The old servant left in response. Qi Chang looked around quietly and saw that the courtyard was deserted and empty. Except for a yellow sand pot with a big belly to avoid fire, there was no other furnishings.
There were no lights in the house, only an oil lamp was placed on the table in the courtyard, and the oil gave off a pungent smell of oil.
When he looked at what Wu Jin was wearing, it was just a linen robe.
The old servant brought tea snacks. There were a few tea leaves floating in the tea cup. The tea fragrance was not strong, and the snacks were also ordinary snacks in the shop.
Qi Chang felt uneasy for a moment.
His salary was lower than that of Wu Jin, but his food and clothing were better than those of Wu Jin. There are different reasons, but they are not enough to explain to outsiders.
When he wasn't at Wu Jin's house, he was at ease. Once he arrived at Wu Jin's house, he felt ashamed of himself and was so embarrassed that he didn't even dare to hold the teacup.
He thought he couldn't be blamed. If he was as aloof and unsociable as Wu Jin, he would have been bullied long ago.
"Drink tea," Wu Jin saw that he was cautious and motioned for him to drink tea. Then he turned away, covered his mouth and coughed twice before saying, "You have been promoted, and I haven't congratulated you yet."
Qi Chang waved his hand quickly: "After a lot of effort, I just became a minister and got the title of seventh rank."
He couldn't help but said happily: "I never dared to do this in my dreams. It's a pity that I don't know where my ancestral grave is. Otherwise, I would have to go and see if there is any smoke coming out."
Wu Jin smiled and said: "If you do well as a minister, you can be promoted to various ministries or serve outside."
Qi Chang said happily: "I want to work abroad. If I have the opportunity, please ask Brother Wu to introduce me to him."
Wu Jin looked down at his clothes and smiled without saying a word.
Qi Chang became more and more cautious when he saw him. After rambling a few words, he suddenly asked: "Brother Wu, do you know that the military situation in Kuanzhou is extremely urgent?"
Wu Jin nodded.
Qi Chang glanced at the old servant, moved a chair closer to Wu Jin, and his voice became quieter: "I heard Scholar He say that before the military situation came, His Majesty had already summoned you to the Civil Affairs Hall to draft an edict, but the edict was announced later. And it’s only about matters related to military affairs. Did you return the prefix to the previous edict?”
If the emperor has an edict and the Hanlinyuan scholars think it is inappropriate, they can "return the prefix" and refuse to issue an edict.
Speaking of the incident at the Wenzheng Palace yesterday, Wu Jin started to have a headache again.
He tilted his head, rested his elbows on the armrests of the chair, and stretched out a finger to rub his temples: "You are the minister. If it has nothing to do with you, listen less, ask less, and be careful in your words and actions. You will never go wrong."
Qi Chang was stunned for a moment, then thought about his words and deeds just now, which could be called sneaky. His face turned red immediately, he moved his chair back, and whispered: "Yes, I understand."
There was a moment of unspeakable silence in the yard. The sound of birds chirped from the large locust tree outside. The evening breeze blew by, and Qi Chang smelled the sweet smell on his hands.
It was the smell of bitter medicine mixed with the fragrant soapberry that I had just picked up from Wu Jin.
"Brother Wu, I'm very worried about Miss Mo. Do you have any correspondence with her? She is in the fort, okay?"
Wu Jin said succinctly: "No."
Qi Chang looked at Wu Jin through the heat of the tea. Wu Jin was sitting quietly in the shabby room, his eyes were clear, his long eyebrows were stretched, and his heart was like a mirror.
He felt creepy, as if he had no place to hide in front of Wu Jin.
He was on pins and needles and stood up hastily. The tea cup shook on the table. He quickly reached out to catch it. His palms touched the thin porcelain cup. It made a "hiss" sound as it was hot and he hurriedly took his hands back.
"You have a good rest, I'm leaving first."
