiheng said again: "You can't be separated from him, and Lingfeng can't be separated from him."
"Yes, have the four Qiang people been found?"
"No, I must have known that my whereabouts were exposed and hid deliberately." Zhao Shiheng shook his head. "Wang Yunsheng sent a letter to the fortress and put strict guards on it to prevent the Qiang people from causing trouble. There should be no side provocations."
Mo Qianlan nodded: "Just wait for Qiu Wei."
He stretched out his hand and swept the Xun Kao paper on the desk. His fingers were as white as jade, his skin was cold and sticky, like a poisonous snake, and he pressed the word "Wu Jin".
Suddenly a hot strong wind swept into the room, making a "squeaking" sound on the pages of the book. The candle without a lampshade shook violently and turned into a little blue light. Finally, even the weak blue light dissipated, leaving only the gray moonlight filling the room. .
Mo and Zhao didn't move at all, looking at each other, their four eyes flashing with dark light, like ghosts gathered in hell, extremely sneaky.
