Wu Jin was not at home. In the cake shop there were only Wu's father and Wu's mother, who were stained with oily twists, and two messengers in yellow clothes. The good news was hung high at the door of the cake shop, with a letter: "Good news for Wu Jin High School in Kuanzhou, your hometown." The first place in the Fajie Test is Jieyuan.”
The good news and the four characters "Wujia Cake Shop" stand side by side, making this small cake shop full of glory.
Shishi Street shines with it, and people become a tide, spreading to the windows, roofs, firewood stacks, and trees.
Shishi Street is already so crowded, and there are even more people outside Shishi Street. The crowds pour out from different places and converge at the street entrance. sedans, carriages, and tall horses are mixed in the crowd, and they are in a dilemma.
No one would have thought that Jie Yuan actually lived in this place.
It was even more unexpected that Jie Yuan was in another whirlpool at this time.
Mo Mansion is isolated from the world. In the back garden, babblers sing and fly around, with black and gray feathers all over the ground. It is very noisy - Mo Lingfeng is shooting birds, but misses an arrow.
Wu Jin grabbed Mo Lingfeng's left wrist on the rockery and forced her to loosen the bowstring: "Get down."
Then he grabbed the bow and arrow from Mo Lingfeng's hand and whispered: "Go down..."
Mo Lingfeng has thin skin and tender flesh. He has never held a bow and arrow, and he has not worn a scepter to draw the string. Before the bird was shot, his skin was torn and red and swollen. There were already bright red blood stains on his fingers.
Mo Lingfeng was in a daze, holding on to the bow and not letting go, thinking that if Zhang Zongfeng came to the garden, she would shoot him into the lake with an arrow. Early this morning, Zhang Zongfeng asked about the departure time.
But without Zhang offering sacrifices, there would still be offerings of cattle and horses. Even if there were no offerings, she would still have to go to Beijing with the grain transport team.
She wanted to shoot out all the annoying thoughts in her heart with another arrow, but Wu Jin squeezed her hand and held on to the arrow shaft, which made her even more troubled.
Wu Jin is the best person, she can't lose her temper with Wu Jin.
She thought again: "Zhang Gongfeng did not make any mistakes. We cannot shoot him into the lake."
At this time, Wu Jin took the bow and arrow out of her hand, placed them on one side, and forced her to go down.
Mo Lingfeng became anxious and pushed Wu Jin hard. Wu Jin was standing on a sharp stone with one foot. Suddenly, he was pushed by her and his feet became unstable. His feet twisted when they landed on the ground. He gasped in pain.
He calmly hid the pain and took her down by force, then continued to hold her hand and lead her to Jiusixuan: "I will definitely pass the test. I will accompany you on the way to Kyoto. When I go to Kyoto, I will I will also serve as a servant for you..."
"Don't you believe me?" Wu Jin led her to sit down in the flower hall and lowered his head to look at her hand.
Mo Lingfeng lowered his head and murmured in his sleep: "Can horse racing be done in Kyoto?"
Wu Jin got up and looked for the bruise medicine used by Cheng Ting in the low cabinet: "I think he can run away."
It can run, but it's not as bright as Kuanzhou.
The pungent smelling powder was poured on Mo Lingfeng's fingers. She shrank her hand back in pain, then stretched out her hand: "Is the food in Kyoto the same as what we eat?"
Wu Jin sprinkled the medicinal powder, cut out a piece of white muslin with scissors, and wrapped it around her finger: "I read in the book that the tastes in the north are different, and Kyoto is lighter. However, Kyoto is a prosperous place with countless main stores. You can also try it. Taste the South.”
His tone was so calm, even full of longing, which could greatly soothe people's hearts. As Mo Lingfeng listened, his slumped face relaxed, with a childish smile.
After he finished speaking, his heart actually felt desolate. He knew that once he entered Beijing, the Mo brothers and sisters might face separation or death.
He only hoped that Mo Qianlan could turn the tide - Mo Qianlan was weak and dangerous at the same time, and was not a lamb to be slaughtered. Even Mo Lingfeng would occasionally show his fangs despite his innocence.
Mo Lingfeng looked down at the thin 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, "Why are you sorry for me?"
Mo Lingfeng stretched out his hand and pointed at his foot: "I made you twist your foot."
Wu Jin was stunned, not expecting that she would notice, and moved her feet slightly: "It's okay."
He reached out to touch the teapot and poured a cup of warm tea for Mo Lingfeng: "Are you playing the xun?"
Mo Lingfeng took a sip of tea, took out the xun carefully, and started blowing the music. The tune was already in tune, but his breath was unstable. Sometimes he screamed "woo——" and sometimes he sobbed "puff——" and fell to the ground. The tune was thrilling.
She flapped her cheeks and blew for a long time. After she calmed down, she put the xun down and took a sip of water to take a breath.
Wu Jin heard the tune from the ups and downs of the tune. It was the Xi Qin piece he had heard in Yan Guan. Cheng Ting said it was called "Wind and Snow Cold", but he didn't expect that Mo Lingfeng could also play the xun.
Mo Lingfeng calmed down. When he saw Wu Jin listening to him playing the xun attentively, he thought that his hard work paid off, and he had made great progress by studying hard and practicing hard.
So she raised the xun and started blowing again.
Wu Jin asked for trouble, his ears hurt, and he wanted to accompany Mo Lingfeng, so he had to sit still.
When Cheng Ting came, Mo Lingfeng was blowing happily. He looked at Wu Jin and then at Mo Lingfeng: "Lingfeng, Wu Jin is such a good person. He is always with you. I know you feel bad, but you You can't repay kindness with hatred."
Mo Lingfeng immediately put down the xun, jumped up and punched him.
Cheng Ting was severely beaten but did not fight back. He looked at Wu Jin with joy and said, "Wu Jieyuan."
Wu Jin looked at Cheng Ting in surprise: "Me?"
"It's not you," Cheng Ting stood with his hands behind his hands, his face solemn. "It's me. I won the first place in the Kuanzhou Examination in the 22nd year of Yuanzhang."
Even though Wu Jin was confident, he couldn't help but be surprised. A small burst of joy burst out of his shell, and "gurgling" flowed through his body. He stood up suddenly, walked to the window, turned his back to Mo Lingfeng, and deeply felt. Take a breath.
Jieyuan.
Jieyuan!
The smile on his face was like a spring dawn flower, slowly blooming.
In the end, I will live up to my parents’ hard work, my teacher’s teachings, and my unremitting study.
The shadows of the trees outside the window moved around, covering him and running over his body. He didn't notice anything. He only looked up and saw the trees with deep roots and luxuriant branches that had not fallen. The colorful paintings under the eaves were dazzling and colorful. It was painted by a masterful painter and carved by a skilled craftsman, but none of it could compare to the fervor in his heart at this moment.
After a while, he put away the smile on his face and turned around, only to see Mo Lingfeng standing behind him with his head raised. He raised his hand and said from top to bottom: "Squat down."
Wu Jin squatted down, preparing to bear her little fist - he really shouldn't be happy when Mo Lingfeng was so sad.
Mo Lingfeng stretched out his hands, put them around his neck, gave him a short hug, then withdrew his hands and returned to his original position to sit 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 appeared again, and Cheng Ting strode forward, opened his hands, gave him a fierce hug, and slapped his back vigorously: "Don't throw away the Lu Ming Banquet." Our faces.”
