"Qi Chang, why are you staring? Don't you recognize us?"
"We're not as lucky as you, but we're lucky. We didn't freeze to death or starve to death. We even managed to get some food. We've been trying to find you. It's really unethical for you, a kid, to sit in front of that big house and eat alone."
"What are you doing with a straight face? You haven't even become an official yet, so you don't recognize us poor friends? When we were begging together, I took care of you!"
In a series of words, Qi Chang's overwhelming joy disappeared. He looked at the few people in front of him, and when he was in panic and at a loss, he felt lucky to survive the disaster.
If it weren't for Mo Mansion, he might be worse than these sneaky thugs today.
This contrast between darkness and light made him disdain, not want, and dare not be with these people, let alone hear them call each other "beggars."
He wanted to leave, but these people surrounded him and refused to leave. They kept making noises, sometimes allowing him, a prosperous person, to entertain guests, sometimes allowing him to give out gifts, and sometimes asking him to provide financial support.
He was annoyed, but he was no match for these people, so he could only explain that he had "no money."
As soon as he mentioned that he had no money, the people across from him got angry and yelled loudly, calling him "ungrateful" and a "little man". While belittling him, they also didn't forget to pick apart his deeds when he was a beggar. Take it out from all four places.
These people made Qi Chang despair with just their words.
His origin was his nightmare. He considered it a dishonorable thing and tried his best to cover up his past. When others mentioned it, it was like exposing his scars and tortured his fragile and sensitive soul.
"Yes, yes, not much." He was eager to get rid of it, and tremblingly went to untie the money bag from his waist, "That's all."
One person grabbed the money bag, poured it out and counted, there were three small silver coins of one or two weights, and the rest was just a pile of broken copper coins. He immediately sneered and said: "Qi Chang, you look down on these brothers too much."
Before he finished speaking, a hand stretched out from behind and took the money bag without refusal. Then Wu Jin, also dressed in a colorful shirt, walked up to Qi Chang with a warm aura.
Seeing him falling from the sky, Qi Chang almost cried with joy as if he had seen a savior. He hid behind Wu Jin without hesitation - Wu Jin's back was as wide as a mountain, which could easily hide a thin man.
Wu Jin opened the money bag and said, "Although the money is not much, it is his savings. Let's put it in."
His eyes were dim, his face was bright, and his demeanor was sharp. When he spoke, it was like the willows of the spring moon passing by. When you saw him, you knew that this person came from a clean and bright place, and he had no evil intentions.
The man who took the money unknowingly poured the money into the money bag and suddenly exclaimed: "You, you are Wu Jin!"
Wu Jin tightened the drawstring: "It's me."
Several ruffians looked at each other, not expecting the infamous Wu Jin to be so charming, and at the same time they nodded secretly in their hearts - no wonder Miss Mo wanted to stand up for him.
Shi Yuan stood aside, glanced at a few people, and touched his belly: "You are quite courageous to come to the Gongyuan to make trouble."
"Nowhere, we are just here to reminisce about old times."
"Yes, to reminisce about old times, he treated us to a meal, so that's right. We used to take more care of him when he was a beggar."
"Just asking for some money."
Wu Jin turned around and handed the money bag to Qi Chang, and said with a smile: "I have already prepared the happy money. They are newly exchanged copper coins. If you go to the corner gate of Mo Mansion, just say it is happy money and someone will give it to you."
He patted Qi Chang on the shoulder: "Go."
Qi Chang was flattered, nodded repeatedly, and trotted towards Mo Mansion. Seeing this, the gangsters looked at each other and followed him.
Just when the farce was about to subside, Wang Jinghua's cry came out of nowhere and sarcastically directed at Wu Jin: "The dog master is here, isn't it?"
He deliberately raised his voice: "She is the mistress of the dog owner."
Even Shi Yuan couldn't escape: "There is also a bitch who is the mistress of the dog's master!"
Shi Yuan, a veritable scoundrel, looked around and saw Wang Jinghua's ugly head sticking out of the window on the second floor of a restaurant. The two people's eyes met. Wang Jinghua was startled and jerked his head back. Hidden.
The dog-legged man didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and looked at his mistress: "What a coward, why is there someone looking for trouble at this time? It seems that he is the one who brought it. Maybe it's him who caused Qi Chang to sit in the toilet."
Wu Jin had nothing to do with this person - he was like a shit stirrer, running around Kuanzhou, and he was simply a ghost.
He and Shi Yuan shook their heads together and left Gongyuan. Shi Yuan rode home and prepared to go to the dock, while Wu Jin went to the pasture outside the city.
On the grassland, the sun sets in the sky, the withered grass is silent, the red clouds shine over the cold river, the cold wind penetrates the armor, there are many soldiers, and they can no longer ride their horses.
Poor people who were not afraid of war carried baskets on their backs and carefully picked up horse dung. A few officials led the horses to drink water, and some people rushed to wash the utensils in the horse garden before the Shuo River froze.
Wu Jin did not rent a horse, but only looked at the fortress from the city gate.
Looking beyond the glow and the river, he tried to look into the majestic stronghold. However, the high city and deep pool swallowed his gaze, making it impossible for him to find any trace of Mo Lingfeng.
Mo Lingfeng has not returned to the city for half a year. Now that the Jinlu troops are approaching Gaoping Stronghold, Wu Jin is worried and often comes here to overlook the stronghold. Before August, the sound of artillery fire made him worried. Until now, he He was still worried about Mo Lingfeng's safety.
The wind continued to roar on the river. He watched for a long time, then turned back to the city. When he reached the city gate, he suddenly heard the sound of horse hooves.
The soldiers standing on the horse farm also heard the sound of horse hooves. Since they had not received any news of the arrival of food and grass supplies, the leader of the team shouted loudly. They heard long swords being unsheathed and spears pointed towards the city gate. God is on guard.
The common people who picked up horse dung and the officials who drank from the horses became frightened. They ran away and hid in all directions. They tried their best to hide themselves in some dirty and dark corners, shrinking their bodies so as not to be noticed by others.
Wu Jin also retreated quickly. Before he could reach the place where the horse breeding garden was listed, someone from the city had already appeared.
The first person was wearing a long robe with wide sleeves that stood in the wind. Under the cold autumn wind, his face looked haggard as if exposed to the wind and rain. The entourage surrounding him were all dressed in green and warm hats. They seemed casual, but with the backs of apes and the waists of wasps, their bridles were pulled up. Both the hand and the hand holding the whip are perfectly proportioned.
Wu Jin glanced at the waists of these attendants, faintly seeing the shape of a knife and the copper waist badge.
One person seemed to have noticed his gaze and looked back. However, he only saw a group of officials and a student standing with their heads bowed, so they turned their heads back.
Dutou ordered the group of people to rein in their horses. The man in the long gown reined in his horse, but did not dismount. A follower behind him stepped forward, dismounted, took out a sheepskin envelope, and waved it in front of Dutou along with the token. At the same time, he whispered something.
Wu Jin did not hear what the man said. He only saw the soldiers letting them go and the group of people continuing to move forward towards the fortress suspension bridge.
