When Jin Lu slashed with his sword, Wu Jin woke up from his sleep.
His eyes widened and his nose was so blocked that he couldn't breathe at all. He could only open his mouth wide and gasp for air like a fish out of water.
This is the battlefield, life and death, no one will ever show mercy.
The rapid breathing gradually subsided, and at the same time, he suddenly understood why the emperor's anger was extinguished.
One life, one death.
The emperor has made plans to keep only one of the Mo brothers and sisters. If Mo Lingfeng dies in the battle, he will keep Mo Qianlan. If Mo Lingfeng survives, he will kill Mo Qianlan.
The secrets of the Mo family must be shared by the two brothers and sisters, and it is enough to leave one behind.
This is a kind of venting, but also a kind of control and intimidation.
After a while, Wu Jin stood up, took off the Taoist robe from the screen and put it on, squatted down and put on the heels, walked to the yard, scooped out a ladle of cold water, washed his face with a handkerchief, and went to the study.
He lit the oil lamp and was about to write the word "listening to the wind" with a little dim light. Suddenly he stopped writing and listened calmly to the movement around him.
The sound of dogs barking was heard not far away, the big locust tree in front of the door rustled, and occasionally a wild cat gave a coquettish cry. These were all common sounds.
Wu Jin didn't know if the eyes in the dark were still staring at him, but the word "Listening to the Wind" on the tip of the pen was secretly withdrawn.
Putting his pen down on Beacon Hill, he stood with his hands behind his hands and paced back and forth in the room. A quarter of an hour later, he walked back to the table and sat down. He suppressed the myriad thoughts in his mind and wrote: "Death is suffering, so is life. bitter."
The seven words are neither dry nor fat, and the charm is very good. It is not obvious that he is in a heavy mood, but it seems that he came from a deep feeling after worshiping Buddha at Luodeng Temple today.
Putting the paper aside, he spread it over the bamboo paper again and silently said: "It's great. A gentleman should curb evil and promote good, and he will give up his life in accordance with nature."
After carefully arranging the bamboo paper neatly, he washed his pen and stood up, yawned, blew out the oil lamp, and went back to the house to sleep.
After a while, there was a slight "click" sound from the tiles on the roof of the study, and then a slender man in black jumped lightly from the roof, climbed through the window and went inside. He walked straight to the table, bent down, and planned to borrow some money. Under the light of day, I wrote down what Wu Jin had written.
The moonlight was dim tonight and the handwriting could not be seen clearly. The man in black had to pick it up and look at it carefully. He licked his chin and tried to remember the position of the two pieces of paper. After picking it up and looking at it, he carefully put it back. original place.
Then the man in black climbed out of the window, jumped over the eaves and walls, and jumped onto the roof, disappearing.
The next day, Wu Jin still did not go to court. At Maoshi, he dressed neatly, came to the study, and sat in the chair with a blank face for a long time.
He looked weak, his reaction was slow, and his hands and feet were weak, but his eyes had quickly scanned the desk.
The two pages placed on the desk moved slightly as if blown by the breeze.
He picked up the paper he had written down, balled it up in his hands, threw it into the bucket, folded up the seven words, put them together with the reply to Wu Yi, put them in his arms, and went out to mail the letter.
He first went to the dock and bought some fashionable snacks on the ship, and handed the thin piece of paper to Shi Yuan's confidant. Then he took the snacks to the delivery shop, and sent the snacks and the letter to Wu Yi.
Shi Yuan's confidant hid the simple piece of paper in his arms, took the ship to Jeju Pier, and then quickly sent it to Kwanju.
On the tenth day of the seventh lunar month, Liu Boyu's home in Kuanzhou City.
Liu Boyu sat firmly in the study, held a handful of silver notes in his left hand, put the index finger of his right hand on his tongue and licked it, counted the banknotes once, and then put them into the money box. He just closed the money box and opened it again, intending to count it again.
