The trust in his eyes made Yongjia feel a warmth in his heart. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

He spoke slowly.

Because he was at home all day, his mother was worried, so he asked his classmates and friends to go up the mountain to relax.

The arrival of his classmates did not make him better.

Although I don't say it, these people have more or less regret and irony in their eyes.

Yongjia is not closed to his consciousness, but feels that he can discover all this more now than before.

His friends for many years, his classmates who have been studying hard in the cold window, at this moment, he can see it clearly.

At the same time, he was also worried about his mother, so he agreed to go together.

The place where I came was none other than Yunlai Temple.

In addition to being used for incense, there is a bamboo forest not far away.

The literati were keen on the four gentlemen, plum, orchid, bamboo, and chrysanthemum.

The high wind and bright festival of bamboo is even more loved by readers.

There are quite a few people coming from the bamboo forest, and there are free seats and hot tea for them to use.

If anyone can make a good poem, they can hang it high on the bamboo for others to enjoy.

Yongjia is not very old, but he has been here a few times, although each time he looks at those talented people with admiration.

And he sat there, his eyes glazed over.

Feeling bored, he headed for an alley on the mountain.

Before I knew it, I had walked a little further until the end of that alley.

Speaking of this, Yongjia finally panicked in his eyes, and said, "Fourth uncle, do you know what I saw?" The man covered in blood just lay there and wailed, he was not dead at that time, and he could still make a sound, I... I can't see death without help, I ran over, I... I held down his wound. ”

Yongjia was a little incompatible, he lowered his head and raised his hands as if he could see the blood on his hands, he continued: "I just pressed and shouted, but the place was too far away from the bamboo forest, so far that no one could hear my voice, I just looked at the person and closed my eyes. ”

"Fourth uncle, the blood is hot, but I feel so cold, really cold." Yongjia couldn't help but shudder and shouted in a low voice.

From beginning to end, Yongjia didn't care if he would be confessed or not, whether he would be considered a murderer, he just wanted to vent the fear in his heart.

Jin Qiquan frowned when he heard this, the nephew in front of him was in a bad mood, if it goes on like this, even if he is really wronged this time, he is afraid that it will be ruined in the future.

He asked, "Did you see anyone else around?" ”

Yongjia thought slightly, he looked at his sister-in-law and said uncertainly: "Sister-in-law, is the collision of two irons 'gong' or 'bell'?" ”

Jin Yun didn't answer, but directly took out a short knife from his waist and slashed at the chain that locked the cage.

The sound of the 'bell' was very harsh in this silent place.

Jin Qiquan was taken aback, he couldn't have imagined that his little sister would actually carry a weapon.

"That's right, that's the voice." Yongjia said affirmatively, because the sister-in-law and the eldest brother were forging iron at home, they often heard this voice.

Yongjia was in the mountains at that time, and it was when he heard this slightly familiar voice that he walked towards that end.

Jin Yun held the knife in her backhand, according to what Yongjia said, she probably knew the place he was talking about.

When she went to Yunlai Temple today, she did pass through a bamboo forest, and in the direction of the west side of the bamboo forest, she felt a strong metallic atmosphere.

Jin Qiquan asked a few more words, and only decided to go back first until he couldn't ask why.

After discussing with the jailer to change the cage, the two left the cell one after the other.

Until the corner, Jin Qiquan spoke: "Little sister, can you watch the short knife in your hand with me." ”

"Yes." Jin Yun handed over the short knife in his hand with his backhand.

This short knife is the one her father gave her, knowing that she is going to find a private soldier, she naturally has to have a weapon for self-defense, and Jin Yun first thought of this short knife.

Jin Qiquan didn't know about weapons, but he had a lot, and the moment he got started, he knew how extraordinary this short knife was.

It's not delicate, but it's sharp.

He said: "This knife is good, you have to take good care of it, until the knife cover is a little rough, wait for the fourth brother to get you a good leather cover tomorrow." ”

This time it was rare that when Jin Yun took out her weapon, others said this to her.

The most she has heard these days is that she is a girl's family, and it is difficult to touch this.

How could Jin Qiquan not love weapons, he gestured with it in his hand, he said: "Good knife, to the house that suits you girl, for a brute like me, it is shorter, where is this custom-made?" ”

"Daddy gave it to me." Jin Yunzhi didn't hide it, and said, "I've been with him for a long time." ”

"Oh?" Jin Qiquan stopped moving, and he looked at the connection between the scabbard and the blade again, where there was a small carved pattern.

This pattern is well known in Shangjing, and it can even be said that in this country, this pattern is familiar.

The pattern is like a flower, which is the symbol of the Jin family in Beijing.

At this time, Jin Qiquan didn't suspect anything, just returned the short knife and said, "Since it was given to you by my father, take it well." ”

Not to mention anything else, my father is keen on striking iron, and he also knows about it, none of the four brothers in the Jin family has talent for this.

He was a little interested at the time, but he had no talent, and he was rude, which gave his father a headache.

Thinking of this, Jin Qiquan suddenly laughed.

Anyway, it's still a good home.

It's just a pity that with Yongjia's business, they can't happily chat around a table and drink a few pots.

Now the old lady lying on the bed, Yongjia in charge of the cell, these things can't be rushed.

But the house leak happened to rain overnight, and I don't know why, some bad things happened during these days, one after another.

Before Yongjia's affairs were dealt with, the He family came to the door.

It's not what Shu had in mind.

She thought that if the people of the He family promised and He Ming promised to mend their ways, she still hoped that they could continue to live.

It's not that I dislike my daughter and return to her parents' house, but at that time, I'm afraid that Liu Yatou's life will not be easy.

But she never thought that the He family's family would run to the door with full posture, and they actually wanted to divorce their wives.

When Shu Shi heard it, he almost fainted with fright like his mother.

Divorce of the wife means that she is extremely dissatisfied with the woman, otherwise she would not have made such a fuss.

Shu Shi just couldn't figure it out, obviously Liu Er didn't do anything wrong, he just kept being patient, why were these people still so arrogant and unreasonable.

But I can't figure it out, the He family and his party, large and small, add up to more than a dozen people, and the one who leads is He Weishi, her face is distorted, one hand is held high, and what she is holding in her hand is an envelope.

Shu Shi didn't know much about the words, and he didn't know much about the two big black fonts on the envelope.

It's the 'Retirement Book'. (To be continued.) )