Mo Qianlan, with all the stars holding the moon, stands out among the chickens.
He wears a moon-white narrow-sleeved blouse underneath, and a soap-colored cloak with wide sleeves on the outside. He has cut-cut sideburns, silkworm eyebrows, red and phoenix eyes, and a face that is white and rosy with cold, which is particularly eye-catching.
Even the maids and mothers who were waiting in the garden couldn't help but look at him secretly.
The officials who had held their heads high just now immediately bent down, stood on both sides with smiles on their faces, and paid their respects with a smile. The others also calmed down and saluted.
Mo Qianlan's eyes casually scanned everyone's faces. When he saw Wu Jin, he smiled casually and went to sit in the front seat.
Wu Jin straightened up with everyone else and saw Mo Qianlan drinking a cup of hot tea alone, surrounded by smiling faces, but he was indifferent, as if he immediately became empty as soon as he let go of Mo Lingfeng's hand.
Cheng Ting dragged Wu Jin to the last seat and sat down. He pointed towards the candlestick and whispered: "Look at that Huzhou bean sprout, it's unsightly!"
The husband of the Ding family in Huzhou was still sitting next to the eldest brother of the Cheng family. The eldest brother of the Cheng family looked exactly like his father. He was tall and strong. In contrast, Ding Langjun was pale, thin, and had tender skin and tender flesh.
Cheng Ting looked at it and almost felt ashamed for Mrs. Xu - after so many choices, she chose a little one for her daughter.
Wu Jin told the truth: "I'm just on the short side, but my face is still pretty."
Cheng Ting sneered: "When Sister Huiran stands next to him, she will simply captivate the city."
At the same time, this Huzhou Douding stood up and drank with others. He seemed to have a poor drinking capacity. He coughed several times after drinking a glass of wine.
Cheng Ting sneered more and more: "This guy must have been unable to marry a good girl in Huzhou, so he decided to come to Kuanzhou."
The two chattered for a long time, and the banquet was arranged neatly. Cheng Taishan was a real man, and half of the table was filled with stewed mutton, and the other half of the table was not ambiguous. It was worth a taste in this cold weather.
Soon everyone stretched out their chopsticks, chewing politely.
Mo Qianlan ate some vegetables, drank a bowl of mutton soup, and blew a little wind. His stomach immediately turned and he got up and left the table early to go to Cheng Taishan's study to rest.
When he was about to leave, Cheng Taishan also stood up. Wang Zhizhou accepted his instructions on the Dragon Boat Festival and not only was he not punished for the provocation, his majesty actually praised him in the memorial, quickly put down his chopsticks, and stood up too.
As an envoy with no real power, Mo Qianlan made the prefects and prefects put down their chopsticks, and other people who were eating and drinking in a lively manner also stopped eating.
Cheng Taishan asked others to continue eating and drinking. The officials were not short of food and got up one after another to follow him.
As soon as the big and small officials left, the young master Langjun, who was still awkward just now, immediately became active and started toasting and complimenting each other one after another.
Cheng Ting saw that Ding Langjun was dissatisfied, and ignored Wu Jin's dissuasion. He picked up the wine flask and went to toast him. After only three glasses, Ding Langjun let him drink it on the ground.
Before Cheng Ting could express his joy of winning, the boy brought by Ding Langjun immediately stepped forward to help him up, saying that Miss Xu was in the backyard and he would feel bad when he found out later.
Cheng Sanpang was immediately distraught and returned to his seat in despair.
He sat down next to Wu Jin, and even his appetite dropped. He wiped his nose, picked up the flask, and drank a cup of the bitter wine of love.
Wu Jin controlled him and didn't allow him to drink more. He scooped a bowl of soup and heard the words "Mo Lingfeng" in his ears.
Turning around, he saw Wang Jinghua at another table talking about Guanyi's shock.
After he finished his embellished story, someone mentioned that Mo Lingfeng had been kidnapped and taken to the mountain.