Su Mingquan crossed the threshold and came in from the outside: "Uncle, these peppercorns are sold at a sky-high price! The more chaotic it is, the more money we make! If you listen to me, uncle, and go to Miss Mo to ask for some more, then we Don’t make too much money.”
When Liu Boyu heard the words "Miss Mo", she felt uncomfortable from the bottom of her heart and said without raising her head: "She is not the God of Wealth, but the King of Hell. Don't even mess with the little devils under her."
Su Mingquan took out a rolled-up banknote from his sleeve and handed it to Liu Boyu: "You really won't run away this month?"
"I'll kill you." Liu Boyu took the banknotes, unfolded them one by one, flattened them and put them in the money box.
The bank note was brand new, and the smell of ink on it was particularly fragrant. Liu Boyu lowered his head and smelled it, feeling very happy.
Grabbing a handful of melon seeds, he peeled them one by one in his hand and listened to Su Mingquan spit out his twisted ideas.
Su Mingquan's eyebrows were beaming: "Almost all the Jinlu are outside the fortress now. No matter which road we take, it will be unobstructed. If we go out at this time, we will not only earn money, but also explore several more roads!"
Liu Boyu ate a small handful of melon seeds: "What if you die?"
"My belongings are placed under the third brick in the second row under the bed..."
Liu Boyu interrupted him: "Give me flowers?"
Su Mingquan shook his head: "You burn it for me."
Liu Boyu picked up the tea cup and realized that he had drank all the wine. At the same time, he had sat in the study for too long and wanted to pee. So he got up and walked out. When he passed by Su Mingquan, he patted him on the shoulder: "On the table. There are hawthorn sticks, eat some, they won’t burn.”
Su Mingquan thought the same thing and stepped forward to eat hawthorn sticks.
Liu Boyu blocked his mouth and his ears were clear. He hummed a little tune and walked out. He walked down the three stone steps. Suddenly, a servant rushed over from the corridor and said loudly: "Master, Mr. Cheng is here to cause trouble. There’s nothing we can do to stop it.”
At the same time, there were shouts and shouts outside the courtyard gate, including Cheng Ting's loud voice: "Liu Boyu! Do you have the guts to sell bad peppercorns, but don't have the guts to see me? Get out of here!"
Liu Boyu had a strong urge to urinate, so he had to shout loudly: "Third Master, I'll come as soon as I go!"
Cheng Ting came upon hearing the sound and kicked open the courtyard door: "Go to hell! Stand still for me!"
Cheng Ting was similar to his father Cheng Taishan. They were both military generals wearing scholar's skin. He kicked the door into the wall with a bang, and swarmed into the courtyard with a dozen followers behind him.
Liu Boyu just stepped out with one foot and saw Cheng Ting approaching fiercely. His heart skipped a beat and he turned around and shouted: "Xiao Su!"
Su Mingquan puffed out his cheeks and ran to Liu Boyu's side. He held the sharp knife on his waist with one hand and stared at Cheng Ting, who was getting closer to Liu Boyu.
Cheng Ting, a big bird with drooped wings all year round, was furious at this moment. He showed his sharp claws and grabbed Liu Boyu fiercely.
Liu Boyu forced out a smile: "Mr. Cheng, some of the peppercorns are bad, I will compensate you."
He could see that Cheng Ting's purpose of coming was definitely not for Pepper, Pepper was just an excuse to break in.
Cheng Ting said nothing and just walked into the study. Liu Boyu reached out to stop him: "Mr. Cheng, this is the study. It is not convenient to entertain distinguished guests. I will take you to the front."
He shouted to the servants outside: "Come here! Take Mr. Cheng to the front yard!"
After shouting deafeningly, he put a polite fake smile on his round face: "Third Master, please."
The servants, who were at a loss just now, immediately stepped forward after receiving Liu Boyu's instructions, surrounded Cheng Ting, and pressed their hands on his waist.
However, the third master is a bloody man and is not afraid of such small disturbances. The followers brought by the bloody man also have some strong bones. They have hidden knives in secret and are not afraid of taking action at all.
