Wu Jin slowly turned around, and everything in front of him disappeared. Officials, deans, lecturers, lecturers, classmates, and onlookers were all left with pairs of inquiring eyes chasing him.
He heard Wang Jinghua and Cheng Ting arguing about the poem, and in a daze he heard Shi Yuan and Cheng Zhifu both testified for him, proving that the poem was a misinterpretation by outsiders.
The stagnant wind and sunlight suddenly changed, and those tense eyes and expressions all relaxed.
"It turned out to be a misunderstanding."
"Yes, I don't know who spread the news. It's so wicked."
Just as you were talking to each other, Wang Jinghua suddenly looked at Wu Jin aggressively and said loudly: "Wu Jin, let me ask you a question, do you dare to answer me?"
Wu Jin's whole body suddenly became cold, and the cold air surged up from the bottom of his heart. The energy and blood in his limbs and bones were condensed by this. His upper teeth bit down hard on his lower lip, leaving a row of marks, and there was a cold light in his pupils. Leng Sensen looked at Wang Jinghua.
Wang Jinghua was unmoved and before Wu Jin could speak, he started to attack again.
"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.
Well written! The writing is sincere, as deep as the sea. Wu Jin, do you have an affair with Mo Lingfeng? "
He made a loud sound that resounded inside and outside, and everyone was silent. After chewing it again, they all felt that there was friendship and meaning in it.
The love and meaning is hidden in the word "mo", like a suppressed introspection, warning oneself not to ride a horse, not to wade in water, and not to listen to the wind.
The human heart is so strange. The more you gather the suppressed emotions, the more solemn and intense they become. You can't hide them, and you can't detect them.
Everyone's eyes once again looked at Wu Jin in surprise and inquiry.
Wu Jin tried his best to calm down and suppressed all his emotions. His face reflected the sunlight filtered by the ceiling gauze and became warmer and cleaner. He turned around and held his hands towards Magistrate Cheng: "Prefect Cheng, although the student is not a woman, he also knows that a woman's status is valuable and her name is important. The student wrote a few essays, but pushed Miss Mo to the forefront, and the crime was so heinous that the student could not answer the question asked by Mr. Wang, nor did he dare to answer it."
Magistrate Cheng nodded: "Students, you should be loyal when you say it. To talk in such a panic is not only insulting an orphan girl, but also goes against the way of reading. Jinghua, don't ask any more questions."
Wang Zhizhou put down the tea cup: "You still have to ask, otherwise it will be difficult for Wu Jin to win the first place and convince everyone, so be it."
He looked around at everyone: "Today's literary competition has also finished. I will give everyone a half-day holiday and go to their own homes. Only Magistrate Cheng, the two deans, and Jinghua are left here."
Cheng Ting immediately said: "I will stay too, because I'm afraid you will bully him!"
Others heard Wang Zhizhou's words, even though they were curious, they had to bow and leave. When the students, teachers, and lecturers left one after another, the servants urged the spectators to leave, then closed the door of the state school and left quietly. .
Zhouxue, which was noisy just now, suddenly fell silent. The sun was getting brighter, and the wind was getting hotter and hotter. The shadows of flowers and plants were swaying in the wind. The gardenia was planted somewhere, but its fragrance hit people's noses.
Wu Jin was still standing in front of the incense table, and the gauze shadow fell on him, turning into a net without substance. He carried this dragnet alone, trying his best to push Mo Lingfeng away from the calculations and conspiracies.
Wang Jinghua chuckled: "Wu Jin, there are only a few of us now. Do you dare to answer in front of the saint?"
Wu Jin clenched his hands into fists and his heart sank. He opened his mouth and wanted to say "no", but the sound was suppressed by his throat and tongue and could not come out.
All the reasons I had thought up last night were in vain, and all my words to comfort myself became excuses.
He couldn't tell.
Don't go against your own heart or your own way. After a lie, his heart and everything he does for the rest of his life will be running to cover up this lie, and he will never be safe again.
can not say!
He gritted his teeth, straightened his back, stood in front of the incense table and the statue of the saint, and resisted all gazes.
Cheng Ting shouted from the side: "Who will like her?"
Before he finished speaking, he felt something was wrong. Looking at Wu Jin's expression, his face was as white as paper. His sleeves were covering his hands, but the sleeves were trembling slightly.
His heart skipped a beat and he thought to himself, "No way."
Looking around blankly, his heart almost burst out of his mouth. Seeing Wu Jin's silence, he became more and more anxious, wishing he could not answer on Wu Jin's behalf.
Wang Jinghua pressed him step by step: "If you say no, then you and Miss Mo will have nothing to do with each other in the future. Otherwise, what you said today will be a lie!"
Cheng Ting stared at Wu Jin. When he saw that Wu Jin was still silent, he shouted anxiously in his heart: "Idiot! Let's get through this hurdle first. Who knows what will happen in the future?"
Unable to wait for Wu Jin to answer, he hurriedly spoke: "So what if you are sentimental? Who wouldn't like Listening Wind if he is so good? I like it too!"
Magistrate Cheng rarely agreed with his son: "I also like such a little girl. Who doesn't love a hero among women?"
Mi Yingzong nodded: "Without female generals, where would the Detachment of Women come from? Miss Mo is such a rare person."
As they talked and laughed, the pressure caused by Wang Jinghua's persecution also eased. Cheng Zhifu smiled and said to Wang Zhizhou: "Lingfeng is a good boy, and Wu Jin is not a clay Bodhisattva. It is human nature to have feelings." .”
He turned to Dean Mi and said, "Besides, the matter of the girl's love affair here cannot be considered moral corruption."
Cheng Ting said in a loud voice: "That's it!"
Wang Jinghua was fully prepared, but Cheng Ting, a thug, made trouble without hesitation. He immediately became angry and glared at Cheng Ting: "Shut up!"
"I won't shut up!"
"Wu Jin!" Wang Jinghua turned to look at Wu Jin, "Since you kept silent, you must have no face to answer. It seems that you are in love!"
Cheng Ting followed up: "So what, is it delaying your matchmaking?"
"Since he has feelings, he is not open-minded! He entered Mo Mansion intentionally!"
"You have a villain's heart and a gentleman's heart. You are wretched and despicable, and you are not honest with anyone! If he doesn't go to Mo Mansion to earn money, then you, a good person, will support their family!"
"If it's for money, why doesn't he become a book lover?"
"My uncle gave me a lot, who thinks it's too much money?"
The two of them were quarreling so much that their faces were red, their saliva flew everywhere, they were sweating profusely, and veins appeared on their necks, which completely wiped out the gentleness and dignity of the literati.
The two deans frowned. Ye Shuhuai, driven by crazy hunger, slammed the table: "Shut up!"
Under his roar, the "buzzing" sound made by the two children also disappeared.
Ye Shuhuai wanted to scold Xiao Cheng and Xiao Wang, but in front of Dacheng and Wang, he could not move his mouth. He could only snort coldly, glanced away from the snacks, closed his mouth, and swallowed.
Mi Yingzong said with a smile: "As for the love between children, we should go to the matchmaker to discuss it."
(End of chapter)
