After the students from the Prefectural School finished their arrangements, Cheng Ting went to ask Cheng Taishan for instructions and got a valuable opportunity to treat the students to a feast in a restaurant.
At the end of the day, it was still early in the sky, and it was rare for everyone to be so close to Wu Jin, so they walked up to him one by one and patted him on the shoulder to say goodbye.
"Wu Jin, you must come tomorrow. This is the first literary meeting and you must knock them down."
"Yes, those people from Tunan Academy have eyes at the top of their heads. If we lose, won't they become even more arrogant?"
"If we lose, not only will we lose face, but the dean will lose face as well. The dean will not lose a lot of weight."
"rely on you!"
When everyone left, Wu Jin's shoulders were numb from being patted on.
Wu Jin kept answering with a smile, and waited until everyone left before walking to Shishi Street alone.
The weather was really warm. The wind blew from the branches into people's clothes, penetrated from the flowers into people's sleeves, and fluttered the students' loose robes.
A group of soldiers rode through the streets and headed straight for the fortress - now that soldiers were flying back and forth, everyone in Kuanzhou was used to it, and unknowingly, they were becoming part of the battlefield.
Compared with the depression after last year's locust plague, this year's shops have improved, and many people have joined the army. Military families have money in their hands, and they have gone to live in the city to find a good future for their children.
Several elm coins fell on Wu Jin's head. When Wu Jin looked up, he saw two and a half-year-old children climbing on the tree, stroking the string of coins.
He was walking slowly on the street. Before he reached the street corner, he suddenly heard someone in the restaurant shouting: "Don't ride your horse, don't wade in the water, don't listen to the wind."
After Wu Jin heard this, a chill ran down his spine and his scalp became numb. When he looked up, he saw a group of people making noisy noises and not knowing what they were talking about. Then a few people laughed maliciously and said that "The pearls are rich in color" is the evidence of the "beautiful" nature of this poem.
He stood there, his face pale, his hands couldn't help shaking slightly, and his body that was warm just now was already extremely cold.
Even though he only heard the last sentence, the rest were extremely familiar in his mind.
"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 on the back. Don't let your horse go, don't wade in the water, don't listen to the wind."
He remembered that in the diary on the first day of May in the 22nd year of Yuan Zhang, there was this poem. On that day, Mo Lingfeng gave Shi Xiu the pearl on his head, so there was this sentence "the pearl is rich in embellishment".
The person who stole the diary is going to use this poem to cause trouble - to him or to Mo Lingfeng?
A top rolled to his feet, and he woke up. He bent down to pick up the top and handed it to the child who was chasing him. He straightened up and walked back home almost unconsciously.
There was a bamboo pole in the courtyard, with clothes hanging on it to dry. He packed a bench and sat aside for a moment. He had already vaguely guessed that the diary was lost and was written by Wang Zhizhou.
A spring visit cannot completely cut off his path. Wang Zhizhou can only rest assured if his personal morals are so dirty that everyone in the state knows about it, and there is no one to vouch for him. The prefect's yamen cannot release the examination ticket, and he cannot go to the spring visit.
These people wanted to make a fuss about him and Mo Lingfeng.
The more he understood, the colder he became, knowing that the method was much more despicable than he thought.
After sitting like this for a long time, the sky turned dark for him. The door creaked open, and he suddenly woke up and looked up, seeing that Wu's mother had come back first to cook.
"Boss?" Wu's mother was startled when she saw that the courtyard was completely dark and no lights were lit. There was another figure sitting in the darkness. She barely recognized it as Wu Jin. She quickly stepped forward and touched his forehead. "I feel uncomfortable." ?”
"Aniang, no," Wu Jin stood up and forced a smile, "I'll light the lamp."
He walked into the house, and when he reached the steps, he tripped and fell to the ground. He didn't feel any pain, only felt a cold air on the ground, which invaded his heart in an instant, freezing him. His face was ashen.
Wu's mother hurriedly stepped forward, helped him up, and hurriedly lit the oil lamp. When the lamp turned on, it illuminated his lifeless face, and at the same time, a long shadow was drawn on the ground.
He slowly walked into the kitchen, sat in front of the stove and helped Wu Mu light the fire. The fire light danced, and a burning heat spread to his face. He stepped back a little, but the fire was blazing, chasing after him. Forced to a dark place.
There was a "crack" in the stove, and a few sparks exploded from a piece of firewood, which fell on his sleeve and turned into ashes in an instant. He reached out to brush it off and watched the dust dissipate on his fingertips and disappeared.
Wu's mother always felt that he looked wrong and didn't allow him to help in the kitchen. She pushed him into the house to rest, packed up the dinner, and hurriedly called Wu Yi and Wu's father to come back for dinner. She wiped her hands and walked out of Shishi Street to ask for something. Go and ask the doctor.
Just a few steps out, she heard Cheng Ting calling her aunt from behind.
She turned around and saw Cheng Ting and three young men standing in front of the candy shop, each holding a colorful candy figure and looking at the candy figures with relish.
Cheng Ting walked over with the candy man in hand: "Auntie, where are you going at this late hour? I'll give you a ride."
"Mr. Cheng," Mother Wu quickly waved her hand, "No, it's brother Jin. He looks like he's sick. I'll ask the doctor to take a look."
"You were fine during dinner," Cheng Ting was a little surprised. "Don't worry, I'll go check it out. I'm really sick. Then I'll use my father's name card to call the doctor."
After saying this, he said goodbye to his three friends, walked to Shishi Street with Wu's mother, and walked all the way to Wu Jin's house. He called Wu's father "uncle", called Wu Yi "brother", and gave him candy to eat. Then he got into Wu Jin's house.
When he arrived, Wu Jin looked as usual.
Seeing Cheng Ting coming suddenly, Wu Jin was also surprised. Knowing that Wu's mother was worried about him, he couldn't help but feel heavy in his heart. He smelled the smell of wine and asked in a low voice: "Where did you go to drink?"
Cheng Ting replied: "Yuhua Street."
"Did you hear a poem about listening to the wind?"
"How do you know?" Cheng Ting reached for the tea cup on the table, "I heard it, but I don't know who is so wicked, both sexy and fragrant. What good things can those drinkers say? I I used my father’s name to scare them.”
"I wrote it."
With a "clang", the tea cup in Cheng Ting's hand rolled to the ground - the ground was compacted yellow soil. The tea cup was not broken, but only rolled a few times, and the water inside spread all over the ground.
He stared, his mouth wide enough to fit an egg in: "You...you wrote...you wrote it very well."
Wu Jin bent down and picked up the tea bowl: "I wrote this in the diary on the first day of May in the 22nd year of Yuan Zhang. The diary was stolen by someone. The original intention was not that. Do you still remember that day when you wanted to make a match? Me and Miss Shi Xiu?"
Cheng Ting thought about it again and again, and seemed to remember something like this: "Did Ye Feng give her the pearl? And we met Sheng Qiang while we were racing!"
Wu Jin nodded: "That's why the pearls are thick and rich, and Mo Zongma is also because of Qiang."
Cheng Ting breathed a sigh of relief: "I'm scared to death. Who is so wicked? His good words have been misinterpreted."
The child has a fever. Take him to the hospital for a checkup. I will update the next chapter in the evening.
