After telling Yin Bei, Wu Jin stood up and took off the crane cloak from the screen, put it on meticulously, left Mo Mansion and headed to Heshan Bookstore.
There is a tabloid in Heshan Bookstore, which is well-informed and often records things that the Di newspaper dare not report. In Kuanzhou City, the Heshan tabloid takes the lead, and the Di newspaper is the most common.
Wu Jin walked into the bookstore, and had visited him four or five times to buy a pen. The clerk recognized him, stepped forward to greet him, and said with a smile: "Are you buying paper or pens this time? We have a new batch of Shuzhong folders. Jiangzhu paper is so soft that even if it is folded and rolled many times, the ink will not come off."
Wu Jin waited for him to finish and then said: "I have an article that I want to publish in your official journal. Please tell me about it."
When the waiter heard this, he nodded immediately: "I'll ask the shopkeeper to come."
He quickly went to the back and asked for the shopkeeper. The shopkeeper came out with a newspaper bag and handed it to a newspaper delivery man in short brown clothes in the bookstore: "Go back quickly and use your strength. If you are fooling me, I don't want you to deliver it." Nowadays, there are many people who can work and are willing to work.”
The messenger took the newspaper bag and carried it on his back, and left the bookshop with a lot of gratitude.
The shopkeeper then looked at Wu Jin and said, "It turns out to be Wu Jieyuan. The Qiu Wei exam question came out. Did you fail the question?"
Wu Jin shook his head: "I remember that your tabloid also accepts articles from outside. I wonder if this article can be published in the government and opposition section of your tabloid."
He took out the article he had written and handed it to the shopkeeper with both hands.
"You are now in charge of the accounts of Ambassador Mo Jiedu, and you get more information than us. How can you not report it..."
As the shopkeeper said this, he opened it and looked at it. After reading two lines, the smile disappeared from his face. The more he looked down, the more frightened he became.
He didn't finish reading, so he folded the paper, took a deep breath, and closed his eyes hard. When he opened his eyes again, with a fake smile on his face, he folded the article as it was, grabbed Wu Jin's right hand with his left hand, and folded the paper with his right hand. She stuffed it back into his hand and patted it twice: "I'll pretend I haven't seen it. You should go back and prepare for spring. In one month, it's time to go to Beijing."
After that, he let go of Wu Jin's hand: "Xie Yuan is a smart and talented person. He will be in high school in the future. Please visit our bookstore more often."
Looking at the calm young man in front of him, he patted him hard on the shoulder: "Don't destroy your future."
Wu Jin retracted the article without saying much: "Thank you very much, shopkeeper, for your kindness. I'll take my leave."
He left Heshan Bookstore and went to two other bookstores that had tabloids. Everyone who saw the tabloids was shocked and rejected them.
After Wu Jin left, the owner of one of the tabloids hurriedly changed into a long gown, quietly went to the Zhizhou Yamen, entered the inner Yamen, and briefly repeated Wu Jin's article to Wang Zhizhou.
When Wang Zhizhou suddenly changed his expression, it was already approaching noon. Wu Jin entered the pavilion booked by Qingbei Yanguan and sat there waiting with the unsent article in his arms.
He knew it well and made complete preparations at the same time, so he didn't rush. It was during dinner time, and the downstairs was very lively. The footsteps of waiters and waiters and waiters came and went, thump, thump, thump. Sound.
The diners were laughing and chatting, the ruby clappers were ringing loudly, and the woman singing a ditty had an ethereal and lingering voice. She sang "The Four Exquisite Criminals. The Rain Comes to the Edge of Sorrow": "The rain comes to the edge of sadness, and the green trees are deserted at night. , the wind leaves are like bamboo shoots. The tail of the bamboo is cool, but I am afraid that the small curtain will be rolled down. When I sit alone, I will be timid and save my poems. I read the poems and appreciate them, and I have written them all over in the past."
As Wu Jin listened, he suddenly heard the sounds outside become silent.
It seemed that an uninvited guest had broken in, and the momentum must have been fierce. All the noisy sounds disappeared, and the voices of Hongyu's clappers and small singers became clearer and more melodious: "More dark dust, stealing locks and shadows, and being ashamed of my thoughts."
