Qi Chang sat on the ground, tears welling up in pain. A layer of oily skin was broken on his forehead, elbows, and knees, and the rolled words were flattened.
He quickly untied the cotton rope, opened the paper, and looked at the words in the moonlight. The four words "A gentleman has no blame" on it were still safe and sound.
"It's okay." After he rolled up the paper again and tied the cotton rope, a question suddenly came to his mind.
Why did Wu Jin write these four words?
Looking at my life, a gentleman has no fault.
Did Wu Jin see through his intentions and use this to warn him?
It must be, otherwise he wouldn't say whether it has a seal or not, it doesn't matter.
But if he knew, why would he help him?
Yes, Wu Jin is kind-hearted.
Qi Chang slowly stood up, holding the words with his hands, thinking that he had no choice, no power, no tree to rely on, even if he was talented, he could not get ahead.
There is really no way - he can't even get into this officialdom, so how can he be blameless?
Only this time, he took advantage of Wu Jin's kindness to embark on an official career. No matter where he went or what kind of official position he got, he would always be "a gentleman without blame."
The moonlight was still shining on him as he stumbled towards the city, and stretched his shadow into a long, narrow and sharp needle, piercing the direction behind him.
After Qi Chang left, Wu Jin closed the door and bolted it, returned to the house, changed the pen and paper, cut off the lanterns, and wrote: "Listen to the wind."
The two words fell softly on the paper, but they had muscles and bones.
"On March 15th, I was admitted to the first rank of Jinshi, and was conferred in front of the Wenzheng Hall. As a rule, I should have received the Sixth Rank Hanlin Academy for editing, and served as a general judge for one year.
The image of the emperor with a white face, a slight beard, a majestic body and strong eyes, holding a pearl of wisdom in his hand should not be underestimated.
There are very few scholars in Kuanzhou. Even those who are named on the gold list often fall into the bottom of the first class in the palace examination. Today the emperor has appointed me as the leader. It cannot be judged based on talent and learning alone. I am afraid that the emperor also wants to use me to break the deadlock in Kuanzhou. , I don’t know the emperor well, so I can’t understand his thoughts for the time being.
As for the close relationship between me and your family, the emperor is puzzled at the moment and will understand it soon. He needs to think twice about how to respond. "
As he wrote this, he temporarily stopped writing and sat down to meditate. His face fell into the light of the lamp, and many shadows were cast on his face, which made his forehead appear more swollen and plump, with deep outlines.
With such a handsome appearance, riding a horse through the streets, he was really proud of the spring breeze, but his heart was old and no longer as high-spirited as when he was Jieyuan. Even in this most celebrated moment, he was making countless thoughts about the future.
He will use lies and conspiracy to protect Mo Lingfeng in the palm of his hand, and will also find a suitable path for his long-term ambition under the constraints of many parties.
After a long while, he picked up the pen again and wrote: "Today I got an idea from the Taoist leader and interpreted the Tai hexagram. Heaven and earth are connected and all things are connected. Up and down are connected and they are of the same mind. All things must decline when they are prosperous. When they decline, they will become prosperous. Therefore, they should respond to the times. The changer is Tai.
Those who are officials should change according to the times, change with the trend, change for the country and the dynasty, and change for the common people in the world. "
Finally, he suddenly turned his pen and wrote: "In Kyoto, the days are long and the sky is warm, the soft wind is blowing in the willows, the spring light is like wine, I wonder if the ice on the Shuo River in Kuanzhou has melted, and above the horse farm, you can reach the fortress. Is it possible to see a white eagle?
Today, tens of millions of people are chasing and cheering, breaking through the thorn fence, and crowding down the dragon pavilion. I don't care, I just want to listen to you playing the xun.
On March 15, the twenty-ninth year of Yuan Zhang, Wu Jin wrote it in Yunyang Taoist Temple, Yuntai County. "
He waited for the ink to dry and packaged it separately from the previous letter. He got up very early the next day, before dawn. Instead of going to the delivery shop, he rushed to a refreshment shop in Kyoto to ask how long the peony cake would last.