Wang Jinghua clenched his hands into fists, coughed at the side of his mouth, and winked: "I have been in the mountains for several days... If this is someone else's girl..."
The words were not finished and the meaning was unclear, but his smile was obscene and his expression was obscene. You didn't need to say it clearly to know what he meant.
Shi Yuan immediately frowned: "Miss Mo is young, but Hua Di is merciful."
"I didn't say anything," Wang Jinghua said immediately, "Don't accuse me wrongly."
Then he snorted: "Her Majesty Mo Jiedus hurts her so much that I dare not say anything. Shi Yuan, you don't want to climb a high tree, do you?"
Shi Yuan immediately shut up and concentrated on filling his stomach.
After the meal, the servants removed the table, and everyone drank tea together in twos and threes, talked, composed poems, and played the piano. 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 and found a corner to sit down. After a while, he heard Wang Jinghua's soft and thin voice coming from one side.
Wang Jinghua deliberately avoided people and chatted with his friends: "There are ten-year-old girls in Yuhua Street, but everyone is afraid of talking about that one. When she gets older, do you think there will be anyone there?" Come to propose marriage."
He still spoke in an extremely cryptic manner, but no matter how cryptic he was, Wu Jin could tell that he was talking about Mo Lingfeng.
With a serious look on his face, he put aside Cheng Ting's hand and stood up, walking straight to Wang Jinghua: "Master Wang."
Wang Jinghua was startled, turned around to see it was him, and then said: "Wu Jin? What's the matter?"
Wu Jin said: "Be careful with your words and actions."
"What?" Wang Jinghua frowned and waved impatiently, "I'll talk to you later, go away."
Wu Jin stretched out her left hand, held Wang Jinghua's flailing hand, and pressed his shoulder, asking him to listen carefully to her words: "Master Wang, I say you should be careful in your words and deeds. Only say what you see and what you know. Yeah, don’t spread rumors and cause trouble.”
Wang Jinghua made him stunned. At the same time, he felt that Wu Jin's left hand was immobilizing him, which was a calm admonishment.
He was very unhappy with this offense, and was a little scared by Wu Jin's solemn words. He unconsciously raised his arm and swept his hand away with force.
"You're fucking sick..."
Wu Jin clenched a fist in her left hand and punched Wang Jinghua directly in the face.
Wang Jinghua fell backwards after this punch. Amidst the screams, two tubes of nosebleeds spurted out from Wang Jinghua's nostrils.
Wang Jinghua raised his hand and wiped it, covering the lower half of his face with blood. 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: "Hit me! How dare you Hit me?"
Cheng Ting was still there, drunk and dreaming, when he suddenly heard screams and a pot of porridge all around him. He cheered up and stood up unsteadily. When he looked into the crowd, he saw Wu Jin and Wang Jinghua hugging each other, very affectionate. .
His mind was confused for a while, and then he suddenly woke up and rushed over: "Hand! Hand! Stop fighting!"
Wu Jin has been carrying cake baskets since he was a child, and his hands are very strong. Even with his left hand, he can beat Wang Jinghua until he cries for his father and mother. However, his other hand has only been broken for more than a month and is still tied up, so he can't help but shake.
The people next to him favored Wang Jinghua, and Wu Jin suffered a loss for a while.
Cheng Ting suddenly opened Wang Jinghua's hand, kicked away the hand holding the frame, and protected Wu Jin, angrily scolding Wang Jinghua: "Hand! Didn't you see that his hand was broken? Damn you!"
Wang Jinghua fought back with a bleeding nose: "Damn pig, it was the cake seller who made the first move!"
Cheng Ting didn't care about the indiscretion, and dragged Wu Jin to his feet: "Then it must be you who is the one who is mean! Your mouth is the meanest! The best in Kuanzhou!"
"You're the one who's being mean, he's stupid because of his studies! I'm here to talk to Sun Jing properly, and he's here to show off his shit!"
"You and your little toad can say something nice!"
Little toad Sun Jing stood aside and glared at Cheng Ting.