Wu Jin stood up, walked to the corner, and moved a pot of chrysanthemums off the high table. Holding the red lacquer high table in his right hand, he held his breath and walked to the table, secretly gathering energy.
Half of the door of the pavilion was covered with an elephant's eye grid, which was covered with clear paper, which could reflect the figures of people. At this time, two men's figures were reflected outside.
With a loud bang, the door of the pavilion was pushed open, and two strong men with sinister faces rushed in. One was in black and the other was in gray. They had knives hidden in their waists. They looked like they were not good people at first glance. With a fierce look in their eyes, they rushed straight to Wu Jin. Come.
Wu Jin was well prepared. When the big man in black approached him first, he raised his sword and hit the right shoulder of the man in black with a "bang" sound.
He had a lot of strength, he had been prepared for a long time, and he used all his strength to pull out this move with an earth-shattering movement. The man in black was unprepared and suffered such a violent attack. His shoulder bones and thighs made a shattering sound at the same time. , immediately wailed, tilted his body, and fell to the ground, unable to lift his hand no matter what.
The brother in gray clothes behind him was caught off guard and startled. When he reacted, Wu Jin had already grabbed a teacup and smashed it down on his head and face.
There was a sudden pain in the head of the man in gray clothes, and his face was covered with tea and tea leaves. He was stunned on the spot, his ears were buzzing, and he had a blank face, thinking to himself: "Aren't you here to catch a scholar? Is this a scholar or a martial arts student?"
Before he could react, Wu Jin had already taken a step back and picked up the embroidery stick again. Hui Yishang came to his senses at this time, stretched out his hand to wipe his face, and quickly took two steps back. The embroidery stick just fell to the ground. Two legs were suddenly broken.
The gray-clothed man stared with both eyes, and this time he saw Wu Jin's face clearly - he was indeed a scholar, wearing a futou on his head, a crane cloak, and a blue shirt underneath. His face looked more elegant and handsome than the average scholar, but The scholar was fierce. He bent down to pick up the embroidery pier and smashed it over again.
Gray clothes gave way again.
When the embroidered pier fell to the ground, he saw Wu Jin rushing over with his bare hands and two slaps in his hands. He was full of righteousness, and he was so righteous that he would be slapped twice when he passed by. He was shocked, and he raised his hand regardless of whether he could commit murder in broad daylight. Just take a sharp knife.
However, Wu Jin was already in front of him, and kicked him in the chest. Even though he didn't fly off, he still fell to the ground.
Wu Jin was in a hurry, sat down on Hui Yishang, and slapped Hui Yishang across the head and face, causing Hui Yishang's ears to buzz, stars in his eyes, and he was unable to fight back.
He took the opportunity to reach out to grab the knife from the waist of Gray Shang. At this time, Black Shang stood up unsteadily, picked up a vase with cinnamon branches in his left hand, walked behind Wu Jin, and smashed it on the back of Wu Jin's neck.
The water from the vase first dripped onto Wu Jin's head. Wu Jin tried to avoid it, but the vase came very quickly and still hit the right side of his head. This interrupted his movement and also gave Hei and Hui two Opportunities.
The gray clothes lifted him off his body, held him down, and raised his hand to give him a slap in the face.
This slap was also done with enough force, and Wu Jin's mouth was filled with the smell of blood. Then he pulled out the sharp knife and pressed it against Wu Jin's abdomen: "Get up."
Wu Jin reached out to wipe the blood from his mouth, glanced at the sharp tip of the knife, put one hand on the ground, pushed himself up to sit up, then bent his legs and stood sideways, with a very unruly expression on his face.
"Hit him again," Hui Yishang gently poked his stomach with the tip of the knife, "Aren't you very good at hitting him? Try another one."
The man in black clothes hung his right arm, holding back the severe pain, and whispered: "Let's go quickly, there are too many people."
My thoughts are weak, so I will only update one chapter. I will rest for half a day and fight again tomorrow.
(End of chapter)