A large batch of peony cakes has been sold in the shop. Because they are only available during the flowering period, the price has also increased accordingly. The shopkeeper asked: "Are you going to give them to relatives and friends? We can seal them in jars here and save them for more than half a month. It is not a problem." , but the price is much more expensive.”
"I want two altars."
The shopkeeper raised the corners of his mouth all the way up to the base of his ears, took out two wine jars, and asked the waiter to put the peony cakes in one layer at a time. He spread oil paper on the mouth of the jars, tied them with cotton ropes, and then used fine loess with glutinous rice and mutton. The peach and vine juice seals the jar tightly.
"It won't take long for the mud to dry up," the shopkeeper said with a smile, "This cake is twenty-six cents a piece, plus the jar..."
The waiter pulled the shopkeeper's sleeve beside him: "The shopkeeper..."
The shopkeeper glared at him, pulled the sleeve out of the clerk's hand, turned to Wu Jin, smiled broadly, and continued to settle accounts.
Wu Jin paid the silver and went out with two jars. The shopkeeper watched him leave and shouted angrily at the waiter: "No rules!"
The waiter defended himself in a low voice: "I think this person just now seems to be Wu Zhuangyuan. I'm afraid it's not appropriate for us to charge so much money."
"The emperor has to pay for it when he comes... No. 1?" The shopkeeper yelled, raised his legs and ran out. Unexpectedly, Wu Jin had two long legs and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
The shopkeeper could only return with regrets, secretly hating that he had no vision. If the number one scholar inscribed him with the title "No. 1 Peony Cake", wouldn't it be better than this little money?
Wu Jin didn't know that he was being remembered, so he hurriedly sent the things to the dock. Two letters and two jars of peony cakes were delivered to Kuanzhou faster than the imperial court's newspaper. In less than ten days, they were delivered to Kuanzhou.
Mo Lingfeng was in Bao Zhai. After the letter reached Yin Bei's hands, she rushed to deliver it to Bao Zhai. She had just returned from military training and it was noon again. She picked up a bowl of cold water and drank "tons, tons, tons".
After drinking the water, she wiped her face with a handkerchief and took the letter. She read it again and again, keeping it in mind and thinking: "No. 1 pick!"
The top pick is hers!
She smiled so much that she showed her white teeth.
She took out the fire seal and burned the letter. She squatted down to look at the wine jar, wondering what kind of wine Wu Jin had sent. She reached out and patted open the mud seal, but she did not smell the aroma of wine. When she looked inside, she found a jar of cakes. .
“The snacks are served in jars, they are so fresh in Kyoto.”
She reached out and took out a piece, put it to the tip of her nose, smelled it, took another bite, and her eyes suddenly lit up: "This is fresh."
She took out two pieces of cake, wrapped them in a piece of bamboo paper, and handed them to Yin Bei: "Go back and give them to brother."
Mo Qianlan couldn't eat it, but she still thought she should take it back to Mo Qianlan to see and smell it - as if Mo Qianlan was her god, and she remembered to offer it to her after she ate it.
She handed another piece to Yin Bei: "Don't eat from brother."
Yin Beizheng had this intention, but Mo Lingfeng exposed it on the spot, and he followed the order and left.
Mo Lingfeng gave another piece to Yin Nan, and saw that there was still a lot in the jar. This thing had come from a long way away, and he might not be able to let it go after opening it. After thinking for a moment, he carried it to the middle tent.
Zhong Jiaqing was reprimanding Zhong Tao. Mo Lingfeng, who heard about the wolf's ambition, came to give him food. He turned to his grandson and said, "The weasel is here."
Zhong Tao lowered his hands and retorted: "We are not chickens either."
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhong Jiaqing shuddered and shut his mouth.
When Mo Lingfeng came in with the jar, Zhong Jiaqing was on guard, with a serious face. He sat in a chair and put on all his airs. Before he could speak, his grandson Zhong Tao had already defeated the enemy without a fight. He was shy. His face moved closer.
"Is this wine?" Zhong Tao reached out and took the jar in his hand, "It doesn't smell of alcohol."
He looked inside and said, "Is it cake? How come you put it in a wine jar?"
Mo Lingfeng smiled at him: "I came all the way from Kyoto. If I don't pretend to be careful, it will go bad. I specially brought it to taste with General Zhong."