Wu Jin did not stand up to see him off, he just nodded and said: "Okay."
Qi Chang hurriedly went out. As soon as he went out, he immediately stooped down again. When he walked out of the street, his waist straightened slightly.
He was afraid of being seen.
Prince Jiyang could crush him to death with one finger, and he couldn't afford to offend him.
But he had to come - someone forced him to come.
He hurried home with quick strides, opened the door, carefully stepped across the threshold, looked around and saw no one, then turned around and gently locked the door.
The house he rented was further away than Wu Jin's. As soon as he entered the house, he saw flowers and trees all over the yard. In the main room, there were a set of camphor wood tables and chairs, a Duobao grid and a screen. There were small tables and ornaments in the corner of the house. Vase, admiring the vase filled with hollyhocks, and some scattered objects, filling the house.
Sitting down in the chair, he did not dare to relax, but shouted to the empty room: "I have already asked, and I asked them as you said!"
There was no answer, only beads of sweat dripping from his own forehead, which fell to the ground and broke into eight petals.
He waited and waited. Finally, when he was tired of waiting, he took out a piece of paper from his arms.
The paper read: "Today I will ask Wu Jin whether he has any correspondence with Mo Lingfeng. If you don't ask, I will come to take your life tonight."
Bamboo paper appeared on the table without warning. When he came back from work and saw it, he was immediately startled.
When he asked the old woman hired to clean the house again, he learned that no one had been there. His surprise instantly turned into fear.
Never thinking that this was a joke or a prank, he went straight to the drug store to buy medicine and went to visit Wu Jin at his home.
It's just a question. The turbulent court will not change with this sentence, and Wu Jin's future will not be ruined with this sentence.
It was just a word, but it could save his life.
Thinking of this, Qi Chang straightened his back and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Wu Jin has a gentle and tolerant mind, and he also has it. Wu Jin has the calmness of flowing water, and he tries his best to have it. Wu Jin has the virtue of not bullying someone in a dark room, and he is also learning to have it.
The ambition was all in his heart, only the shadow secretly revealed its prototype, spreading its teeth and claws on the ground.
Wu Jin sent Qi Chang away, closed the door and locked it, and sat thoughtfully for a while before blowing out the oil lamp and going to sleep.
In the middle of the night, he suddenly woke up and stared at the bed curtain, stunned.
Cold sweat trickled down from his forehead, and his heart was beating violently in his chest, ready to burst out.
In his sleep just now, his soul was in turmoil, as if he was floating outside the boundless night, hearing sounds that were alien, dreamy, and thousands of miles away.
The sound of war drums was like thunder, the sound of the ladder leaning against the city wall was continuous, caltrops and rockets roared, the suspension bridge slowly fell, and then the sound of iron hooves poured from the inside of the fort to outside the fort.
Swords, spears, swords and halberds were crossed and chopped, skin was cut by sharp blades, flesh and blood were torn, bones were broken, and the body was torn into pieces, scattered all over the battlefield. The heads of the Han people were hung on the flagpole by golden prisoners. A cry that could not be shouted out.
Where is Mo Yefeng?
He searched urgently in his dream, stepping over the horrifying severed limbs and corpses, stepping into the lake of blood, avoiding Jinlu's strong bow and long knife, and looking around blankly.
Mo Lingfeng seemed to be everywhere, in the sound of flags, in the roar of the wind, in the flowing white clouds, but he could not see or find him.
The sky was dark, and blood flowed into a river, wetting the hems of his shoes, socks, and clothes. Jinlu became huge and ferocious. He knew that he was in a nightmare, but he refused to wake up.
Where is the Leaf?
He was exhausted from searching, and suddenly heard Mo Lingfeng crying.
She was so small that she squatted in a ball on the ground, crying loudly, calling "brother" while crying.
Jin Lu raised his knife and pointed it at him. He was so frightened that he rushed forward to protect Mo Lingfeng.
(End of chapter)
